"It must be an illusion, how could my father come here!"
"It must be, I must have seen it wrong!"
After closing the door, Zhao Hao leaned against the door panel, wiping away the non-existent sweat in his heart, and kept hypnotizing himself.
After a while, there was a knock on the door.
"Stop knocking, there's no one in the house!"
Zhao Hao shouted without looking back.
Ying Zheng outside the door: "..."
Fusu in the room: "Brother Hao, who is it? Why did you close the door?"
"Oh, it's okay, check the water meter, um, where are we talking about? Oh yes, my father is the emperor of the ages, he is my idol, right, ha, ha ha ha..."
Zhao Hao was holding the door, crying and laughing as he talked to himself.
Ying Zheng outside the door: "..."
"Why are you checking the water meter? Open the door quickly. There is no light in the room. It's too dark..."
Fusu stepped forward in confusion, reaching out to open the door.
Zhao Hao looked sad and shook his head repeatedly.
"What's wrong with you?"
Fusu looked puzzled. At this moment, Ying Zheng's shout suddenly came: "You two traitors, why don't you get out of here!"
"Father!?"
Fusu was suddenly startled and looked at Zhao Hao in astonishment.
"Brother, save me, wuwuwu..."
........
A moment later, the outer courtyard of Chunan Pavilion.
Ying Zheng sat on the Taishi chair that had been set up, leaned his body on the back of the chair, and sighed comfortably.
You must know that the Grand Master's Chair was definitely a new thing in the Qin Dynasty. Even if it were hundreds or thousands of years later, this thing would not appear, so Ying Zheng was very angry on the surface, but he was still quite comfortable in his heart.
This also made the two brothers kneeling on the ground feel a sense of luck.
But Zhao Hao said with a smile: "Father, this chair was specially made by a craftsman after my father had a sore back and weak blood after reviewing a large number of memorials every day.
I just thought that one day I would be able to meet my father and send it to him, but I didn’t expect that my father would come in person. Haha, what a coincidence. Isn’t that right? Don’t you think so, eldest brother! "
"Hehe, hehe, yes, Father, Brother Hao, he is serious about it, so that Father will not have to work so hard to review the memorials every day." Fusu braced himself and echoed.
"snort!"
Ying Zheng snorted coldly in his nose and said, "Really? It turns out that the person who speaks ill of my father behind his back is a filial son..."
"Uh, this..."
Zhao Hao and Fusu looked at each other and broke out in cold sweat.
Ying Zheng sat up and said solemnly: "Tell me, who taught you what you just said?"
"It's... Kong..."
"Um?"
Ying Zheng leaned down, smiled, and exerted force with one hand, only to hear the creaking sound of the seat ring of the Grand Master's chair.
"If you dare to lie to me, the consequences may be serious. I hope you will think carefully..."
"Father, Brother Hao..."
"Snapped!"
Fusu saw Zhao Hao trembling with fear and quickly wanted to plead for him.
Unexpectedly, Ying Zheng raised his hand and slapped him.
"Eldest brother!"
Zhao Hao was startled and hurriedly reached out to hug Fusu, only to see a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"You left your post without permission and made false claims about your Majesty. As the eldest brother, you did not discipline your younger brother strictly. Fu Su, do you know that you are guilty?" Ying Zheng glanced at Fu Su coldly.
Fusu covered the blood mark on his face and was about to accuse him, but Zhao Hao protected him behind him. He only heard him say angrily: "If you want to blame the father, just blame the son. It's all the son's fault! I want to kill him." If you want to beheaded, it’s all up to Father!”
"Brother Hao, shut up!"
Fusu was startled and quickly covered Zhao Hao's mouth and begged: "Father, my brother Hao is still young. It's all my fault that I didn't discipline him well. If you want to punish me, please punish me!"
"Ah!"
Ying Zheng snorted and sneered: "Punish you? I see this boy is very unconvinced! Let him go, I want to hear what he will say that is treasonous and unethical!"
"Father..."
"Let him go!"
"This...hey..."
Fusu hesitated, and finally let go of Zhao Hao under Ying Zheng's knife-like gaze.
Zhao Hao stood up and wiped his mouth, looked back at Ying Zheng without fear, and said: "If you extend your head, it will be a knife, and if you shrink your head, it will be death, so I will risk it. Yes, that's right, I will." I think you are not a qualified father!"
"You are also a son, why should you treat me like this? Look at my figure. I am twelve years old and about the same height as Hu Hai, who is seven or eight years old. Not to mention living in a remote place, I have the same food, clothing, and clothing as the palace servants. Distribute it together!”
"My mother died young. I can't bear it when others insult me, bully me, or scold me. I will protect whoever protects me! If they say I am rebellious, then kill me!"
"Why do you think the prince is discussing politics? You think I want to go? That national matter is none of my business. If you ask me what I think, I'll give it a try!"
"I just finished my speech the day before yesterday, and I was targeted the day after tomorrow. It's been eight lifetimes of bad luck for me to come to this damn place!"
"Are you done?"
Ying Zheng took a deep breath, secretly suppressed the thought of beating Ni Zi, and asked with a dark face.
"Not yet, let me take a breath..."
Zhao Hao put his hands on his hips, blushed, and said angrily.
Fusu and the palace attendants on the side were stunned with shock, their heads buzzing.
I, did we read that correctly?
Young Master Hao was so bold that His Majesty did not become furious.
He just slapped the eldest son until he bled!
This, this, this...
These are both sons, so why is there such a big difference? !
And Young Master Hao is really desperate for his life, he dares to scold His Majesty...
How dare he!
"Ok?"
"Okay, but I want to ask first. According to Qin law, should a rebellious person like me be killed directly, buried alive, or quartered..."
Ying Zheng laughed angrily at Zhao Hao's words and couldn't help but ask: "What do you think?"
Zhao Hao thought for a while and said seriously: "I think you should just give me a good time and leave the whole body..."
"That might be a little difficult..."
"No, am I not your son? How could you do this to your son!"
Ying Zheng rolled his eyes in his heart, but asked calmly: "I am your father, how can you talk to your father like this..."
"I..." Zhao Hao was stunned and said with some annoyance: "I'm so angry!"
"What about now, are you still confused?"
"I'm not confused anymore, can you spare my life?"
Hearing this, Ying Zheng almost threw his head back and laughed, but in the end he held it back and asked with a half-smile: "Oh? Are you scared to death again?"
"As it is said, how can a man living in heaven and earth..."
"Crack!"
When Zhao Hao was about to say the words "How can we be greedy for life and afraid of death", Ying Zheng grabbed the seat ring of the Grand Master's chair and pinched off a corner with force.
"Gulu..."
Zhao Hao swallowed subconsciously and his eyelids twitched wildly.
Damn it!
No wonder the First Emperor was able to escape assassination over and over again. Is this the value of the force he was shooting for in the film Qin Shi Mingyue? !
That's golden nanmu!
"How can a man do anything if he lives between heaven and earth?" Ying Zheng stared at Zhao Hao and asked coldly.
Zhao Hao knelt down and immediately showed a flattering smile: "How can a person who does not understand the current affairs be a hero? Father, I know that I am wrong, please spare my life!"
"Hahaha, okay! Since you are so aware of current affairs, I won't embarrass you. I want you to speak freely during tomorrow's discussion, just like you did just now. If you behave well, I will spare your life!"
"What if you don't perform well..."
Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said word by word: "I am a tyrant who kills his son!"
"hiss....."
Zhao Hao couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and his face turned pale.
Ying Zheng was secretly amused, saying to himself that you, a brat, are too young to play tricks with me.
