The palace was already full of people, all the princes had arrived, and the queen and four ladies were sitting there, dressed in gorgeous velvet clothes and dazzling jewelry.
Hearing the sound, everyone stopped talking and looked at Qin Heng.
Emperor Qin was sitting on the dragon chair, wearing a brand new dragon robe, and said kindly: "Heng'er is here."
Qin Heng saluted respectfully: "My son, I pay homage to my father, and I pay homage to my mother."
"Get up quickly, I'm waiting for you." Emperor Qin's voice was full of kindness.
Qin Heng scratched his head in embarrassment, and then, with Zhang Long's push, he sat down below Qin Di. He found that his desk was slightly higher than everyone else's, and sitting in a wheelchair, the height was just right.
Qin Heng felt warm in his heart, knowing that this was specially arranged for him by his father.
Qin Di's voice rang in his ears: "The emperor's brother is late today."
Qin Heng turned his head and saw Xiao Zhengtai sitting on his knees with his legs looking at him with a narrow look on his face.
He smiled perfunctorily: "There was some delay on the way."
In fact, he was not late, but other princes came earlier.
Qin Mian's voice suddenly sounded in the hall: "To my father, today is New Year's Eve, and I would like to show my filial piety to my father."
Qin Heng's eyes then turned to the center of the hall, where he saw Qin Mian standing solemnly, holding a scroll gently in his hands.
It seems that during the festival, his father released him from confinement.
Qin Heng secretly guessed.
Emperor Qin looked at the scroll with curiosity: "Oh, what kind of filial piety do you want to show?"
Qin Mian replied: "Back to my father, this is the map of the Qin Dynasty that my son spent a year drawing."
Emperor Qin's interest was obviously aroused, and he motioned to Qin Mian to unfold the scroll.
As the scroll slowly unfolded, an exquisite map of the Qin Dynasty was displayed in front of everyone.
The map is about ten feet long. The mountains, rivers, cities, and roads in the map are all detailed and detailed, as if the magnificent scenery of the entire Qin Empire is condensed into the ruler.
Emperor Qin couldn't help but step down from the throne, as if he wanted to take a closer look.
His eyes roamed back and forth on the map, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "Yes, this map not only shows the vast territory of our Daqin, but also proves your attentiveness and perseverance. I am very pleased."
Qin Mian felt happy in his heart and showed a hint of humility on his face: "Father, you are overly complimentary."
As soon as Qin Mian finished speaking, Qin Su's voice came from the other end of the hall: "Father, I also have a filial piety to dedicate to my father."
Everyone looked around and saw Qin Su walking slowly, holding an exquisite dark wooden box in his hand.
"What is this?" Emperor Qin looked at the jade box in his hand and asked curiously.
"Back to my father, what I present to my father are calligraphy and paintings by the calligraphy sage Wang Yunzhi."
Qin Su's answer caused a burst of exclamation in the hall.
Qin Heng was also surprised. The calligraphy and paintings by the calligraphy sage Wang Yunzhi were priceless and rare in the world.
Over the past hundreds of years, there have been very few authentic works of calligraphers. And his father was particularly fond of Wang Yunzhi's works.
As far as he knew, there was a calligraphy and painting by Wang Yunzhi in his father's palace, which he admired day and night.
Qin Su's ability to offer such a gift was undoubtedly the right medicine.
As expected, Emperor Qin's face showed a look of surprise. He took the dark wooden box from Qin Su's hand, opened it carefully, and found a beautiful scroll lying in it.
Emperor Qin stretched out his hand and touched it gently, with unclear affection.
When Qin Su saw his father's expression, a trace of pride flashed in his eyes.
This painting took a lot of effort to get, just waiting for this day.
The scroll was slowly opened in Emperor Qin's hands, and a beautiful calligraphy and painting appeared in front of everyone.
A peak is independent, standing tall and straight, reaching into the sky. The water below the peak is gurgling, crystal clear, and a lone boat is parked on the bank of the stream.
The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, like a dream, like a paradise.
In the lower right corner of the calligraphy and painting, there is also a line of small characters: "In the autumn of Yihai, Yun Zhi plays with ink." The font is elegant and the writing is powerful.
Even Qin Heng, a person who doesn't know how to appreciate, couldn't help but secretly praise it in his heart.
If this painting were in the previous life, I would have no worries about food and drink for the rest of my life.
"It's really a fairyland on earth, it's intoxicating." Emperor Qin reluctantly looked away and praised him.
"As long as your father likes it, it won't be in vain to show your filial piety." Qin Su showed his filial piety at the right time.
Hearing this, Emperor Qin showed a hint of relief on his face: "You are serious."
A flash of excitement flashed in Qin Su's eyes, and he humbly replied: "This is what a son and minister should do."
"Father, we both have gifts to give each other." The voices of Qin Feng and Qin Huaiyang also rushed from the side.
Emperor Qin's eyes turned to Qin Feng and Qin Huaiyang, with a trace of curiosity flashing in his eyes.
Qin Feng held an exquisite jade box in his hand and took a step forward: "This is the best jasper that my son found, specially carved for my father."
After saying that, he carefully opened the lid of the jade box in his hand, revealing the jade bi lying quietly inside.
The jade is natural, white and flawless. It is also engraved with the beautiful handwriting of "Guotai Minan". Every word shows the ingenuity.
"What a peaceful country and peaceful people." Emperor Qin looked happy and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pick up the jade and looked at it carefully.
However, Qin Heng felt that his father liked these four words more.
"Father, this is the emperor's sword specially forged by my son." Qin Huaiyang was not to be outdone and walked up with a sword box in his arms.
"Oh, let me see this emperor's sword." Emperor Qin put the jade jade back and opened the sword box himself.
A sword as black as ink, like ink jade, lay in the sword box, with dazzling rubies inlaid on it.
Emperor Qin picked up the sword. The hilt was engraved with the totem of the Qin Dynasty, a soaring black dragon, symbolizing the rise of the Qin Dynasty.
He reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, pulled it out with force, and a white light flashed.
The body of the shimmering sword is engraved with the four characters "Peace in the World". The fonts are powerful and powerful, as if to announce to the world that this is an emperor's sword.
Emperor Qin stared at the sword and waved it casually. The sword glowed like a sword and the sword sounded like a cry.
"What a sword." Emperor Qin praised him and looked at Qin Feng and the two of them: "You two are thoughtful. My father likes your gift very much."
Qin Feng and Qin Feng glanced at each other, with a hint of pride on their faces.
Qin Huang saw the expressions of the two of them, and a hint of disappointment quietly flashed in his eyes.
He put the sword back into the sword case and waved his hand.
Seeing this, the eunuch next to him quickly stepped forward to accept the gift.
At this time, everyone in the hall couldn't help but look at Qin Di and Qin Heng.
Among the princes, they were the only two who had yet to present a gift.
Qin Heng turned to look at the young lady Qin Di next to him, wanting to see what kind of gift he wanted to give.
Qin Di seemed to feel his gaze and couldn't help turning his head, blinking mischievously, and then took a scroll from Zong Wei behind him.
