Chapter 986 Staying up late is harmful to the body, so I choose to stay up all night! I am not a gentleman, but the father of gentlemen!
The torch in front of the Qilin Palace has been removed. A drunken soldier left Xianyang Palace with the help of the eunuch and returned to the military camp outside the city. Or he walked with stumbling steps, holding the wine that came from the palace. He was clamoring to go find his subordinates to have a drink and chat with him.
But the candles in the royal study stayed on all night.
Top talents with extremely high spirits gathered here to brainstorm, and strange ideas that spread all over the world burst out here one after another.
It wasn't until the bright sunlight outside the window overwhelmed the candlelight that the courtiers finally left here one after another.
But they are not here to rest, but to summon their subordinates as soon as possible, compile the many strategies discussed last night into a plan, and instigate local government agencies to act according to the orders as quickly as possible!
The door closed again, Ying Zheng closed his eyes facing the empty imperial study, and ordered in a slightly tired voice: "Take the official documents in the side hall and prepare the food for the court."
After saying this, Ying Zheng prepared to close his eyes and rest for a quarter of an hour as usual, and then plunged into intense work.
However, Wang Bo bowed his hands and said softly: "Before Chang'an Jun leaves, please advise the king to sleep for three hours."
"The king agrees."
Ying Zheng frowned slightly and said, "It's broad daylight now. It's really a sin for me to sleep for three hours."
"The imperial doctor said that sleeping late is harmful to the body. Instead of sleeping soundly now, it is better to sleep at night."
There are no electric lights in Daqin, so bright daylight is extremely precious.
Ying Zheng felt that sleeping soundly for three hours during the sunny day was tantamount to committing a crime!
And staying up late is really harmful to the body, so it is reasonable for people to choose to stay up all night!
Wang Bo bowed his hands and saluted again, and said calmly: "In this case, after my duty, I will go to Chang'an Lord's Mansion and inform Chang'an Lord of this matter."
Wang Bo’s words are extremely outrageous!
Because this statement is by no means as simple as saying that if Ying Zheng does not sleep well, Wang Bo will go to Ying Chengxuan to complain.
This remark not only reverses the relationship between Ying Zheng and Ying Chengxuan, but also highlights Wang Bo's tendency to disobey Ying Zheng for Ying Chengxuan's orders.
If he were an ordinary king, Wang Bo's words alone would be enough to label Wang Bo as untrustworthy, and hide Wang Bo from now on.
But Wang Bo still said it.
Ying Zheng opened his eyes with displeasure, and said in an inexplicable voice: "Wang Aiqing is loyal."
Wang Bo said sincerely: "I am loyal to the king."
"Although Lord Chang'an said that the king will live a long life, he also said that a good night's sleep will help the king live longer."
"I believe that in order to govern a country, one must first govern one's body."
"The king has a long life and no boundaries, only the Qin Dynasty can be invincible in the world!"
"Your Majesty will be blessed and prosperous, and only then will I be able to attach myself to your Majesty's tail!"
Looking at Wang Bo, who lowered his head respectfully but without fear, the unhappiness on Ying Zheng's face disappeared, replaced by a light smile and helplessness: "Just let it go!"
"For now, let's not pass on the food for the court. We will pass on the food order to prepare a bowl of soothing soup. We will pass on the imperial physician to order Xia Wu to massage and rub it to relieve fatigue."
"I'll go to the side hall to rest for a while."
What bad intentions can the king's brother and his subordinates have?
I just hope that I can sleep well and live a few more years.
Wang Bo was overjoyed and handed over his hand: "Your Majesty is wise!"
Ying Zheng stood up, stretched his sore back, and wanted to go to the side hall.
But the waiter's low voice sounded outside the door: "Master Fusu, please see the king!"
Ying Zheng said casually: "Pass!"
The door opened. Ying Fusu, who was already eleven years old, tall and tall, and already vaguely looked like a jade gentleman, stepped into the imperial study room with standard square steps, and bowed his hands to Ying Zheng with perfect etiquette and standard posture: "My lord, Master Fusu, please pay homage to your Majesty!"
