General Qin

The residence of Marquis Wugong, in the spacious courtyard.

Han Xin ran and shouted.

"Che'er, stop chasing me. You can't catch me!"

Little Zhao Che, who was more than three years old, was chasing Han Xin with a small bamboo pole, trying to hit him with the bamboo pole in his hand.

"Don't run away. Surrender obediently. Stop and let me knock you!"

Xiao Zhaoche chuckled, his eyes full of excitement.

Han Xin rolled his eyes and turned around and said: "Okay, okay, I surrender! I surrender!"

Xiao Zhao Che's eyes narrowed with laughter. Seeing that Han Xin really stopped, he was about to step forward and knock Han Xin.

It was too late, but soon, Han Xin suddenly turned around and snatched the bamboo pole from Xiao Zhao Che's hand with a "swish" while he was unprepared.

Han Xin jumped back and made a mocking face at Xiao Zhao Che.

Xiao Zhaoche was dumbfounded, pointed at Han Xin and cursed: "Liar, you lied to me!"

"What does it mean to cheat? This is called fighting without getting tired of deception!"

"This is the art of war!"

Han Xin chuckled.

Xiao Zhaoche stared at him blankly, then sat down on the ground and cried loudly "Wow".

This time Han Xin was dumbfounded.

When he saw the wet nurse and maid who were watching from a distance coming over, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Cheer, stop crying. I will pay you back. Why don't you let me beat you?"

Xiao Zhaoche ignored him and just cried by himself.

The cry made Han Xin anxious, and he cursed himself in his heart: "Han Xin, Han Xin, the king asked you to come and play with the children, how can you still use war and deceit against a three-year-old child? You are really an idiot. Now, let's do this What should I do if my child cries?"

The more Han Xin thought about it, the more panicked he became. He threw away the bamboo pole in his hand and went to hug little Zhao Che, trying to comfort him.

Just when Han Xin was approaching and was about to bend down to hug him, Xiao Zhaoche's crying suddenly stopped and a sly smile appeared on his face. He suddenly jumped up and hit Han Xin's nose hard with his head.

"My mother!"

Han Xin cried out in pain, feeling like his nose was about to break.

Xiao Zhao Che, who had been crying just now, was now jumping up and down with laughter. He pointed at Han Xin with his little finger and imitated Han Xin's words in a sweet voice: "This is called a soldier who never tires of deceit!"

"Your military skills are not as good as mine!"

Han Xin covered his nose and was a little dazed. Is this three-year-old kid teaching me the art of war?

In a pavilion in the courtyard, Zhao Tuo stood with his hands behind his hands. He looked at Han Xin and Xiao Zhao Che chasing each other in the distance with a smile on his lips.

After Han Xin was brought back to Xianyang by him, he studied very seriously and showed strong comprehension ability.

Not only did he know the military books in the Wugong Hou Mansion by heart, but through Zhao Tuo's relationship, he often went to Zhuxia Shi Zhang Cang to copy some rare military books for study and verification.

In addition, Zhao Tuo taught him a lot of practical experience on the battlefield. Zhao Tuo estimated that if Han Xin was sent to the battlefield to lead the troops, his ability would definitely exceed that of most ordinary generals.

Since he was such a promising person, Zhao Tuo naturally wanted Han Xin to have more contact with his son so as to cultivate some feelings and tie Han Xin to his Zhao family.

"Han Xin's understanding of the art of war is very valuable, and it would be great if Cheer has been exposed to it since he was a child."

Zhao Tuo smiled.

The wife and daughter are resting in the house.

The son and his disciples were playing outside.

Days like this are happy.

In this ordinary happiness, butler Meng Zhong came to report.

"Your Majesty, the Prince's Mansion sent someone to deliver the greeting card."

Zhao Tuo opened the greeting card and looked at it, his face changed slightly.

"The prince is coming to visit tomorrow to visit the child."

…

The next day, the gate of Wugong Hou's mansion was opened wide, and Zhao Tuo went out to greet him personally, and welcomed Prince Fusu into the mansion.

"The prince is very happy to have a son, so that Da Qin can have heirs to continue. It is really a great joy."

Zhao Tuo led the way and congratulated the other party.

