Yes, it is also a scroll, a very ordinary scroll.
Is this another calligraphy and painting handed down from ancient times?
Qin Heng thought to himself.
Under his curious eyes, Qin Di stood up and said respectfully: "To my father, I also have a gift that I want to give to my father."
"Di'er, what do you want to give to your father?" Emperor Qin glanced at the scroll in his hand.
"Father, please take a look." Qin Di stepped forward and slowly unfolded the scroll in his hand.
Suddenly, a flash of surprise flashed in Emperor Qin's eyes.
In the painting, I saw a heroic young man riding a dark horse. He was vigorous and high-spirited, exactly what he looked like when he was young.
This painting has delicate brushstrokes and bright colors, as if it brings him to the public again.
Qin Huang's eyes became profound, as if he was recalling his young self.
When his eyes fell on the dark horse, a trace of sadness and nostalgia quietly flashed in his eyes.
"This painting was painted by the son based on his mother's memory of his father when he was young. In the heart of the son, the father is always the wise emperor with great ambitions and overlooking the world." Qin Di's voice was full of reverence. .
Emperor Qin nodded slightly, but his eyes still stayed on the scroll, and he stroked the scroll: "Yes, my father likes this painting very much."
As he spoke, he ordered without looking back: "Zhao Gan, hang this painting in my bedroom."
"promise."
Zhao Gan stepped forward, carefully took the scroll and rolled it up.
All of these are human beings!
Qin Heng, who witnessed this scene, couldn't help but sigh that none of these royal brothers had a fuel-efficient lamp.
It's okay for Qin Feng and Qin Huaiyang, but the others have captured their father's thoughts.
Qin Mian followed the path of a king, and the map he presented complemented his status as a prince.
Qin Su was well aware of his father's preferences, and the calligraphy and painting by Wang Yunzhi he chose were extremely precious, and he obviously put a lot of effort into them.
As for Qin Di, he touched his father's nostalgia. I would like to ask, which emperor can't help but feel emotional when he sees himself when he was young?
What's more, Qin Heng had just observed carefully that the dark horse probably held a lot of weight in his father's heart.
Each one of these is very well managed.
Is the gift you gave me too shabby?
Qin Heng had some doubts in his heart.
Noticing everyone's gaze, Qin Heng raised his hand and said respectfully: "Father, I have a gift for you, your mother, and your concubine."
"Oh, Heng'er, what gift are you going to give us?" Emperor Qin's tone was filled with surprise, and he was curious about what kind of gift it was that he wanted to give to the three of them.
The queen was also surprised. She had never expected that she was also involved.
Qin Heng turned his wheelchair and rowed towards Emperor Qin, followed by Zhang Long holding three wooden boxes.
Qin Huang saw his son's thin body turning with difficulty in the wheelchair. He couldn't help but feel a throbbing pain in his heart, and his steps moved closer to him involuntarily.
Noticing his father's figure appearing in front of him, Qin Heng stopped the wheelchair, raised his head and smiled innocently and shyly, then turned around and took a wooden box from Zhang Long's hand.
"Father, my son is clumsy and can only do some girly things. I will knit a scarf for you and my queen with my own hands so that they won't get cold." Qin Heng showed a trace of embarrassment on his immature face. He opened the lid of the wooden box and took out Inside is a pure sable fur scarf.
"Father, would you like to try to keep warm?" Qin Heng held up his scarf and looked at his father expectantly.
Emperor Qin had mixed feelings in his heart. Since ancient times, he had stayed away from the kitchen and never touched needlework. He never expected that his son would not even care about these things for him.
He sighed deeply in his heart and stretched out his hand to take the scarf.
However, his expression suddenly changed and he grabbed Qin Heng's right hand directly: "What's wrong with your hand?"
Everyone was very confused when they heard this, and all their eyes turned to Qin Heng's right hand.
Qin Heng subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but a trace of panic flashed across his face: "No...it's nothing, Father."
But his father's hand was like a vise, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
"Don't move." Qin Huang's tone was mixed with a hint of severity and worry.
After hearing this, Qin Heng did not dare to move anymore and could only be caught by him obediently.
Qin Huang took off the scarf in his hand and gently opened his hand, only to see that the white and slender fingers were covered with dense needle holes.
"You..." Emperor Qin's eyes glowed with fluorescence, and he looked at him distressedly.
Qin Heng took this opportunity, quickly took out his hand and hid it in his robe, and said in a panic: "I'm fine, I'm just too stupid to feel the pain."
As he spoke, he shook his head and forced a smile on his face.
"Huh." Emperor Qin took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and called out without looking back, "Zhao Gan."
"My servant is here." Zhao Gan quickly stepped forward and bent down to respond.
"By decree, the eighth prince Qin Heng, who is extremely filial and sincere, has great virtues and talents, will be canonized as King Xiaoxian from now on."
As he spoke, his tone paused slightly and continued: "Since I am young, I will give him an heir."
After saying that, he picked up the mink scarf, stroked it gently, and whispered again: "This scarf is recorded in the book, and will be brought to the imperial mausoleum with me a hundred years later."
"hiss."
A sound of inhalation suddenly sounded in the hall.
Even Zhao Gan, who had always been calm and composed, was lost for a moment.
What an honor!
Qin Heng also stared at his father in stunned silence, his brain even short-circuited.
Since the founding of the Qin Dynasty, there has never been a prince who left an heir and became the king.
Moreover, "filial piety" and "xian" are both used as titles, which is very valuable.
The most important thing is that the scarf was recorded in the book and brought to the imperial mausoleum a hundred years later.
This is not as simple as a burial object in the imperial mausoleum, this is to be placed in the imperial coffin.
dong dong dong
The sound of the heart beating violently was clearly audible.
"Heng'er, why don't you thank me quickly?"
Liu Yu's slightly trembling voice sounded in the hall.
Qin Heng's expression was shocked and he quickly bent down: "Son... I would like to thank my father."
There was a trace of vibrato in his voice, I don't know whether it was excitement or excitement.
"Get up." Emperor Qin stretched out his hand to gently lift him up. Looking at the tears falling down his face, he couldn't help but reach out to help him wipe them: "It's so big now, don't cry anymore."
Qin Heng felt embarrassed, nodded quickly, and wiped his tears.
"Go and give gifts to your mother and the others." Emperor Qin touched his head and felt a little emotional.
He felt so guilty about his son. Whether it was the assassination or the advice he gave a few days ago, it felt like there was a heavy stone weighing on him.
A fourteen-year-old boy who is sensible, filial, virtuous, and talented, why should he not love him?
"Yes, Father."
Zhao Gan next to him was very discerning and walked quickly behind Qin Heng with small steps: "Your Highness, I will push you."
Qin Heng nodded slightly. Seeing this realization, he even changed his title. No wonder he became a famous person next to his father.
