"Tell me." The First Emperor stared at Zhao Gao, who was lying on the ground and shivering, with a frown on his face, and spoke to his youngest son with gentle words.
"What happened?"
"Woooooooo~" Ying Huhai kept crying, hugging his father's neck hard, and wet the collar of the First Emperor with his tears.
"I ask you, is it related to Zhao Gao?" Unable to answer the short-answer question, the First Emperor gave the eighteenth son a multiple-choice question.
He read that among the messy essays written by his brother, there was such a set of discussions. He couldn't remember the principle clearly. He only remembered that it was a change in thinking mode and had miraculous effects.
"Yeah!" The young man raised his head, his face full of tears, and nodded constantly, like a chicken pecking at rice.
The youngest son no longer cried incessantly but was able to answer questions, which made the First Emperor feel happy. After only a moment, he was furious!
fury!
"Zhao Gao!" He roared, his unsuppressed anger burning away the tears of Ying Huhai who was close to Chi Chi.
The young man was so frightened that he did not dare to say a word. There was a rising air in his throat and he had to open his mouth to relieve it. He closed his mouth tightly and tried to suppress his body from shaking, but to no avail, he could only choke and sob.
The First Emperor picked up his frightened young son and stared at Zhao Gao with murderous intent in his eyes.
"How brave!" Bang~ Zhao Gao kowtowed heavily to the ground without making any excuse.
"Gao is guilty!" Zhang Han took a few steps forward to stand in front of the First Emperor. The long sword on his waist was already half a foot out of its sheath. He was keeping an eye on Zhao Gao with all his attention to prevent Zhao Gao from jumping over the wall and hurting the First Emperor.
The First Emperor finally noticed that the youngest son was frightened, put on a smiling face, held the younger son's armpits with both arms, and raised the younger son high.
"Father is here, no one can hurt Hu Hai. Tell him how Zhao Gao harmed you." His father's concerned voice made Ying Hu Hai hold back the tears bursting again.
He cried and complained while wiping his tears.
"Teacher, he always studies when I'm sleeping. Hu Hai can't sleep well every time. His head hurts all the time. It hurts so much." The Emperor's expression was stiff, and most of the anger hidden in his eyes disappeared in an instant.
He glanced at Zhao Gao who had his forehead on the ground with a slight guilt, and said with a dry smile:
"Is that all?" Zhang Han silently inserted the half-sword back into its sheath. If the First Emperor punished Zhao Gao for this reason, even he, a diehard loyalist, would feel that Zhao Gao was a little unjust.
Hearing his father's words, Ying Huhai didn't seem to think anything of the matter. He burst into tears quickly and hit his head with his fist.
"Father, Hu Hai's head really hurts." The First Emperor smiled and put his young son down. He touched his head with his big hands and rubbed it non-stop. The internal energy flowed in very slowly from Tianling Gai's Baihui point.
"Does it still hurt?"
"It hurts." Ying Huhai nodded, his face turning a little red.
"But it's much better than before. When father touched Hu Hai's head, Hu Hai didn't feel as much pain as before."
"Yes." The First Emperor turned to look at Zhao Gao, who was kneeling on the ground and never defended himself. He coughed slightly awkwardly, and then said in a pretentious manner:
"Zhao Gao, you have committed a heinous crime by bullying Hu Hai. I will punish you by not being allowed to return to Xianyang Palace for three days." Three days of rest is the punishment.
"Wei." Zhao Gao responded humbly, raised his head and said:
"Your Majesty, I'm going to ask Xia Wuqi to consult Gai Nie." Since the last time, Gai Nie killed the palace maid with a sword in Concubine Hu's palace, he claimed that he was ill and stayed here.
Zhao Gao's concerned gaze made the First Emperor feel warm in his heart.
"No need, since he is sick, let him continue to be sick." Zhao Gao said firmly:
"Your Majesty, there must be no one around you." He looked at Zhang Han with his eyes. Zhang Han turned sideways, lowered his head and said softly:
"If your Majesty does not summon Gai Nie back to the palace, please allow me to stay with your Majesty day and night." Zhang Han is Zhonglang General and the leader of the Shadow Secret Guard. He has a fixed job during the day, which is different from the two personal guards Gai Nie and Zhao Gao. .
The First Emperor didn't want to delay Zhang Han's work, so he sighed and said:
"Zhao Gao is interested, let's go find Xia Wuji." Xia Wuji, as the imperial physician of the dynasty, the contemporary leader of the medical family, and the descendant of Bian Que, rarely had diseases that could not be cured.
Xia Wuji diagnosed and treated Gai Nie and found that he was not ill, so Gai Nie could not excuse himself by using the excuse of illness. If he doesn't resign, he can only protect the First Emperor.
"Wei." Zhao Gao responded with humility and sincere joy. He stood up, hunched over, walked out of the sight of the First Emperor in small steps, turned around, straightened his back, and walked quickly out, aiming for the Imperial Medical Office.
