The night was dark, and the warm breeze carried the earthy fragrance exuded by the spring breeze. Ying Zheng, Li Si, Meng Yi, and Ying Teng walked among the palaces in the old city, feeling very happy.
This is Ying Zheng’s second visit to Yongcheng.
The last time he came to Yongcheng, he learned that Lao Ai and Zhao Ji had given birth to two younger brothers for him here.
He angrily quarreled with Zhao Ji and finally left in anger.
But this time it was different, he seemed to be in a very good mood.
Ying Zheng looked up at the sky, smiled, and said with emotion: "God is still punctual, Grain Rain is coming!"
"Boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a thunderous sound in the sky, and drizzle fell from the sky, making the green bricks and black tiles make a ticking sound.
Li Si, Meng Yi, and Ying Teng all clapped their hands and laughed; "Good rain knows the season! What a good year!"
"Hahaha!"
Ying Zheng laughed heartily: "May the Qin Dynasty be like this every year and have good weather!"
"His Majesty!"
At this moment, Meng Yi pointed to one side and shouted: "Young Master Hao seems not to be sleeping yet!"
"oh?"
Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment and looked in the direction of Meng Yi's finger. He saw only the lights of the unfamiliar courtyard flickering in the dark night ahead. He said funnyly: "That kid likes to do things, let's go and have a look!" "
The small courtyard of the villa was shrouded in rain and fog, making it impossible to see the whole picture. The rainwater slowly slid down from the drainage channel in the middle of the tiles, making a rustling sound.
Meng Yi stepped forward and knocked on the door.
Mond's voice came from the courtyard: "Who?"
Meng Yi whispered: "I, Meng Yi."
"Second uncle? Why are you here?"
Mond opened the wooden door and asked Meng Yi, but when he saw Ying Zheng behind him, he hurriedly saluted.
Ying Zheng smiled and waved his hand: "No, no, what are you busy with?"
"Your Majesty, come back from the old city wall. The young master has been in the study and hasn't had dinner. I don't know what he is busy with."
Mond bowed and answered truthfully.
Meng Yi's face darkened when he heard this, and he immediately scolded: "Brother asked you to study with the young master so that you can take care of him. Why are you so ignorant, young master?"
"Okay Meng Yi, it's none of Meng's business!"
Before Meng Yi could finish scolding Mond, Ying Zheng interrupted him with a smile and praised Mond: "Xiao De's recent performance is very good. I heard that you are very interested in the 'Art of Punishment'. Do you want to Going to serve in Tingwei Mansion?"
"Ah? This"
Mond was a little surprised and subconsciously turned to look at Meng Yi.
Now that Meng Tian is not here, he can only ask this uncle for his advice.
But Meng Yi frowned slightly, and immediately handed over to Ying Zheng: "Your Majesty loves your nephew Mond, it is his blessing, but the relationship between Tingwei's house is very important, and he is still young, so I'm afraid he is not qualified."
"hehe."
Ying Zheng smiled noncommittally and joked;
"Meng Yi, I remember that when you first entered the official career, you were only around Meng's age, right? Why, are you still afraid that someone who is better than someone who is good at it will be better than someone who is good at it?"
"Your Majesty, veteran"
Meng Yi opened his mouth and was about to defend himself when he saw Ying Zheng raising his hand to signal to him:
"If anyone here is qualified to decide whether Mond should go to Tingwei's mansion, it is none other than Li Tingwei."
"Your Majesty is joking, but the old minister is frightened."
When Li Si heard Ying Zheng's teasing, he quickly bowed and saluted, looked up at Mond and said: "Mond performed outstandingly in the Kong Kun case, especially in prison interrogation. He is very talented. If he comes to serve in Tingwei Mansion, , it’s not impossible.”
"Li Tingwei, this"
"Don't worry, doctor, please wait and listen to what I have to say."
Li Si smiled and stopped Meng Yi who was about to speak, stroking his beard and said: "However, the assessment of the Tingwei Mansion is very strict. Not only must you be familiar with the criminal laws of the Qin Dynasty, but you must also know how to review every case to ensure that there are no unjust cases and that the law Unkind!”
As he spoke, his face straightened and he said solemnly: "If there is any act of favoritism and bending the law in handling the case, you will definitely be severely punished!"
"this"
When Mond heard this, he looked hesitant.
Ying Zheng looked at him with interest, raised his eyebrows and said, "What? Are you scared?"
"No, no"
"You still said no, but I saw that you were stuttering when you spoke!"
"Hahaha!"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Mond was a little embarrassed and scratched his head and said:
"Your Majesty, don't blame Mond for not being able to speak. This is the first time that Mond has taken charge of his own affairs. He is a little nervous, but Mond is not afraid. He can share the worries of Your Majesty and the Great Qin. Mond is happy. I believe that my father is too. I’ll be happy for Mond!”
"Well said!"
Ying Zheng smiled happily, reached out and patted Meng on the shoulder, then turned to look at Li Si: "Li Tingwei, let this kid go to Tingwei Mansion to be a Cao Cao and learn, how about it?"
"Can!"
Li Siyan said one word concisely and comprehensively.
Mond quickly saluted Ying Zheng and saluted Li Si; "Thank you, Your Majesty. Thank you, Li Tingwei!"
"Okay, okay, thank you. Speaking of which, your kid is also our nephew. If you can make a difference, it's too late for us to be happy. Our Daqin talents are flourishing!"
"Your Majesty, God bless the Qin Dynasty!"
Everyone laughed in agreement.
Mond quickly bowed and said, "Your Majesty, wait a moment, I will inform the young master!"