Ying Zheng smiled and asked: "Why did my son find me?"
Ying Fusu drooped his hands, looked at Ying Zheng with his back straight, and said in a gentle but firm voice: "I heard that Lord Chang'an returned after a hard battle and gained his old place of Qi."
"I also heard that the king and all the important ministers talked all night long to resolve the issue."
"I have a little insight into the governance of Qi, and I would like to advise the king!"
Ying Fusu is devoted to the country and has sincere eyes.
But in Ying Zheng's view, Ying Fusu's advice has never been applicable to Da Qin, and it is all whims!
Ying Zheng could endure being physically and mentally exhausted to deal with government affairs for another day, but he really had no energy to deal with Ying Fusu's pedantic advice, no mood to understand what Ying Fusu was thinking, and no heart to train Ying Fusu on his path to success. The right path.
After all, Ying Zheng had never received education from Ying Yiren, and he didn't know what a normal father-son relationship was. He just studied with Lu Buwei and other masters, and what he gained was enough to govern the country.
Ying Zheng has found a better group of wives for Ying Fusu, and Ying Fusu has never suffered the misery of becoming a hostage of another country. If Ying Fusu cannot grow to the height of Ying Zheng under such circumstances, then under Ying Zheng It seems that Ying Fusu has nothing to cultivate.
There is only one son, and even if he is not a talented person, there are still more than ten or twenty sons waiting for him as alternatives.
Why waste his precious time?
Therefore, Ying Zheng walked towards the side hall without stopping and said casually: "I am short of people, sleepy, and have no time to receive advice. If my son is thoughtful, he can compile his advice into a memorial and give it to the minister."
"If my son has any questions, you can ask the masters and Mr. Liu."
Looking at Ying Zheng walking towards the side hall, the sincerity and hope in Ying Fusu's eyes froze.
Ying Fusu knew very well how diligent Ying Zheng was. Ever since Ying Fusu could remember, Ying Fusu had only known that Ying Zheng stayed up all night, but he had never seen Ying Zheng resting during the day, let alone heard of Ying Zheng sleeping during the day.
Now Ying Zheng said that he had to go to bed, so he had no time to listen to Ying Fusu's advice. Instead, he asked Ying Fusu to compile a memorial to give advice?
It’s not like Ying Fusu has never compiled memorials before, but Ying Zheng has read them several times!
Ying Fusu wanted to remonstrate again, but Ying Zheng had already walked into the side hall. Ying Fusu could only face the direction where Ying Zheng disappeared and bowed his hands: "Your Majesty, I obey!"
Walking backwards out of the imperial study, Ying Fusu looked up at the bright blue sky, with deep disappointment and confusion in his eyes.
All the masters said that this young master is the eldest son of the Qin Dynasty and has a great responsibility. He should be concerned about the country and the people, and he should be diligent in admonishing his father and the king to take the right path.
But in the eyes of my father, is my identity as the eldest son really important?
Looking at Ying Fusu's back, Meng Yi showed some thoughts in his eyes, and finally whispered: "The king and all the important ministers talked all night long, so they are naturally tired."
"Before leaving, Lord Chang'an asked the king firmly to rest after finishing the court meeting. The king has always written to Lord Chang'an, so he will agree."
Meng Yi seemed to have just made a simple narrative, but hope reappeared in Ying Fusu's eyes, and he happily bowed his hands to Meng Yi: "Thank you, General Meng Zhonglang!"
Then Ying Fusu picked up his lower clothes and quickened his pace, running quickly towards the gate of Xianyang Palace.
"Mr. Chang'an! Mr. Chang'an, wait a moment!"
Outside Xianyang Palace, Ying Chengyu, who had just paid a visit to the Queen Mother Huayang and was about to leave, heard someone calling and subconsciously turned his head to look back, and saw Ying Fusu running towards him.
He wanted to run faster, but he also wanted to maintain a dignified and polite posture, so his posture was quite weird.
When Ying Chengyu saw this, his brows furrowed imperceptibly, and he rushed towards Ying Fusu with a pinch on the horse's belly.
