"I asked, he also sends some things to the palace from time to time." Liu Yu walked to the chair and sat down, waving his hand to signal everyone in the palace to leave.
"Then it seems that he still cares about the imperial sister."
Since the last incident, Xu Lai has been labeled as the second prince.
Moreover, he also heard Liu Qi say that his father intended to let him go further, which could be regarded as compensation for the last time.
"Xu Lai was injured in the battlefield in his early years, so he only had a daughter, Xu Meiren. Although he adopted a nephew, there are some differences after all. It is reasonable to love Youran more."
Liu Yu smiled slightly and explained.
"Oh, there's also this."
Qin Heng was a little surprised, he really didn't know about this.
That being said, Xu Lai is quite miserable.
Since ancient times, there have been three types of unfilial piety, the greatest of which is not having descendants.
Even an adopted nephew is not as good as a biological one.
"Has the queen been doing anything these days?"
Liu Yu shook his head: "No, he has been staying in Qinfeng Palace since the last time he was poisoned, and he doesn't come out on weekdays."
Qin Heng narrowed his eyes and then asked, "How is Mrs. Wu doing lately?"
Hearing this, Liu Yu frowned subconsciously and sighed in a low voice: "Wu Li has been wooing concubines in the harem recently. Anyone who disrespects her has been punished."
"She didn't do anything to you, concubine, did she?"
Qin Heng asked worriedly.
"That's not true. The most she can do is try to win over me. She doesn't dare to do anything outrageous." Liu Yu shook his head.
"That's fine."
Hearing this, Qin Heng felt relieved, but thinking about it, now the prince and the second prince wanted to win over him.
As the second prince's mother-in-law, she would definitely not offend him so thoughtlessly.
"How are you doing these days?"
"The guards in the palace have been strict recently, and the mother-in-law has not been able to send any news."
Qin Heng retracted his thoughts, looked around, and smiled slightly: "My son, everything is going well these days. My cousin and I opened a wine shop together, and the business is pretty good."
"Well, that's fine. The fighting in the court is fierce now, so you have to be more careful."
"Well, don't worry, mother-in-law, I know what's going on."
"Well, if you have anything to do, tell your grandfather, or go to the palace to find your mother and concubine."
"Well, I know."
Qin Heng felt warm in his heart and nodded in response.
Next, the mother and son chatted for a long time before Qin Heng left the palace.
Qin Heng's life once again returned to its usual peace. Sometimes he wondered, what is the life that people pursue?
Isn’t this the peaceful life that I have now?
Maybe peace will always be temporary!
The battle in Beijun was the same as in previous years. Winter came and the Huns retreated to the grassland.
And all they can do is plunder in North County.
The 30,000 Qin Wei troops led by Niu Hu also embarked on their return journey.
"Zheng...ding...dong..."
A burst of harsh music sounded in the courtyard.
Qin Heng was sitting in front of the stone table with a focused look on his face, playing the piano. His intoxicated expression did not match the ferocious sound of the piano.
Behind them, Cao Zheng and Ah Fu could see from the beating eyes of Cao Zheng and Ah Fu that they were also trying their best to be intoxicated.
The sound of the piano is high and monotonous, pausing from time to time, like a single song, or searching for the strings.
Rub rub rub rub
A faint sound of footsteps came from behind several people.
Ah Fu turned around and looked dissatisfied, wanting to see who was so unruly.
You know, what bothers Qin Heng most is being disturbed while playing the piano.
A guard came over in a hurry.
"What's the matter?" Ah Fu asked aloud after seeing his appearance.
"Master Zhao from CRRC is here."
Ah Fu was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned around and walked to Qin Heng's side.
"Eighth Prince, Master Zhao is here in the palace."
"Zheng..."
The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, Qin Heng turned around and asked doubtfully: "Zhao Gan?"
"right."
"Let's go, push me over."
"promise."
Ah Fu stepped forward and pushed the wheelchair toward the lobby.
In front of the lobby, Qin Heng's eyes moved and he was slightly surprised.
Two rows of black-clad guards stood in front of the hall with a solemn imposing manner, motionless, like stone sculptures.
They are tall and tall, with long black swords on their waists, and their eyes are as sharp as eagles, which is breathtaking.
If he guessed correctly, these people should be...
"Meet the Eighth Prince."
Zhao Gan's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Qin Heng raised his head, and Zhao Gan had already greeted him from the main room.
"Master Zhao, you are polite."
"Eighth Prince, I am here today to obey His Majesty's instructions."
"Thank you." Qin Heng bowed his hands and bent down.
Zhao Gan stood up straight, his expression suddenly became serious, and he loudly announced: "His Majesty decreed: The eighth prince Qin Heng, who is getting older, has his hair tied up. According to the ancestral system of the Qin Dynasty, he will be entrusted with ten clan guards to protect him for the rest of his life."
"Appreciate this."
"My dear father, I thank you."
Qin Heng felt happy, those guards were indeed his future clan guards.
"Eighth Prince, these people are the Zongwei that His Majesty personally selected for you. They are all the best among the Zongwei of this generation."
Zhao Gan bent down, pointed at the Zongwei and said.
"Please, Mr. Zhao, thank my father for me."
"My father, despite his busy schedule, personally selected Zongwei for me, which really makes me unable to control myself." Qin Heng's face was touched, and his tone was even more exciting.
"My servant will definitely convey my words of thanks to the Eighth Prince."
"Thank you, Mr. Zhao."
"The Eighth Prince is very polite. It's just a little effort. This servant has to return to the palace to resume his duties, so I won't keep you any longer."
"Okay, then I won't keep Mr. Zhao."
"Ah Fu, give me a gift for Mr. Zhao." Qin Heng turned to Ah Fu behind him and said.
"promise."
"Master Zhao, please."
Ah Fu turned sideways and stretched out his hand to signal.
Zhao Gan saluted Qin Heng, and then led several guards towards the door.
Qin Heng looked at the ten sect guards, his excitement still not calming down.
"Introduce yourselves."
"promise."
The ten sect guards responded respectfully, and then spoke in sequence from left to right.
"My subordinate, Zhang Long, is twenty-one years old and is of the highest rank."
"My subordinate, Zhao Hu, is twenty-one years old and is in a first-class position."
"My subordinate, Sun Bin, is twenty years old and is in a first-class position."
"My subordinate, Li Qing, is twenty years old and is in the first-class level."
"My subordinate, Wang Wu, is twenty years old and is in a first-class position."
"My subordinate Zhou Tao is nineteen years old and a second-rate mirror."
"My subordinate Wu Fan is nineteen years old and in a second-rate position."
"My subordinate Zheng Nan, nineteen years old, second-rate."
"My subordinate Chen Liang, nineteen years old, second-rate."
"My subordinate Huang An is nineteen years old and in a second-rate position."
The corner of Qin Heng's mouth raised, and he was extremely satisfied. Everyone was a young man with high strength.
"Very good, from now on, you are my Qin Heng's clan guards."
"I hope we can help each other and walk hand in hand in the future."
Qin Heng looked at them, his tone full of determination.
"My subordinates swear to be loyal to the Eighth Prince to the death, and will never give up, and will never change my mind!"
The ten clan guards shouted in unison, their voices sonorous and powerful, full of loyalty.
