Chapter 986 Staying up Late Is Harmful to Health, so I Choose to Stay up All Night! I Am Not a Gentleman, but I Am the Father of a Gentleman!

The torches in front of the Qilin Hall had been removed. A drunken soldier left the Xianyang Palace with the help of the eunuchs and returned to the military camp outside the city. Some of them staggered, holding the fine wine they had taken from the palace, and shouted that they wanted to find their comrades to drink and chat.

But the candlelight in the imperial study was lit all night.

Top talents with extremely high spirits gathered here to brainstorm, and a series of ingenious ideas that affected the world burst out one after another.

Until the bright sunlight outside the window overshadowed the candlelight, the court officials finally left one by one.

But they were not going there to rest, but to summon their subordinates as soon as possible, compile the many strategies discussed last night into a strategy, and mobilize the government offices in various places to follow orders as quickly as possible!

The door closed again. Facing the empty imperial study, Ying Zheng closed his eyes and ordered in a slightly tired voice: "Take the official documents to the side hall and prepare breakfast."

After saying that, Ying Zheng prepared to close his eyes and rest for a quarter of an hour as usual, and then he plunged into the intense work.

However, Wang Bo bowed and said softly: "Before Chang'an Jun left, I advised the king to sleep for three hours."

"The king agreed."

Ying Zheng frowned slightly and said: "Now it's bright, and it's really a sin for me to sleep for three hours."

"And the imperial physician said that sleeping late is harmful to the body. Instead of sleeping soundly now, it's better to sleep at night."

There are no electric lights in the Qin Dynasty, and the daytime with plenty of light is precious.

Sleeping soundly for three hours in the sunny daytime, Ying Zheng felt that this was tantamount to committing a crime!

And staying up late does hurt the body, so it is reasonable for me to choose to stay up all night!

Wang Bo bowed again and said calmly: "In this case, I will go to Chang'an Jun's mansion after my shift and inform Chang'an Jun of this matter."

Wang Bo's words were extremely outrageous!

Because this was not as simple as saying that if Ying Zheng didn't sleep well, Wang Bo would go to Ying Chengjiao to complain.

This not only reversed the relationship between Ying Zheng and Ying Chengjiao, but also highlighted Wang Bo's willingness to disobey Ying Zheng for Ying Chengjiao's orders.

If it were an ordinary king, Wang Bo's words alone would be enough to label Wang Bo as untrustworthy and hide Wang Bo from then on.

But Wang Bo still said it.

Ying Zheng opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with displeasure, and he said in an inexplicable voice: "Lord Wang is a loyal man."

Wang Bo said sincerely: "I am loyal to the king."

"Although Chang'an Jun said that the king has a long life, he also said that a good sleep can help the king live longer."

"I think that governing a country should first govern the body."

"The king lives forever, and the Qin Dynasty can be invincible in the world!"

"The king has a long life, and the minister can follow the king's footsteps!"

Looking at Wang Bo, who lowered his head, respectful but not fearful, the displeasure on Ying Zheng's face disappeared, replaced by a light smile and helplessness: "Forget it!"

"Don't order breakfast yet, order the food to prepare a bowl of soothing soup, and order the imperial physician Xia Wu to massage me to relieve my fatigue."

"I will go to the side hall to rest for a while."

What bad intentions can the king's younger brother and his subordinates have?

I just hope that I can sleep well and live a few more years.

Wang Bo was overjoyed and bowed: "Your Majesty is wise!"

Ying Zheng stood up, stretched his aching back, and wanted to go to the side hall.

But the minister's voice came from outside the door: "Prince Fusu, I want to see the king!"

Ying Zheng said casually: "Send!"

The door opened, and Ying Fusu, who was already eleven years old, tall and slender, and had a faint appearance of a jade gentleman, stepped into the imperial study with a standard square step, and bowed to Ying Zheng with full etiquette and standard posture: "Your Highness, I am Prince Fusu, and I pay my respects to the king!"

Ying Zheng smiled and asked: "My son, why are you looking for me?"

Ying Fusu lowered his hands, looked at Ying Zheng with his back straight, and spoke in a gentle and firm voice: "I heard that Chang'an Jun returned from a hard battle and got the land of the old Qi."

"I also heard that the king and other important ministers talked all night about governing the old Qi."

"As for governing the old Qi, I have some superficial ideas, and I want to advise the king!"

Ying Fusu was devoted to the country, and his eyes were sincere.

But in Ying Zheng's view, Ying Fusu's advice has never been applicable to the Qin Dynasty, and it is all fantasy!

Ying Zheng could endure the exhaustion and deal with government affairs for another day, but he really didn't have the energy to deal with Ying Fusu's pedantic advice, nor did he have the mood to understand Ying Fusu's thoughts, let alone train Ying Fusu to take the right path.

After all, Ying Zheng had never received Ying Yiren's education, and didn't know what a normal father-son relationship was. He just learned from Lu Buwei and a group of teachers, and what he learned was enough to govern the country.

Ying Zheng found a more outstanding group of teachers for Ying Fusu, and Ying Fusu had never suffered the misery of being a hostage in another country. If Ying Fusu couldn't grow to Ying Zheng's level under this situation, then in Ying Zheng's view, Ying Fusu had nothing to cultivate.

It was just a son. Even if he was not talented, there were still more than a dozen sons waiting behind as backup.

Why waste his precious time?

Therefore, Ying Zheng walked towards the side hall without stopping, and said casually: "I am tired and about to sleep, and I have no time to accept advice. If my son has something to think about, he can organize his advice into a memorial and submit it to the Minister."

"If my son has any questions, he 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 hard Ying Zheng worked. Since Ying Fusu could remember, Ying Fusu only knew that Ying Zheng stayed up all night, but never saw Ying Zheng resting during the day, let alone hearing that Ying Zheng would sleep 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 entered 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 the 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 a letter to Lord Chang'an, so he will agree to it."

Meng Yi seemed to have just made a simple narrative, but hope reappeared in Ying Fusu's eyes. He happily bowed his hand to Meng Yi and said, "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, please 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.

"Chang'an Lord, please don't ride your horse in the important area of ​​the palace gate!"

Upon seeing this, Ying Fusu kept reminding him, but Ying Chengyu's horse speed was greatly increased. He quickly rushed in front of Ying Fusu and shouted loudly: "Hand 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: "Chang'an Lord!"

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, teach 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 accordingly. If you are rude in any way, I, as your uncle, will 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 the wish of a young master with no military exploits and no official position, and I don't even bother to listen."

Ying Fusu's heart was shaken, and he couldn't help turning his head 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 Chengqiao curled his lips: "Who said that I am a gentleman? A gentleman is the son of the emperor."

"I am a young master, and I am also a title 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 lost its composure: "Chang'an Lord, you are not taking the words out of context!"

"Mr. Chang'an should know what I mean by a gentleman!"

Ying Chengqiao 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 can you do to me?"

"As a young master of the Qin Dynasty, do you only talk 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 the word "long" came out of Ying Fusu's mouth!

The situation was stronger than his own, so Ying Fusu could only cry with a grimace: "Uncle!"

Ying Chengqiao suddenly smiled. Although he still needed to hold the reins with one hand, 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 gone on a triumphant expedition, how come you, this little boy, have changed back to his former self?"