The next day, the carriage and horses were ready, and Ying Zheng put Ying Fu on the carriage. Ying Fu was eager to return home and no longer delayed.
Zhao Gao sent several people to help, and a convoy set off immediately to leave the palace.
Ying Zheng returned to the study, and Li Si was already there. If Ying Fu hadn't come, Ying Zheng would have asked Li Si about Jiuding.
"Sir, I went to the Prime Minister's Mansion yesterday and saw Jiuding." Ying Zheng said directly.
"What the king saw was the real Jiuding?" Li Si asked.
"It should be the real Jiuding." Ying Zheng said, "Lu Xiangbang said that for more than a year, he summoned many skilled craftsmen, but they have not been able to imitate a tripod similar to Jiuding. Moreover, in the process of imitation, I discovered a lot of incredible things.”
Ying Zheng told Li Si one by one what he saw, heard and thought at Lu Buwei's house.
Li Si just listened carefully and didn't ask any questions.
When Ying Zheng asked about the origin and function of Jiuding, Li Si asked: "Does the King believe that Jiuding is truly a creation of heaven?"
Ying Zheng was startled for a moment, then said: "Since the world cannot imitate it, the predecessors cannot create it. Since humans cannot create it, it can only be understood as a natural thing."
"If it is a heavenly thing, it is made by heaven. If it is not made by heaven, it is also made by heaven and man." Li Si said, "In the humble opinion of the common people, no one in the world knows the secret of Jiuding, otherwise Jiuding would not have been idle for more than two thousand years. , only enshrined in the dynasty as a symbol of royal power."
Ying Zheng nodded, calm on the surface, but secretly surprised in his heart. Even Li Si said this, do heavenly beings really exist?
Li Si added: "The king can make a simple hypothesis or guess."
"What hypothesis?" Ying Zheng asked.
"Assuming that the Nine Tripods were created by heaven and man, then the Nine Tripods must have their uses." Li Si said solemnly, "And how can the world get the Nine Tripods from heaven and man? If it was for heaven's use, how could it remain in the world like this? Long?"
"This..." Ying Zheng really didn't expect this.
"The only explanation is that Jiuding was actually made by Heaven, but it is not used by Heaven, but is used by the world, and was deliberately given to the world by Heaven." Li Si said, "As for why it is not used and what its purpose is, ordinary people can also guess. Unexpectedly, maybe the opportunity hasn’t come yet.”
Ying Zheng thought carefully about what Li Si said and thought to himself: Although Jiuding exists today, no one knows its true purpose, but it may not have been used by others. Could it be that only a specific person or a few people in the world can use Jiuding?
What Li Si said makes sense. If something is made, it must have its purpose, but the world has never used it, or even knows how to use it. It has only been enshrined for more than two thousand years. To unlock the secret of Jiuding, I am afraid that as Li Si said, it requires a certain amount of opportunity.
Thinking of the opportunity, just let it happen, and Ying Zheng didn't think about it too much.
Then Ying Zheng told Li Si about the "Lun Dao Hall" of Lu Buwei's foreign government, and expressed the idea of opening a new "Lun Dao Hall" in the city, and ordered Li Si to be mainly responsible for the preparations for its construction.
Li Si didn't refuse, he just said that he needed to have a plan first, and then choose a suitable location, and then he took the order to prepare.
In the next few days, Ying Zheng took Zhao Gao out early, mostly visiting dignitaries of the Ying family, and sometimes he would take Cheng Jiao with him.
After several days of visits, Ying Zheng identified several available talents, the most outstanding of which was undoubtedly Ying Cheng.
Ying Cheng is the same generation as Ying Zheng, and is six years older than Ying Zheng. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and is also familiar with the art of war. He is passionate about Da Qin, and is completely sincere to Ying Zheng. He is a rare talent.
On this day, Ying Zheng came to Wang Jian's house, which surprised Wang Jian.
Ying Zheng knew that Wang Jian's eldest son Wang Ben was also quite talented, so he asked Wang Jian to call Wang Ben out.
The conversation between the three people was quite harmonious, but when Wang Jian mentioned the affairs in the DPRK, he mostly avoided the important and focused on the light. Most of them talked about some opinions or tactics against other countries.