"Mr. Chang'an, don't ride horses in the important area of the palace gate!"
Upon seeing this, Ying Fusu kept reminding him, but Ying Chengyu's horse speed was even faster. He quickly rushed in front of Ying Fusu and shouted loudly: "Reach out your hand!"
Upon hearing the order, Ying Fusu subconsciously stretched out his right hand, and then felt his feet became empty and his body became light.
The vision in front of him suddenly changed, and when Ying Fusu came back to his senses, he was actually sitting in Ying Chengyu's arms, riding the same horse as Ying Chengyu!
Ying Fusu shouted more and more anxiously: "Mr. Chang'an!"
Ying Chengyu didn't even look at Ying Fusu, and shouted in a slightly cold voice: "Call uncle!"
While shouting and shouting, Ying Chengyu tugged on the reins, and the front hooves of the war horse flew up. He stopped abruptly at the entrance of the palace, then turned around and ran out of the palace.
Ying Fusu explained: "Master teaches me how to..."
Without giving Ying Fusu a chance to finish, Ying Chengyu lowered his head and looked at Ying Fusu and said, "If you call me uncle, I will treat you as my nephew. If you need anything, I will treat you as your uncle." You should respond. If you are rude, I, as an uncle, should also tolerate it."
"If you call me the Lord of Chang'an, I will treat you with the courtesy of meeting a young master. Now I will put you off your horse. Then you and I will greet each other. I will go back to my house and you will go back to the palace on your own. As for what you want to say What's the matter? It's just what a young master with no military exploits and no official position wants to do, and I don't even bother to listen."
Ying Fusu's heart was shaken, and he couldn't help but turned to look at Ying Chengxuan and asked: "A gentleman should be happy after hearing it. How can Lord Chang'an disdain to accept advice because of his different status?!"
Ying Chengyu curled his lips: "Who said that I am a gentleman? A gentleman is the son of the emperor."
"I am a young master and even a lord. I am actually the father of all gentlemen!"
"What should a gentleman do? What does it have to do with me?"
Is there anything wrong with what Ying Chengyu said? Nothing wrong.
Junzi was originally an identity title similar to that of prince and son, and was specifically used to address the son of a feudal lord.
But is there anything wrong with what Ying Chengyu said? Very wrong!
Although a gentleman can still be used to refer to the son of a lord, the meaning of a gentleman has been used to refer to people with good character and quality hundreds of years ago. Understand!
Ying Fusu's little face suddenly became tense: "Chang'an Lord, you are not taking things out of context!"
"Mr. Chang'an should know what I mean by a gentleman!"
Ying Chengyu looked down at Ying Fusu and asked in a serious tone: "I just took the words out of context, what can you do to me?"
"I am not a gentleman, so what do you do to me?"
"As a young master of the Qin Dynasty, do you only speak to gentlemen?!"
"Call your uncle or Lord Chang'an, it's your choice!"
As he spoke, Ying Cheng stopped his horse, clearly intending to kick Ying Fusu off the horse just as soon as Ying Fusu said the word "long"!
The situation was stronger than his own, so Ying Fusu could only cry with a grimace: "Uncle!"
Ying Chengqiao suddenly smiled. Although one hand still needed to hold the reins, the other hand reached out to Ying Fusu's little face, flattening and rounding Ying Fusu's face that still had baby fat.
Ying Fusu, who was almost drooled, shouted anxiously: "Uncle! This is not polite!"
"My nephew is almost a grown man. My uncle shouldn't treat his nephew like this!"
"Uncle! It hurts!"
It wasn't until Ying Fusu cried out in pain that Ying Chengyu finally withdrew his evil hand, but at the end he flicked Ying Fusu's forehead with his fingers and said with a smile: "Uncle Nai remembers that before Uncle Nai went to war, you already had some children. He was even willing to ride hogs with Liu Ji, and even more willing to take care of the hogs together with Liu Ji. At that time, my uncle felt very relieved. "
"Now that my uncle has returned home victoriously from the expedition, how come you, this little boy, have changed back to his former self?"
(End of chapter)