Chapter 351: Hu Hai Wants His Father to Kill Zhao Gao
"Tell me."
The First Emperor stared at Zhao Gao, who was lying on the ground and trembling, with a fierce look on his face, and spoke gently to his young son.
"What happened?"
“Wuwuwuwu~”
Ying Hu Hai cried non-stop, hugged his father's neck tightly, and his tears wet the collar of the First Emperor.
"I ask you, is it related to Zhao Gao?"
Since the short-answer questions could not be answered, the First Emperor gave the eighteen princes a multiple-choice question.
He read a set of arguments in the messy essays written by his younger brother. He couldn't remember the principles very clearly, but he only remembered that it was a change in thinking mode and had miraculous effects.
"Um!"
The boy raised his head, his little face full of tears, and nodded continuously like a chick pecking at rice.
【It actually works. 】
The young son stopped crying and was able to answer, which made the First Emperor happy.
After only a moment, he was furious! Furious!
"Zhao Gao!"
His roar, the unrestrained rage, burned away the tears of Ying Hu Hai, who was standing so close to him.
The boy was so frightened that he dared not utter a word. He kept opening his mouth to relieve the rising air in his throat. He tightly closed his mouth and tried to suppress his body from shaking, but to no avail. He could only sob and choke.
The First Emperor picked up his frightened young son and stared at Zhao Gao with murderous intent in his eyes.
"How brave!"
Bang!
Zhao Gao did not make any excuses and kowtowed heavily to the ground.
"Gao is guilty!"
Zhang Han took a few steps forward and came in front of the First Emperor. The long sword at his waist was already half a foot out of its sheath. He stared at Zhao Gao intently to prevent Zhao Gao from doing something desperate and hurting the First Emperor.
The First Emperor finally noticed that his youngest son was frightened, so he put on a smiling face, supported his son's armpits with his arms, and lifted him up high.
"As long as the emperor is here, no one can hurt Hu Hai. Tell the emperor how Zhao Gao harmed you."
His father's concerned voice made Ying Hu Hai's tears, which he had been holding back, burst out again.
He cried and wiped his tears while complaining.
"Teacher, he always reads to me when I sleep. Hu Hai always has trouble sleeping and has a headache, very painful."
The First Emperor's expression was stiff, and the rage hidden in his eyes disappeared in an instant.
He glanced at Zhao Gao , whose forehead was resting on the ground, with a guilty conscience , and laughed dryly:
"Is that all?"
Zhang Han silently put the half-drawn sword back into the sheath.
If the First Emperor punished Zhao Gao for this reason, even he, his die-hard supporter, would feel that Zhao Gao was somewhat wronged.
[The Eighteenth Prince did not explain himself earlier, which only made Your Majesty angry. Alas, he is still a child after all. It is a great blessing for Heaven to have Zhao Gao as his teacher.]
When Ying Hu Hai heard his father's tone, he seemed not to care about the matter. His tears fell quickly and anxiously, and he knocked his head with his little fist.
"Father, Hu Hai's head hurts so much."
The First Emperor put his young son down with a smile, and rubbed his head with his big hands, while his internal energy flowed in very slowly from the Baihui point on the top of his head.
"Does it still hurt?"
"pain."
Ying Hu Hai nodded, his face turning a little red.
"But it's much better than before. When Father touched Hu Hai's head, Hu Hai didn't feel as much pain as before."
"Um."
The First Emperor turned his head and looked at Zhao Gao, who was kneeling on the ground and had never defended himself from beginning to end. He coughed slightly in embarrassment, and then said in a pretentious and majestic manner:
"Zhao Gao, you bullied Hu Hai, which is a heinous crime. I will punish you by not allowing you to return to Xianyang Palace for three days."
Three days of rest is a punishment.
"only."
Zhao Gao responded humbly, raised his head and said:
"Your Majesty, I will ask Xia Wuqie and Gai Nie to see the doctor."
Ever since Gai Nie killed a palace maid with a sword in Concubine Hu's palace last time, he has claimed to be sick and has been on leave until here.
Zhao Gao's concerned gaze made the First Emperor feel warm in his heart.
"No need. Since he is ill, let him remain ill."
Zhao Gao said firmly:
"Your Majesty, there must be someone beside you."
He looked at Zhang Han.
Zhang Han turned sideways, lowered his head and said softly:
"If your majesty does not summon Gai Nie back to the palace, please allow me to stay with your majesty day and night."
Zhang Han was the General of the Central Army and the leader of the Shadow Guard. He had a fixed job on weekdays, unlike Gai Nie and Zhao Gao, the two personal guards.
The First Emperor did not want to delay Zhang Han's work, so he sighed and said:
"Zhao Gao has a plan. Let's go find Xia Wuqie."
As the imperial physician of the dynasty, the contemporary leader of medical profession, and the descendant of Bian Que, there were few diseases that Xia Wuqi could not cure.
Xia Wuqi diagnosed that Gai Nie was not sick, so Gai Nie could not use the excuse of being sick. If he did not resign, he could only come to protect the First Emperor.
"only."
Zhao Gao's response was humble but also filled with genuine joy.