Zhao Gao, whose back was soaked with sweat, was walking in a hurry, but his expression remained as usual. Inside Zhangtai Palace. The First Emperor pondered how to teach his young son.
He thought that the headache mentioned by his youngest son was an excuse for not wanting to study. Back then, a certain Shuzi always complained that he had a headache while studying.
This misunderstanding was intentional by Zhao Gao. Before, he immediately confessed without saying a word, and the First Emperor realized that he had misunderstood Zhao Gao.
Although he didn't admit his mistake, he felt sorry in his heart. Three days of rest will not completely offset this apology. The remaining apology will turn into trust.
When Ying Huhai saw his teacher leaving, he immediately quit. Born into a royal family, although he was still a young man, he could still distinguish between punishment and reward.
The punishments in the Xianyang Palace are punishment with a stick, execution, and the three tribes of barbarians. How can there be such a punishment as expulsion for three days?
"Father, Zhao Gao should be put to death. Hu Hai's head really hurts. Every time he goes to bed, it hurts like crazy." The First Emperor thought that his youngest son had grown up without enlightenment and spent his days fighting insects. Naturally, he had to classify his words. To the point where I don’t want to study.
His face calmed down, he sat on the wooden bed and asked his son to stand upright in front of him.
"Don't be ignorant of blessings when you are surrounded by blessings. It's hard to find a teacher like Zhao Gao. Don't be playful anymore. At your age, I can already recite "The Book of Shang Jun"." The young man had a headache. Cracked, but can’t describe it.
He looked at his father aggrievedly, but years of neglect and the death of his biological mother made him dare not say anything more.
He didn't understand why his father, who had been particularly fond of him recently, said this and wanted to protect Zhao Gao, who was causing his head to hurt so much.
He originally liked playing with insects, but he has never played with insects since his biological mother died. He is seeking refuge and is really studying hard.
If it were Ying Fusu, whether before entering the Dazheng Palace or after leaving the Dazheng Palace, he would have said with determination what was wrong with him at this moment.
But Ying Huhai didn't dare. This little transparent young master who has always been ignored suddenly became the new favorite eighteenth young master of Xianyang Palace. He really didn't dare.
Ying Huhai pulled his hair and hit his head. The First Emperor's hands no longer transmitted internal force, and his head began to hurt violently again.
This performance made the First Emperor think that the youngest son was just pretending that he did not want to learn, and his face immediately sank. Seeing his father's expression, the 18th Young Master endured his headache, lowered his hands, bit his lip and said:
"Father, Hu Hai is studying hard..."
"Whether you have learned it or not, you will know by trying it." The First Emperor took his youngest son to the table, holding the bamboo slip with the "Laws of Confucius" written on it,
There was a "pop" sound in front of Ying Huhai's eyes.
"Tell me, what does it mean?" The First Emperor, who wanted to teach his son, wanted his young son to stop being greedy for fun, and was deliberately trying to make things difficult for others.
Understanding the "Code of Confucius" is even more difficult than memorizing the "Code of Confucius". Although the characters I learned changed from the complicated and troublesome seal script to the easy-to-understand simplified Chinese characters.
But for Ying Huhai, who has just become enlightened, being able to read "The Rules of Confucius" at this time is a normal level of intelligence.
If you can recite it, your memory will be amazing. But if he could decipher the true meaning of the "Laws of Confucius", the First Emperor, who was a genius himself, thought he couldn't do it.
The First Emperor never imagined that his youngest son would be able to answer the question. He wanted to use this incident to teach his younger son. Ying Huhai endured his headache and tried to open his eyes wide. The words on the bamboo slips were a bit blurry in his eyes.
Zhao Gao's voice seemed to ring in his mind, the voice that gave him a splitting headache. After the full text of the awkward "Cu Lu", there is also an explanation of "Cu Lu".
"If you delay the collection of corvées for the imperial court and do not collect more, you should be punished by two armors. If you are late for three to five days, you will be reprimanded. If you are late for six to ten days, you will be fined one shield; if you exceed ten days, you will be fined one armor. The number of people you have collected is enough. It should be sent to the service station as soon as possible..." In order to please his father, he repeated it according to Zhao Gao's voice in his mind. Although he read most of it, he didn't know what it meant.
The headache focused his attention and allowed him to hear the voices in his head more clearly. The crisp, pain-bearing voice of the boy made the First Emperor's eyes widen in surprise, his mouth wide open with a look of shock.
His problem of making things difficult for his young son was actually solved.
"... If the estimate of the project volume at or above the county level is inaccurate, it will be the same as the county. The estimate of the project volume must be estimated by Sikong and the craftsmen together, and the craftsmen must not be asked to estimate alone. If the estimate is untrue, the estimator will be punished in accordance with the law. Then calculate the required corvee service according to the actual situation, and then calculate the number of required corvee disciples." Unknowingly, the young man had finished interpreting the entire "Corvee Law".
