In the evening.
The sunset dyed the distant sky red.
In the Grand View Garden, two empty rocking chairs were rocking back and forth.
A gentle breeze blew, causing the pear blossom tree to rustle.
It was quiet and beautiful everywhere.
Under the eaves.
Yao Mei 'er pulled Ying Changan to the pillar and was measuring his height seriously.
"Young Master is right, it is indeed a little high.”
She held a dagger in her hand and measured Ying Changan's height. She left a mark on the red pillar.
"Of course."
Ying Changan raised his head and looked at Yao Mei 'er who was much taller than him. He said proudly,""In another two or three years, I'll be as tall as you.”
"Hehehe!"
Yao Mei 'er covered her mouth and giggled.”
"It's okay. I'll just hug you when the time comes.”
Ying Changan grinned.
His smile was filled with the innocence of a child.
Yao Mei 'er was stunned for a moment. She twisted her slim waist and walked out of the courtyard, saying softly,""When that time comes, who knows who Young Master will be carrying in his arms.”
"Who else can I hug?"
Ying Changan shrugged his shoulders and also came to the courtyard. He said indifferently,"Haven't you heard? My father canceled my marriage with Princess Changle of the Tang Empire.”
"I don't have a fiancée."
After saying that.
He walked to the pear tree and sat down on his children's rocking chair.
Yao Mei 'er also walked over and sat on her rocking chair.
She crossed her slender legs and teased,"A delicate wife is gone just like that. Does Young Master not feel regret?"
"Regret what?"
Ying Changan swayed rhythmically with the rocking chair and said indifferently,""You alone are enough for me to suffer.”
After teasing Yao Mei 'er for being funny last time…
Ying Changan finally understood one thing.
A woman's heart was the most poisonous!
He only wanted to grow up naively and romantically. What was wrong with him?
Yao Mei 'er was sitting in a rocking chair, her hands elegantly resting on her legs.
He looked up at the boundless sunset.
Her bright red lips curled into a beautiful smile.
"You're such a liar."
At this moment.
In the square in front of Xianyang Palace.
Facing the sunset, Ying Zheng walked alone in the square with his hands behind his back.
He did not seem to be in the mood to appreciate the scenery. He just lowered his head and frowned.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
After walking a few steps, Ying Zheng suddenly started coughing violently.
He stopped and sighed. I don't know if I can hold on until the brat grows up.”
Recently.
Ying Zheng felt a little weak.
Neither the imperial physician nor Xu Fu had any good ideas.
In the past, he was afraid of the passage of time.
However, he was not afraid of death; he was only afraid that Great Qin's territory would be destroyed because of his departure.
The current Ying Zheng was also very afraid.
However, it was different.
In the past, he was worried as an emperor.
As a father, he was reluctant to part with her.
Ying Zheng wished that he could live a little longer, so that he could watch that little fellow grow up bit by bit.
People.
As long as he was alive, there would always be reluctance.
That kind of feeling was called love.
Unknowingly.
Ying Zheng had already left the square in front of the palace and arrived at an alley of moderate width.
On both sides were tall mansions.
When he reached the end, he seemed to have discovered something and suddenly raised his head.
What greeted his eyes was a garden with three big words written on it.
Grand View Garden.
"Isn't this Little Nineteen's residence?”
Ying Zheng murmured with a smile.
Only then did he realize that he had never come to visit his youngest son.
This was understandable.
As the one emperor in history, Ying Zheng had to deal with a myriad of matters every day.
There were countless memorials to be marked, so how could he have the time to visit his son?
Besides...
There were so many princes and princesses, how could he possibly look at them?
"Alright, let's go in and take a look."
After that, Ying Zheng pushed open the door and entered.
As soon as he entered the garden, he smelled a strange fragrance.
This smell was like a combination of fresh flowers, fine wine, and delicious food. It was extremely pleasant.
Ying Zheng found it strange and continued to walk inside.
When he arrived at the courtyard, he was surprised to find that under the pear blossom tree, Ying Changan was leisurely enjoying the time on a child's rocking chair.
The rocking chair next to him was empty.
Smoke rose from the kitchen chimneys.
Yao Mei 'er had already gone to prepare dinner for her little prince.
"Stinky brat, you really know how to enjoy yourself."
Ying Zheng scolded with a smile, then walked towards the pear tree.
When he arrived under the tree, he saw that Ying Changan had already fallen asleep.
On the small stool beside him, there was a pot of tea and a pot of wine.
The fragrance of tea and wine gradually spread, causing one's mind to ripple.
"Hmm?"
Ying Zheng fixed his gaze on the stool, then picked up the jug of wine and sniffed it.
"What fragrant wine!"
His eyes lit up. He found a clean glass on the stool, filled it up, and drank it in one gulp.
Instantly.
Ying Zheng felt a warm current flowing through his body, as if a special energy was nourishing his dry life.
"Is there something strange about this wine?"
He looked at the wine glass in surprise.
At this moment.
A clear child's voice suddenly sounded in his ear.
"Imperial Father, isn't it inappropriate for you to sneak into someone else's house to steal wine?”
Ying Zheng's hand, which was holding the wine cup, suddenly trembled. He turned around and saw a smiling face that deserved a beating.