He stood up, bent his waist, and took small steps back out of the First Emperor's sight. He turned around, straightened his back, and walked out quickly, heading towards the Imperial Medical Bureau.
Zhao Gao, whose back was soaked with sweat, walked hurriedly, but his expression remained calm.
Inside Zhangtai Palace.
The First Emperor pondered over how to teach his young son.
He thought that the headache his youngest son complained about was an excuse for not wanting to study, because a certain boy always said that studying gave him a headache.
This misunderstanding was intentional by Zhao Gao.
He confessed his guilt without saying anything, and the First Emperor realized that he had misunderstood Zhao Gao. Although he did not admit his fault, he felt sorry in his heart.
Three days of rest will not completely offset this apology, and the remaining apology will turn into trust.
When Ying Hu Hai saw his teacher leave, he immediately quit.
Born in a royal family, although he is still a teenager, he can still distinguish between punishment and reward.
The punishments in the Xianyang Palace were caning, execution, and extermination of three clans. How could there be such a punishment as expulsion for three days?
"Father should execute Zhao Gao. Hu Hai's head hurts so much that it hurts like hell every time he goes to sleep."
[Too much fun…]
The First Emperor thought that his youngest son had grown up without any enlightenment and spent his days fighting insects, so he naturally attributed his speech to the fact that he did not want to study.
His face became calm, and he sat on the wooden bed, asking his young son to stand straight in front of him.
"Don't be ungrateful for what you have. It's hard to find a teacher like Zhao Gao. Don't be so playful. When I was your age, I could have recited the Book of Lord Shang."
The boy had a splitting headache, but he couldn't describe it.
He looked at his father with grievance, but years of neglect and the death of his biological mother made him dare not say anything more.
He didn't understand why his father, who had loved him so much recently, would say this and protect Zhao Gao, who was causing him such a headache.
He used to like playing with insects, but he hasn't played with them since his biological mother died. In his quest for shelter, he is really trying hard to learn.
If it were Ying Fusu, whether before entering the Da Zheng Palace or after leaving the Da Zheng Palace, he would have said with a firm face what was wrong with him.
But Ying Hu Hai didn't dare.
This little-known young man who had always been ignored suddenly became the new favorite of the Eighteenth Young Master in the Xianyang Palace. He really didn't dare.
[Uncle, where are you? They don’t care about Hu Hai. Hu Hai’s head really hurts. Please come and see Hu Hai…]
Ying Hu Hai grabbed his hair and hit his head.
The First Emperor's hands no longer transmitted his internal energy, and his head began to hurt severely again.
This behavior made the First Emperor think that his youngest son was pretending not to want to study, and his face immediately darkened.
Seeing his father's expression, Young Master Eighteen endured the headache, put his hands down, bit his lips and said:
"Father, Hu Hai is working hard to learn..."
“You will know whether you have learned it or not once you try it.”
The First Emperor pulled his young son to the table, took out the bamboo slips with the "Corvée Law" written on them, and pressed them in front of Ying Hu Hai with a "pa" sound.
"Tell me what is written on it."
The First Emperor, who wanted to educate his son and stop him from indulging in fun, was somewhat deliberately making things difficult for him.
Understanding the Yao Law is more difficult than memorizing it.
Although the characters we learned changed from the complicated and troublesome large seal characters to the easy-to-understand simplified characters.
But for Ying Hu Hai, who had just been enlightened, being able to read the Yao Law at this time was a normal level of intelligence. If he could recite it, his memory would be amazing. But if he could interpret the true meaning of the Yao Law, even the genius Qin Shi Huangdi himself could not do it.
The First Emperor never imagined that his youngest son could answer the question. He wanted to use this incident to teach his youngest son a lesson.
Ying Hu Hai endured the headache and tried to open his eyes wide, but the words on the bamboo slips were a little blurry in his eyes.
Zhao Gao's voice seemed to ring in his mind, the voice that gave him a splitting headache.
After the difficult-to-understand full text of the "Corvée Law", there is also an explanation of the "Corvée Law".
[If the imperial court delays the conscription of corvée labor, a fine of two jia will be imposed. If the conscription is delayed for three to five days, a reprimand will be imposed. If the conscription is delayed for six to ten days, a fine of one dong will be imposed. If the conscription is delayed for more than ten days, a fine of one jia will be imposed. If the number of conscripted people is sufficient, they should be sent to the place of service as soon as possible...]
"If the imperial court delays the conscription of corvée labor, a fine of two jia will be imposed. If the conscription is delayed for three to five days, a reprimand will be imposed. If the conscription is delayed for six to ten days, a fine of one guilder will be imposed. If the conscription is delayed for more than ten days, a fine of one jia will be imposed. If the number of conscripted personnel is sufficient, they should be sent to the place of service as soon as possible..."
In order to please his father, he repeated what Zhao Gao's voice said in his mind, although he did not know what most of it meant.
The headache helped him concentrate and hear the voices in his head more clearly.
The clear, pain-stricken boy's voice made the First Emperor open his eyes wide in surprise, his mouth opened wide, and his face was full of shock.
The difficult problem he had used to trouble his young son was unexpectedly solved.