"No, you go prepare some food, and I'll go see that kid!"
Ying Zheng raised his hand to stop Mond and strode straight to the study where the light was still on.
Gently pushing open the wooden door of the study, Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment.
In the huge study room, drawing papers were scattered all over the floor, and there was not even room for feet around the desk.
Zhao Hao took a willow charcoal pen and was writing and drawing on the desk, unaware of the knock on the door.
Ying Zheng stared at him silently for a while, then chuckled:
"I heard that immortals can go months or even years without eating. Does your kid also want to become an immortal?"
"ha?"
Zhao Hao suddenly turned around and saw Ying Zheng standing at the door. He quickly got up from the desk and saluted him: "I have met my father!"
"no!"
Ying Zheng waved his hand, stared at the drawing paper on the ground, and said with a smile: "It's so late, what are you busy with?"
"Nothing, I just have nothing to do and draw something!"
"What is it? Can I see it?"
"Yes! Father, wait a moment!"
Zhao Hao responded with a smile, quickly ran to the desk, took out a piece of drawing paper that he was satisfied with, and handed it to Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng unfolded the drawing paper and took a look, and was immediately attracted by the pictures on it.
Different from traditional ink paintings, this is a three-dimensional character sketch with very delicate lines, giving people a very real feeling.
Ying Zheng recognized it at a glance. It was a portrait of a military officer. The expression on his face is so lifelike that he looks exactly like a real person.
With an incredulous expression, Ying Zheng looked up at Zhao Hao and hesitated: "Is this really what you drew?"
"Yeah, it took me two hours to draw it!"
Zhao Hao nodded with a smile, raised his finger to the drawing paper on the ground, and laughed at himself: "I haven't drawn for a long time, my skills are a bit rusty, and I wasted a lot of paper."
In his previous life, because of his good grades, he didn't need to focus too much on studying, so he often honed skills other than studying.
For example, if you love reading comics, learn sketching; if you love watching Japanese dramas, learn Japanese; if you love singing, learn to play the guitar or piano; if you love it, then write.
Anyway, I have cultivated various interests and hobbies, but I am not very proficient in them.
Now that we have traveled to the Qin Dynasty, most of our hobbies and interests cannot be used, and we can only focus on what is in front of us.
Fortunately, Zhang Cang told him about the 'living burial' today, which made him suddenly realize that the terracotta warriors and horses had not been built yet, so a bold idea emerged in his mind.
That is to design a new set of terracotta warriors and horses for the First Emperor, so that future generations will no longer regret it.
As we all know, the terracotta warriors and horses seen in later generations are all pottery warriors.
Although the terracotta warriors and horses were painted when they were unearthed, they looked wonderful and pretty.
However, the pigments used more than 2,000 years ago will undergo an oxidation reaction when exposed to air, turning the originally beautiful terracotta warriors into earth-colored warriors with only form.
Even if science in later generations has become very advanced, it still cannot solve the problem of oxidation reaction.
Therefore, very few terracotta warriors and horses have been unearthed in later generations, only pits No. 1, 2, and 3.
Pit No. 1 is the largest, Pit No. 2 has been dug less than half, and Pit No. 3 has been barely dug.
This is really a pity for later generations of people who like the First Emperor.
Because it is absolutely impossible to dig the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, at least without solving the oxidation reaction and solving various historical problems, it will not be touched within a hundred years.
In this case, future generations can only see the tip of the iceberg of the Great Qin Empire through the Terracotta Warriors and Horses and various cultural relics.
Now that Zhao Hao has traveled to this era and experienced this era, he naturally wants future generations to understand this era.
Although this era has changed, and it may no longer be the Qin Empire of the original era, it is still glorious and deserves to be remembered by future generations.
Therefore, Zhao Hao wants to leave more memories for this era.
"What do you think, Father?"
Seeing Ying Zheng picking up his discarded paintings from the ground one after another, Zhao Hao asked him with a smile on his face.
But Ying Zheng ignored Zhao Hao and just looked back and forth at the sketch in his hand, becoming more and more surprised as he looked at it.
In fact, it's not to blame that Ying Zheng was surprised at the sketch in his hand.
Mainly paintings from the Pre-Qin era, almost none of which have been handed down to the world, making it difficult to imagine the painting craftsmanship of this era.
However, it can be seen from the meticulousness of the terracotta warriors and horses that this era should have respected realism.
After all, when the terracotta warriors and horses were first unearthed, even the hair and fingernails could be clearly seen.
"What a painting! It's like a miracle. I have never seen such a realistic painting. I never thought that there is such a magical painting skill in this world!"
After recovering from the surprise, Ying Zheng carefully put away the drawing paper and looked at Zhao Hao with admiration.
He knew that Zhao Hao could not paint for no reason, and he probably had other things to discuss with him.
But looking at Zhao Hao's haggard face, he didn't continue to ask. He just took Zhao Hao's hand and said, "Let's go eat first, and then we'll talk after eating!"
Soon, the father and son came to the living room.
Mond has already ordered the kitchen staff to reheat the prepared dishes, which are Zhao Hao's favorite mutton hot pot and soy sauce beef.
Ying Zheng smiled and said, "You eat first, and my father will talk to Li Tingwei and the others."
After saying that, he turned around and smiled at Li Si and the others: "Let's go to my son's study!"
"good!"
Li Si and the other two responded cheerfully, and then left the living room with Ying Zheng.
Watching them leave, Zhao Hao couldn't help but raise his hand to his forehead. He knew without even thinking that his father was showing off again.
He glanced helplessly at Mond, who shrugged, indicating that he didn't know anything.
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