Although Wang Ben didn't have many opportunities to speak, he often complemented Wang Jian at the right time. The father and son had a tacit understanding.
Ying Zheng secretly sighed that this father and son were indeed pillars of talent, but they had not received enough attention. If there was a chance in the future, they would need to let them show off their talents more.
Later, the three of them talked about the Meng family. Wang Jian also lamented that time is not forgiving. Even if a person is a hero, he cannot change the fate of aging and death. In his words, he seemed to be lamenting that his own age is also too. Not too small.
Ying Zheng heard all this and remembered it in his heart.
At this time, Zhao Gao walked in, nodded to Wang Jian and his son, and then whispered a few words in Ying Zheng's ear.
After Ying Zheng heard this, he stood up and said goodbye to Wang Jian and returned to the palace.
Wang Jian didn't understand the reason and thought something had happened in the palace, so he asked Ying Zheng what the important matter was. Ying Zheng did not hide it and explained the reason.
It turned out that Ying Fu had taken back Mrs. Xia. To avoid trouble, he did not enter the palace, but waited at an inn in the city. He only sent someone to the palace to report Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng was a little anxious to see his grandmother whom he had never met before, so he hurried to the inn to greet her.
When Wang Jian asked about it, Ying Zheng briefly told Wang Jian about Mrs. Xia.
Wang Jian just nodded and said nothing more. This is a palace matter, and it is also Ying Zheng's family matter. His status makes it inconvenient for him to participate.
After leaving Wang Jian's mansion, Ying Zheng hurried to the inn where Mrs. Xia stayed.
Arriving at the door of the inn, Ying Fu was already waiting at the door.
Ying Fu stepped forward and saluted Ying Zheng. Ying Zheng waved his hand to indicate not to draw attention to himself, and then followed Ying Zheng through the door.
Zhao Gao had arranged the inn in advance, and there was no one waiting. Because among the people who came back from the palace, in addition to Mrs. Xia, there were also several people from the original palace. Ying Zheng just wanted to take his grandmother back, and the others would be placed elsewhere, so this inn became a temporary residence.
Ying Zheng straightened his clothes and followed Ying Fu to the second floor of the inn.
"Your Majesty, please wait here for a moment. This old slave will go in and report." Ying Fu said.
Ying Zheng nodded, his heart beating faster and he was a little nervous. After all, the person in the house was none other than his own grandmother.
After a few breaths, Ying Fu came out and asked Ying Zheng to come in.
Sitting dignifiedly in the room was an old man, his hair was mostly white, his face was peaceful, his demeanor was dignified, his face was somewhat similar to Ying Zheng's.
Mrs. Xia stood up, and when she saw the handsome young man in front of her, her eyes instantly became moist, and her voice trembled slightly as she said, "You, are you Zheng'er?"
Ying Zheng walked up to Mrs. Xia, knelt down on one knee and said, "My child, Ying Zheng, pay my respects to my grandmother."
The eyes of the grandfather and grandson met at one point, and the emotions of blood relatives burst out instantly, seeming to contain a thousand words.
Ying Zheng is already twenty years old, and this is the first time that grandparents and grandchildren have met.
"Get up, get up." Mrs. Xia said kindly, "My Zheng'er is already so old, and grandma is looking forward to seeing you day and night."
Before she could finish speaking, two lines of hot tears flowed down the corners of Mrs. Xia's eyes.
Mrs. Xia did not participate in the battles in the palace when she was young. Her son was adopted by others, but she was driven out of the palace to live. She was angry at first, but she was happy when she thought that her son had become the king.
But who would have thought that Ying Yiren died young and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man away, which made her heartbroken. But she has never met someone of her own bloodline, which is indeed cruel to a woman who lives in isolation from the world.
Ying Zheng hurriedly stepped forward, wiped the tears from the corners of Mrs. Xia's eyes with his sleeves, and said softly: "Grandma, our grandparents and grandchildren will finally meet each other, don't be sad."
"Grandma was not sad, she was crying with joy." As she said this, Mrs. Xia felt all kinds of emotions in her heart.
"From now on, Zheng'er will be by your side to fulfill your filial piety for your father." Ying Zheng said, "When my grandson grows up, he only does things for his father. When he was young, he served as a pledge for his father, and also for his father. My father should be filial to the King and Queen Mother, and I must also act as a great king for my father."
