[Qin] Qin Shi

When Fusu found his father in the garden, he seemed to have drunk a lot.

"Sit." Seeing Fusu's arrival, the king who was sitting in casual clothes in the night was not surprised. He slightly turned his head and motioned for Fusu to sit down on the stone bench next to him. "In a blink of an eye, you will be so old." .

Fusu's eyes fell on the empty seat opposite Ying Zheng, bypassing the seat opposite him, and sat beside Ying Zheng.

In response to this, Ying Zheng looked sideways at his son who was leaning behind him at this time, and turned to face the round table: "When your father was your age, he was much more interesting than you."

Seeing Fusu frowning and lowering his head to check the amount of alcohol remaining in the wine jar, Ying Zheng chuckled a few times, but didn't stop: "The first time I saw him, he was about your age, right? At that time, I was young and frivolous, and I was able to run around for a few rumors, but now that I think about it——what a fate.”

Thinking of an interesting thing, he laughed while talking: "But Gu's life is big. Do you know that he almost left Gu in Yanbei back then? The one who died?"

Ying Zheng didn't name them, but Fu Su knew who he was talking about.It's just that neither his father nor his second father seldom told him the stories that only belonged to adults before he was sensible.

To be honest, I'm a little curious.

Seeing Fusu looking up at him, he suddenly became interested in telling stories: "That was before Gu ascended the throne." Ying Zheng was obviously a little drunk, "At that time, you were so courageous, you dared to trick Meng Yi into replacing him in the palace." Gu, took Meng Tian with him and ran to the Zhao country without permission—the name is that after ascending the throne, he will never have a chance to come out again."

Fusu took out an orange from the fruit plate in the middle of the table, peeled off the peel, and listened to the story of his father, the king, those years.

It was a rather interesting story. The young man claimed to be a wise king who could not lose to his great-grandfather, and felt that all the talented people in the world should work for him.The still young king felt that he was born to rule the world, but encountered obstacles repeatedly during the journey, and even doubted himself a little.

Then he met someone.

"If you have learned something, looking at it now, it is probably that when you try to deceive someone, the other person may also be deceiving you." Looking up at the full moon above his head, Ying Zheng said with emotion, "Later, I will make up my mind." I don't think anyone should know about this—it's too shameful."

In the eyes of outsiders, the initial harmony between the monarch and his ministers was actually full of calculations and precautions, especially later, the embarrassment and matryoshka snowballed like a snowball—so some things still only stay on the surface, it is quite alright.

Fusu put the peeled petals of the orange on the table, cut the orange in two, and handed it to his father.Ying Zheng waved his hand, and continued by telling the story, from the plots and tricks of his enthronement, to the calculations and rushes of taking power, and when he met that person, he was only embarrassed and embarrassed.

Fusu laughed, and the laughter was also transmitted to Ying Zheng. He was half a beat behind and laughed too: "I haven't asked him so far. When I saw Gu standing on it the other day, he said in front of his friends, " The King of Qin has to change his dogmatic temperament 'The friend is the person he evaluated, how does it feel?"

"It must be extremely embarrassing." Fu Su smiled and bent over, lying half of his body on the table, "I'm afraid Father Zhong also wants to ask, how can the courtiers and king of Daqin enjoy themselves with these impostors?"

"I'm very happy," Ying Zheng replied in a low voice, "You can try it someday, the feeling of doing bad things in someone else's name is double the sourness - as long as you don't come to your door, otherwise it will be fine." Embarrassing."

Fusu smiled even more happily.

As for the later stories, Fusu knew a little bit about the harmony between the monarch and his ministers, and mutual confidantes, from entrusting each other with swords to the covenant in Yanbei.But in Ying Zheng's mouth, he saw another side of the elders, a side that he had never imagined and dared not to think about, a side that he couldn't see but felt extraordinarily vivid.

Zhong Fu, who thought it was troublesome to approve the reply papers, called people in front of him for on-site Q&A; Gan Luo, who felt that his subordinates were dragging him to work the next day; Meng Tian, ​​who came to replace him, and Meng Yi, who was bullied by his unreliable brother and colleagues every day, even Li Si, who grabbed him every day to make him endorse, also had a headache because of his daughter who let himself go.

Speaking of this, the topic went back to the land of Yanbei: "It's not that I haven't thought about it, but whose man is not destined. If it can be unified early, why delay it for a year and a half, Yanbei is not enough. As evidence, but those steel and copper, alone is really exciting."

The land in the north of Yanbei can develop to that point in just a few decades. Of course, he loves talent more: "Your father was already a little delirious when he left. What he said to me when he returned to the light, I will remember it forever."

Fusu looked up at the unpredictable expression on Ying Zheng's face, and when he was about to raise his hand to pour wine for him, he heard his father's words mixed with inexplicable emotions: "Only in this world, the most important .”

"Father?" Fusu probed in a low voice, "Are you regretting it?"

Ying Zheng shook the empty cyan printed cup in his hand, and Fu Su quickly poured the wine.