The moment the sound stopped, the Emperor's eyes shone brightly. Even if he was asked to interpret the "Law of Confucius", he would not be able to interpret it better than the youngest son!
He picked up his youngest son and laughed heartily.
"How can my son understand the true meaning of "The Law of Confucius"? Hahahaha!" This is genius!
"Congratulations, Your Majesty!" Zhang Han said sincerely, feeling happy that the First Emperor had such an outstanding son.
Neither of the two happy people noticed that Ying Huhai, who was lifted high, had a headache and was not happy. In other words, they discovered it, but they didn't care.
The emotions of children and younger generations. She has never been cared about by her superior parents and elders, and this has been the case for two thousand years.
They thought that Ying Huhai's headache was just an excuse for not wanting to study. They believe that reality is what they think it is.
Seeing that his father was so happy, Hu Hai, who was extremely insecure, searched his mind for what Zhao Gao said next to him when he was sleeping a few days ago, hoping that his father would protect him.
"Hu Hai still knows a lot." The First Emperor hugged his youngest son tightly, smiled happily, and said:
"Oh? What else does my son know?" The memory of the past few days has weakened a bit, and Zhao Gao's voice is intermittent in his mind. His head hurts even more when he recalls it. Ying Huhai's face turned pale and he stumbled as he repeated.
"Those who have made meritorious service in the army and should be conferred titles and rewards. If they have died before they have been crowned, and their heirs are guilty and should be transferred according to the law, and those who should resist the transfer according to the law, they will not be able to receive titles and rewards. If they have already been crowned , but have not yet received the reward, the person himself is dead and should be able to resist the transfer according to the law, the reward will still be given..." This is part of the "Military Noble Law".
"If you are serving as a corvee in the city or staying in an official residence due to government affairs, if you borrow an official utensil and the borrower dies, the prisoner serving the corvee or his deceased person should be held responsible, just like the situation when participating in the garrison..." This is "Gongsong" part of the Law.
"In February of spring, you are not allowed to cut wood in the mountains and forests, and you are not allowed to block waterways. Before summer, you are not allowed to burn grass as fertilizer, you are not allowed to pick newly sprouted plants, or catch young animals and eggs..." This is " Part of "Tian Law".
Because of his incomplete memory, Ying Huhai's laws and regulations were very strange and unsystematic. The previous sentence was still talking about "Guanshi Law", the next sentence became "Jinbu Law", and the next sentence became "The Law of Setting Officials".
He recited whatever came to his mind, and the Eighteenth Young Master, who was eager to express himself, recited more than ten kinds of laws and regulations in the "Qin Code" and mixed them together.
If Li Siyan said this, the First Emperor would be furious. How did you, a former court lieutenant, get into this position? But coming from the mouth of a newly enlightened young man, the First Emperor was overjoyed.
To be able to understand so many laws in such a short period of time is a genius among geniuses!
"Okay, okay, okay!" The First Emperor said three good words in a row. His anger towards Xunzi and his apology towards Zhao Gao were all washed away by his youngest son's genius performance. There was only joy in his mind and heart.
"Tell me what my son wants!" The young man who was very observant said with a glimmer of hope in his heart:
"Hu Hai wants his father to kill Zhao Gao." Upon hearing this, the First Emperor frowned immediately. A good seedling is in vain without a good teacher.
The outstanding performance of the youngest son made Zhao Gao's score in his heart skyrocket. The young man expressed his desire to kill Zhao Gao with the voice of Zhao Gao in his head.
He didn't know that the better he performed, the safer Zhao Gao would be.
"You are here today because of your teacher Zhao Gaoye! How can the Ying clan avenge kindness and revenge? I will serve tea to your teacher in three days to make amends!" The young man was desperate.
He covered his head, which was even more painful due to long thoughts, gasping for breath, and his face became paler. The First Emperor's heart lifted.
He was already feeling guilty about Shibazi, but seeing the genius of Shibazi at this stage, he valued him more and more.
"You really have a headache?" Ying Huhai pursed his lips and nodded aggrievedly.
"Zhang Han, go to the Imperial Medical Office and ask the imperial doctor to see you!" Just when Zhang Han was about to accept the order and declare himself Wei, the First Emperor picked up his youngest son.
"I will go in person!" The First Emperor walked through Xianyang Palace with his young son in his arms. Lying in his father's arms and no longer thinking about Zhao Gao's words, the boy's headache quickly subsided and the color on his face returned very quickly.
Imperial Medical Office. A group of imperial doctors sat in a circle around Ying Huhai and diagnosed him one after another. By the halfway point, Ying Huhai's head no longer hurt, but the symptoms were still undiagnosed.
The boy who wanted to stop having headaches didn't want to feel the pain anymore, so he still said he had a headache.