"Haha." Mrs. Xia laughed through her tears, "Don't make fun of your father."
Looking at this young man in his prime, who is the monarch of Qin and his own grandson, the satisfaction at this moment instantly swelled in Mrs. Xia's heart, crowding out all the bad emotions.
"Isn't that how it is? Ever since my grandson was a child, there has never been a moment of relaxation." Ying Zheng complained coquettishly. He was indeed a little aggrieved, but he had never found the right person to express his feelings to.
"It's not easy to be born into an emperor's family. Besides, this kind of growth experience will be good for you in governing the country in the future." Mrs. Xia was no longer sad and comforted Ying Zheng.
Seeing that he had successfully diverted Mrs. Xia's attention to himself, Ying Zheng said: "Grandma, this is not the place to talk. Come back to the palace with your grandson. Your grandson wants to hear more about grandma and his father. s story."
"It doesn't matter where grandma lives. It's just that if you enter the palace, will the Queen Mother and the Queen Mother embarrass you?" Mrs. Xia said.
"Grandma, don't worry. On the Queen Mother's side, your grandson has his own sense of proportion." Ying Zheng turned around and said to Zhao Gao, "Zhao Gao, prepare the vehicle and welcome my grandmother back to the palace."
Zhao Gao responded with his hands raised and hurriedly prepared his carriage and horses.
Mrs. Xia didn't bring many people with her. Apart from her and Ying Fu, there were only two personal maids. Everyone got on the carriage and headed towards the palace.
After entering the palace, Zhao Gao led the people to settle down Mrs. Xia and others. Mrs. Xia's bedroom was arranged in a room not far from Ying Zheng's bedroom. Although it was not too spacious, it was neatly kept and all the necessary things were available.
Ying Zheng sat down with Mrs. Xia to rest.
"What grandma wants to eat in the evening, Zheng'er asked someone to arrange it," Ying Zheng said.
"It's rare for our grandparents to reunite, so let grandma cook for you in the evening. Grandma wants to make some food for you with her own hands." Mrs. Xia was afraid that Ying Zheng would not allow it, so she added, "Don't worry, grandma only cooks for the two of us. , can’t be tired.”
Ying Zheng felt warm in his heart, and this feeling of family affection made him feel like a spring breeze. It had been too long since he had eaten food cooked by his mother, and now he had family members preparing to feed him, so he couldn't wait.
The same goes for Mrs. Xia. She hasn't cooked meals for her relatives in a long time. For her who loves to cook food, there is no point in making it delicious no matter how delicious it is if no one comes to taste it.
It was getting dark, and the grandfather and grandson sat face to face at the table. On the table were several pastries and dishes that Mrs. Xia had just made, a large bowl of glutinous rice balls, and two bottles of wine.
"Grandma, are these glutinous rice balls?" Ying Zheng looked at the white balls in the big bowl.
He had eaten glutinous rice balls when he was a child, but after returning to Qin, he never ate them again.
"Yes, it's a rare reunion with Zheng'er, so my grandmother made a big bowl of glutinous rice balls." Mrs.
Ying Zheng swallowed one in one gulp, and before he could finish it, he exclaimed: "Yeah, it's delicious!"
"If it's delicious, just eat it all." Mrs. Xia said happily.
Ying Zheng ate heartily, and in the end there was not even any soup left. Eating is not just about the taste, the most important thing is the mood.
"Grandma, what day is it today?" Ying Zheng wiped his mouth and asked.
"It's still the first day of the lunar month. Today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month." Mrs. Xia said.
"Oh, it's fifteen?" Ying Zheng said, "Then the moon is also full tonight."
"Yes, even the moon knows that our grandparents and grandchildren are reunited." Mrs. Xia walked to the window, opened the window, and looked at the bright moon.
The moon was very bright, like a smiling face, smiling at her.
"The moon is full, the glutinous rice balls are also round, and people are reunited." Ying Zheng said, "I must remember this day. From now on, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month every year, I must eat glutinous rice balls. No, the whole palace must eat glutinous rice balls." "
Ying Zheng came to the window and looked at the moon with Mrs. Xia.
A meteor streaked across the sky, and the faint light did not attract the attention of many people.