"…If the estimate of the amount of work is not accurate, the same rules apply to the county. The estimate of the amount of work must be made by the Sikong and the craftsmen together, and the craftsmen alone cannot be asked to make the estimate. If the estimate is not accurate, the estimator will be punished according to law, and the number of people required to perform corvée will be calculated based on the actual situation."
Before he knew it, the young man had finished interpreting the entire "Corvée Law".
The moment the sound stopped, the First Emperor's eyes shone brightly.
Even if you let him interpret the "Corvée Law", he can't interpret it better than the youngest son!
He picked up his young son and laughed heartily.
"My son can actually understand the true meaning of the Yao Law? Hahahaha!"
This is genius!
"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"
Zhang Han, who was standing nearby, spoke sincerely, expressing his joy that the First Emperor had such an outstanding son.
The two happy people didn't notice that Ying Hu Hai, who was lifted up high, had a headache and was unhappy.
In other words, they discovered it, but they didn't care.
The emotions of children and younger generations have never been taken seriously by their parents and elders, and this has been the case for two thousand years.
They thought that Ying Hu Hai's headache was an excuse, an excuse for not wanting to study.
They believe that the truth is what they think it is.
Seeing his father so happy, Hu Hai, who felt extremely insecure, searched his mind for what Zhao Gao had said to him when he was sleeping a few days ago, and wanted his father to protect him.
"Hu Hai knows a lot more."
The First Emperor hugged his young son tightly, smiled happily, and said:
"Oh? What else does my son know?"
The memory of the past few days has faded a little. The voice of Zhao Gao in my mind is intermittent. The headache gets worse when he recalls it. Ying Hu Hai's face is pale and he repeats it haltingly.
"If a person has served in the army and deserves to be granted a title and reward, but has died before being granted a title, and his descendants are guilty and should be demoted according to the law, or if he himself should be demoted according to the law, he shall not be granted a title and reward. If a person has been granted a title but has not received a reward, and he has died or should be demoted according to the law, he shall still be granted a reward..."
This is part of the "Military Law".
"If a person who performs corvée labor in a capital city or lives in an official residence for official business borrows official utensils and the borrower dies, the person who performs corvée labor or his servant shall be held responsible, just as in the case of participating in garrison duty..."
This is part of the Industrial Law.
"In February, it is forbidden to cut wood in the mountains and forests, it is forbidden to block waterways, it is forbidden to burn grass as fertilizer before summer, it is forbidden to pick newly sprouted plants, or catch young animals and eggs..."
This is part of the "Law of the Field".
Due to his incomplete memory, Ying Hu Hai's speech patterns were very strange and unsystematic.
The previous sentence was still talking about the "Customs and Market Law", the next sentence became the "Gold and Cloth Law", and the next sentence became the "Establishment of Officials Law".
He repeated whatever he thought of. Eager to show off, the Eighteenth Young Master recited more than ten laws and regulations from the Qin Law and mixed them together.
If Li Si said this, the First Emperor would be furious. How can you, the former Chief Justice, hold on to your post?
But when it came from the mouth of a young boy who had just been enlightened, the First Emperor was overjoyed.
Being able to understand so many laws in such a short time, he is a genius among geniuses!
"Okay, okay, okay!"
The First Emperor said three "good" words in a row. His anger towards Xunzi and his apology to Zhao Gao, all his emotions were shattered by the genius performance of his youngest son. There was only joy in his mind and heart.
"Tell me what my son wants!"
The boy, who was very good at observing people's expressions, held a glimmer of hope in his heart and said:
"Hu Hai wants his father to kill Zhao Gao."
When the First Emperor heard this, he immediately frowned.
A good seedling is useless without a good teacher.
The outstanding performance of his youngest son made Zhao Gao's score in his heart rise sharply.
The young man tried his best to express himself using the voice of Zhao Gao in his head, wanting to kill Zhao Gao.
He didn't know that the better he performed, the safer Zhao Gao would be.
"You can be where you are today, all thanks to your teacher Zhao Gao! How can the Ying family repay kindness with enmity? Serve tea to your teacher in three days to apologize!"
The boy was desperate.
He covered his head, which was aching even more due to long thinking, and gasped for breath, his face becoming paler.
The First Emperor's heart was lifted.
He already felt guilty towards Shibazi, and when he saw how talented Shibazi was, he valued him even more.
"Does it really give you a headache?"
Ying Hu Hai pouted and nodded in grievance.
"Zhang Han, go to the Imperial Medical Bureau and ask the imperial physician to see you!"
Just as Zhang Han was about to accept the order and say "Yes", the First Emperor picked up his young son.
"I will go there myself!"
The First Emperor walked through the Xianyang Palace holding his young son. Lying in his father's arms, the young man's headache soon subsided and the color on his face quickly recovered, no longer thinking about Zhao Gao's words.
Imperial Medical Bureau.
A group of imperial doctors sat around Ying Hu Hai in a circle and diagnosed him one after another.
By the halfway point, Ying Hu Hai's head pain had gone, but the disease was still not diagnosed.
The boy who wanted to stop having headaches didn't want to experience that kind of pain again, so he continued to say that he had a headache.