"Brat, what are you saying about your Imperial Father? What's wrong with drinking a mouthful of your wine?"
Ying Zheng pretended to be calm and put the wine back on the stone bench.
His movements were smooth and fluid, and his face did not turn red.
Ying Changan couldn't help but sigh."As expected of Imperial Father!"
To be able to steal wine so calmly, who else could do it other than the One Emperor of the Ancient Era?
"Alright, let's go."
Ying Zheng felt that his dignified image in his son's heart had suffered a blow, so he turned around and prepared to leave.
"Imperial Father, since you're already here, why don't you sit a little longer?”
Ying Changan jumped down from the rocking chair, took Ying Zheng's hand, turned to the kitchen and shouted,""Ling 'er, get me another rocking chair.”
"I understand."
Yao Mei 'er walked out of the kitchen. When she saw Ying Zheng, she hurriedly bowed.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
"There's no need to be so polite.”
Ying Zheng waved his hand casually.
"Yes."
Yao Mei 'er nodded. She turned around and moved a rocking chair from the room, placing it under the pear blossom tree.
"Alright, then zhen will sit here for a while.”
Ying Zheng nodded proudly, then sat down on the rocking chair beside him.
As soon as he sat down, he felt the uniqueness of the rocking chair.
The curve of the back of the chair matched his waist perfectly.
The rocking chair was neither too hard nor too soft. After sitting on it, he felt as if he was sinking into it.
It was extremely comfortable.
It was as if all the lazy worms in his body were about to be hooked out.
"Zhen was wrong. You enjoy life more than Zhen imagined.”
Lying on the rocking chair, Ying Zheng was rocking back and forth with the rhythm of the rocking chair.
His entire body relaxed.
Even his usually tense nerves had calmed down a little.
"It's alright. Isn't Imperial Father working so hard just to let us live a better life?”
Ying Changan replied lazily as he rocked his rocking chair.
Hearing this, Ying Zheng did not get angry. Instead, he showed a knowing smile.
The sun was setting.
The pear trees in the courtyard rustled.
Ying Zheng and Ying Chang 'an, father and son, were lying quietly on rocking chairs, enjoying the few moments of father-son affection.
Looking at the red sun that was gradually setting in the horizon and the sunset glow that filled the sky, Ying Zheng suddenly felt a sense of comfort that he had never felt before.
The life of this one emperor of the ages had been a magnificent one.
From birth, she was a hostage.
After that, he went through many hardships and dangers before returning to the Qin country.
Then, he went from a Prince to the King of Great Qin, and finally to the First Emperor of the world.
Ying Zheng had been running on the road all his life, and he had never stopped for a moment.
Just like that, he quietly lay on the rocking chair and watched the sunset with his favorite son. It was one of the few pleasures he had.
"Imperial Father, since I have nothing to do, why don't I tell you a joke?”
Just as Ying Zheng was immersed in this warmth, Ying Chang 'an's childish voice rang in his ears.
"I won't listen."
Ying Zheng refused straightforwardly.
He had always been domineering and dignified.
Wouldn't listening to a joke lower his status?
However, Ying Changan didn't mind. He grinned and started talking.
It was the privilege of children!
Choose!
Ying Zheng was speechless.
"He said that there was a county magistrate who had a disaster there. The imperial envoy was about to rush there and prepare to transfer food to relieve the disaster.”
"When the county magistrate heard of this, he mobilized the county government's accounts office overnight to prepare to count the grain in the treasury.”
"As for the county magistrate himself, he set up a table in the treasury, drank some wine, and ate pickled vegetables and tofu.”
"As he ate, he reminded the accountant beside him,
"I say, Old Song, you have to dial it properly! You can't be wrong. The counting plate is the smallest. It's bigger than my head. You have to remember that you're poking my head.”
"The accountant who was playing with his abacus at the side said with a smile,"Don't worry, my lord. I've been dumbfounded for a long time."”
A gentle breeze blew past.
Ying Changan's voice stopped abruptly.
Under the pear blossom tree, there was a moment of silence.
……
……
"Puff!"
"Hahaha!"
Ying Zheng came back to his senses, and could not hold it in any longer as he burst out laughing on the spot.
The county magistrate asked the accountant to settle the accounts, but the accountant was dumbfounded.
Wouldn't that be taking the county magistrate's life?
When he thought about how the county magistrate would react after hearing this, Ying Zheng laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes.
The classic joke was the most afraid of aftertaste. The more you reminisce, the more you laugh.
At this moment, Ying Zheng felt the same way.
But at this moment.
Something unexpected happened.
Ying Zheng opened his mouth wide and laughed out loud.
Ying Changan quickly jumped down from the rocking chair, ran to Ying Zheng, and took out a pill from his sleeve.
Aim and fire!
Hit!
Her movements were beautiful and smooth. It was not a problem for her to score a 9.
"Gulp!"
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Before Ying Zheng could react, he swallowed the pill directly, and then choked on it, coughing.
His face was red, and tears were flowing from the corners of his eyes.
He looked at Ying Changan with an extremely complicated gaze.
"Unfilial son!"
A roar filled with the majesty of an emperor echoed in every corner of the courtyard like a dragon's roar.
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