Xianyang Palace, Imperial Garden...

In spring, everything revives, flowers bloom, and colorful flowers are printed in the clear stream, showing their beauty.

Ying Zheng lay on the specially made rocking chair of the craftsman, leisurely basking in the warm and gentle sunset.

An exquisite fishing rod was fixed at his feet, while Zhao Zhong was standing by the old god.

As the government affairs were issued to Li Si and Feng Quji for interceding, Ying Zheng gradually became free.

After the two of them handled government affairs, they made an annotation, and then submitted it to the eunuch Zhao Zhong, who would read it by himself and then send it to the government offices in various places.

This not only greatly reduced one's workload, but also firmly grasped the power of the empire.

Compared to the busyness in the past, Ying Zheng now lives a very leisurely life.

But Li Si and Feng Quji were not so leisurely. They not only had to be busy with their own official documents, but also had to deal with local government affairs to make annotations and submit them to His Majesty.

Over the past period of time, the two of them have been working on the lights almost day and night, and the silver wires on their heads have become more round.

Fourteen-year-old Han Xin and Hu Hai sat in the water pavilion not far away, holding a book and watching attentively.

"My son, pay homage to the father."

At this moment, Fusu rushed over and bowed to Ying Zheng who was lying on the rocking chair.

"Do you know why I summoned you?"

Ying Zheng's eyes closed slightly, his voice said slowly.

"My son doesn't know."

Fusu answered very neatly.

"Look at this memorial."

Ying Zheng stretched out his big hand and picked up the memorial from the wooden table beside him.

Zhao Zhong quickly took it over and handed it to Fusu.

Fusu took it and opened the memorial with doubts and started reading it.

But the more he looked, the ugly his face became.

It was not until after watching that Fusu took a deep breath and said, "Father, my son minister has absolutely no coveted the position of Prince of the Eastern Palace."

When Ying Zheng heard this, his eyes suddenly opened, turned over, walked towards Fusu, and then suddenly raised his big hand.

"Bang..."

A crisp slap sounded, and Fusu was stunned.

Zhao Zhong was also shocked and his face changed slightly.

Looking at the occasion, he complained secretly, then slowly retreated, began to apply oil to the soles of his feet, and slipped away.

"I know why I hit you?"

Ying Zheng stared at Fusu with aggrieved expression and said coldly.

"The father suspected that this memorial was the instructor behind the scenes of his sons."

Fusu lowered his head, and the five bruised finger marks on his face were clearly visible.

"Damn it, how could I have a son like you who is useless?"

When Ying Zheng heard this, his face was as black as charcoal and almost got angry to death.

"The son minister is useless, and he makes the father unhappy."

"The father calms down his anger, and the son is willing to be punished."

Fusu is timid and looks like a good baby.

The more Fusu was like this, the more angry Ying Zheng became when he saw it.

If there is really an accident, if the Qin Empire is handed over to him, can he really suppress those ghosts and monsters?

"Crown Prince, what do you want to do?"

"Do you want to sit directly in my seat?"

Ying Zheng pointed at Fusu and felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

I learned from my memory that Fusu actually committed suicide by following a false edict, and he was a little unbelievable.

How could there be such a pedantic person in this world?

But now the more I look at Fusu, the more I believe Ying Zheng is more and more.

When it comes to advantages, my son is countless.

Even those corrupt scholars in Shandong praised their own character and character cultivation.

The reputation of Fusu is known to everyone in the world.

But being a king cannot only cultivate virtue and dominate the country. A king who can only teach virtue may win the love of the world, but cannot gain the respect of the world.

"The father and the emperor have a clear understanding, and the sons have no such great debauchery."

"Even if my son dies, he will never dare to rebel against the king and his father."

Fusu knelt down and said in tears.

Even though Ying Zheng is heartless, he is very pleased to hear it.

Fusu is a perfect and good son, but he wants a crown prince who can do it and entrusts the mountains and rivers to this place.

Hu Hai was extremely intelligent since childhood, and he once wanted to train Hu Hai as his heir.

However, they have always been worried. Since ancient times, they have always been the one who has established a legitimate position but not the one who has a concubine, and the elder is not the one who has a child.

He never made a queen in his life, so Hu Hai is certainly not a legitimate son.

Fusu is the eldest and Hu Hai is the young, so it is not Hu Hai's turn.

In addition, Hu Hai has half of the Hu bloodline, which makes it difficult for Ying Zheng to make a decision.

Later, when I got the memory of later generations, this idea was completely gone forever.

He couldn't bear to kill this rebellious son. After all, he was still young and his blood was thicker than water.

Just let him have no worries about food and clothing throughout his life, and never think about being in power.

But if you give up Fusu, the other young masters will either be even more unbearable or are young and ignorant.

This has always been Ying Zheng's heart disease, and he also knew that the East Palace was indecisive.

But what can I do if I do it?

Ying Zheng looked at Fusu crawling at his feet and his tone softened a little, "Get up!"

"Here."

Fusu stood up, lowered his head, his eyes red.

"Raise your head and look at me."

Seeing Fusu looking weak and in aggrieved, Ying Zheng suddenly became angry and shouted sternly.

Fusu's body trembled slightly, and he felt even more aggrieved. What did he do wrong?

He slowly raised his head, his eyes were filled with panic, and tears began to flow in his eyes.

"Does it hurt?"

Ying Zheng frowned and looked at Fusu and said.

"A little pain."

Fusu trembled and said softly.

"Click..."

Ying Zheng turned around and picked up a porcelain jar on the wooden table, threw it directly on the ground, and said to Fusu: "Take off your steps and step on it."

"Father, if you step on it, will your skin be broken and your flesh be rotten?"

Fusu looked puzzled and looked at the porcelain fragments on the ground.

"I let you step on it."

Ying Zheng reiterated again.

When Fusu heard this, hesitated for a moment, and finally took off his steps from his feet firmly, then walked to the pieces of porcelain and gritted his teeth.

As soon as he stepped on it, Fusu felt a severe pain from his feet, which made him grin.

Blood slowly flowed down from his feet, and he suddenly felt like a frightened rabbit. He took back his step on his feet, sat directly on the ground, and pulled out the pieces of porcelain that were pierced into his feet with his hands.

After pulling it out, the pain on his feet made him feel fearful and bowed to Ying Zheng: "Father, the flesh and blood body of a son, is really in unbearable."

Ying Zheng looked at Fusu, then sat directly on the rocking chair and took off his two golden silk steps.

He stood up expressionlessly, as if he was walking in the garden, walking past the pieces of porcelain.
To be continued...