"Your mother is a different kind of person," he cut off the halfway story, "but like your second father, they both have a special emphasis on affection. It's just that men and women probably have different innate perspectives, or because of different growth environments—you The world mother sees is only the tip of your second father's iceberg."

Fusu heard his biological father mention his biological mother for the first time.

"When you were young, you asked Gu to have a mother." After all, he brought up the child with his own hands. "Frankly speaking, there is no difference between your mother and the women in the harem to Gu, and he is even worse than any minister in the previous court. Gu Thank him for giving birth to you, but that's all."

It sounds a bit hurtful to say this, but it is Ying Zheng's true thoughts, which were poured out to Fu Su this night.

Fu Su hummed all over, which was the answer.

"In a blink of an eye, you're going to marry the imperial concubine too." Ying Zheng let out a sigh of relief, "It's pretty good, but the girl from the Meng family and you are childhood sweethearts who know each other well. You've always been luckier than Gu." He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and stopped Fusu from continuing to pour the wine.

"But there is only one thing that you are more unlucky than Gu. When Gu was your age, he was already in power—you? Your father can live for another few decades, and you still have some trouble." He said while talking , laughed, but the laughter was not as wanton and hearty as before.

Fu Su lowered his eyes, and put the half of the orange on the empty seat opposite Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng glanced at Fusu's movements, and he could not be said to be satisfied or doubtful. He took out a dozen folded golden silk cloths from his arms, and handed them to Fusu: "That girl from the Meng family is a good kungfu." Yes, if you think about it, before you die alone, you still have a chance to run around the world."

If it were someone else, they would probably be kneeling on the ground in fear at this moment, saying that the king will live forever.But Fusu just quietly took the silk cloth from Ying Zheng, and spread out the imperial decree written with the emperor's decree.

Then he suddenly looked up at Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng didn't seem to see it, and slowly lifted the wine jar that he had put down when he signaled Fusu not to pour him any more wine, and slowly poured half a glass for himself: "You are not alone son."

What he said was unclear.

"Yes." Fusu lowered his head, looking at Qin Wen who wrote the golden imperial decree.

"Xiao Wu understands the mind of an emperor better than you, Xiao Ba's literary talent is better than you, Twelve's art of war is broken, Eighteen is more scheming than you, Xiao Shi is a girl but has more ambitions than you , Fourteen is quite good at studying those weird things, and fifteen seems to have gotten into money."

Although he pays more attention to state affairs, it's not that he doesn't care about his children. It's just that his desire to become an emperor is far better than that of a father.

"Fusu, you are not your only son." He said again.

"Yes." Fusu gently folded the imperial decree, "Fusu knows."

There is no resentment or dissatisfaction, just the same admiration and respect as always.

Ying Zheng chuckled, his eyes fell on the blue teacup with cloud patterns, and lingered on the silver moon reflected on the surface of the wine: "Go and see the world of Daqin," he said after a while, "While I still have time and you still have choices, let's see if you can afford it in this world."

He lowered his head, his complicated eyes were blocked behind the lowered eyelids: "When you grow up, you can decide whether to keep it or not."

Is it determined to become an emperor?

Or to be someone else.

Fu Su opened his lips, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't even utter a single word. He grabbed the golden silk cloth with such strength that his fingertips turned white, but he couldn't conceal the monstrous waves in his heart at the moment.

"He," Ying Zheng chuckled at this moment, he mulled the words in his mouth with a clear voice, "I told Gu before that the reason why he didn't marry a wife was because he didn't want to delay those good girls. I don’t want to talk about it now, and now I don’t have a chance—do you know how many girls want to be delayed by you?”

The silvery moonlight cast a gentle light on the black-clothed king.

"I used to be young, I just felt that everyone in this world owed their solitary, everyone owed their solitary, so it was right to ask for revenge, so it was only right to put the word 'my' on everything. .”

Fusu got up from the stool, took half a step back, knelt on the ground and bowed to the man.

Ying Zheng, however, acted as if he hadn't seen Fusu's movements, he just held the teacup between his index finger and thumb, shaking the liquid in it: "Afterwards, I met a lot, experienced a lot, and I still feel that—all the tea in this world Everything should be lonely."

Fu Su got up, and slowly retreated out of the half pavilion.

"Everything in this world should be lonely." Ying Zheng raised his head and looked at Fu Su's hidden figure, "But he never felt that way."

As if there was another person beside him, he slowly put the wine glass in his hand on the empty seat with half an orange.

"What do you think he will choose?"

Is it the crown prince?

Or are you willing to be a commoner?

In this quiet night, the king asked softly and got the answer from the wind.

"He will be a king who is very suitable for success. I have appointed him a good first wife. Of course, what is more important is that he is much braver than me, and dares to make a private decision for life behind my lord's back." Then he laughed again. Get up, "If you dare to marry a general, especially the daughter of the Meng family, if there is a conflict, he can't beat it—tsk!"

Thinking of this, the king's tone could not be said to be more gloating, but more questioning and condemning: "But it's okay, even for that girl, he will come back to be the prince."

So in the beginning, there was no choice.

Looking up at the sky, only the bright moon is with him.

"Only this world is the most important."