Fusu was wearing black clothes and looked refreshing. Since the Crown Princess became pregnant, his originally gloomy complexion has gotten better day by day, and even the dark circles under his eyes have disappeared. His speech is full of energy, showing the heroic and noble character of a prince of a country.

He smiled and said: "The king and the prince are all happy. Now the king and the prince are happy to have a daughter and enjoy the blessing of having children. Fusu is really envious."

Zhao Tuo said with a smile: "The prince does not need to be envious. When the emperor's eldest grandson is a little older, the prince can have another daughter."

Fusu's expression suddenly changed and he waved his hands hurriedly: "Forget it, now that the world has just reached peace, state affairs should still be our top priority."

Fusu's attitude made Zhao Tuo a little curious.

As the crown prince, Fusu's child would be raised and taken care of by someone special, and he wouldn't need to worry about it. Why does the prince seem to be resisting?

Fortunately, Xiao Zhao Che broke the awkward atmosphere at this time. He came jumping over and called "uncle" one after another, making Su Mei smile with joy.

"What a great Cheer. She's still so cute. Please let your uncle hug her."

Fusu stepped forward, picked up Zhao Che, and slapped him on the face.

"Uncle, your beard pricked me!"

Xiao Zhao Che muttered, then reached out to play with Fusu's beard, and even pulled out two of them.

Zhao Tuo's eyelids jumped at this scene.

He is such a brave child. When he was two years old, he called himself "I" in front of the First Emperor and other princes. When he was three years old, he actually dared to pull out the beard of the current prince. If he had grown up, what would happen to him? Come on.

Not only was Fusu not annoyed, but he said jokingly: "You pull out my beard now, and when you grow a beard in the future, I will pull it back too."

When Xiao Zhao Che heard this, he was so scared that he covered his chin, looked around, saw Zhao Tuo next to him, and whispered to Fusu: "Uncle, why don't you go and pluck my father's beard? His beard is too long."

"Hahaha……"

Fusu laughed loudly, turned to Zhao Tuo and said: "Junhou, you and Yinman really gave birth to a smart child, very filial. If my child can compare with Che'er in the future, I will Satisfied."

Zhao Tuo said modestly: "This kid Cheer is not obedient at all. The emperor's eldest grandson must be much better than him."

When little Zhao Che heard his father praising other people's children, he pouted angrily.

At this time, everyone had walked to the front of the house, took off their shoes, and went inside to visit.

"Brother."

Ying Yinman stayed on the bed and stepped forward to salute.

She was still in the "confinement" period and could not go out to be exposed to the wind, so she kept waiting in the house.

"Thanks a lot."

Fusu comforted his sister, said some words of congratulations, and then looked at the baby who was sleeping soundly on the couch.

In fact, it wasn't anything good to look at. The face of a baby just a few days old was still wrinkled, like a little old man.

Fusu praised a few words, and after talking with Zhao Tuo and Ying Yinman, he thought of his wife's instructions when she went out, and the rumors that had been ignored in the past few days.

He hesitated for a moment and said: "My son and the prince's daughter were born exactly six days apart, which is an auspicious number in the Qin Dynasty. I think they are a match made in heaven. What would the prince think if our two families could not get closer to each other?" "

Zhao Tuo frowned, Fusu really came here for this matter this time.

Something is wrong.

Based on Zhao Tuo's understanding of the prince Fusu, he is currently focused on the court and should not pay attention to this kind of marriage between children. Especially now that the child is mentioned about this matter after he is born, it is even more weird. .

Thinking of Ying Yinman's previous statement that Crown Princess Li had said similar words to her when she visited the Prince's Mansion, Zhao Tuo quickly contacted her.

"It turns out that the idea was to kill my daughter, Zhao Tuo, so that I could protect my son's status."

Zhao Tuo knew clearly that he was increasingly disdainful of this kind of marriage with political purposes.

He turned to look at Ying Yinman and saw that her face was slightly pale and she was looking at him.

Fortunately, Zhao Tuo taught Ying Yinman a lot of knowledge about the effects of inbreeding on future generations in advance, and pulled the other party into his camp.

Although Ying Yinman expressed doubts about this, Zhao Tuo had always been knowledgeable, giving her reason to believe it. Secondly, whether this matter is true or false, it left a seed in her heart. She is not afraid of ten thousand, just afraid of what happens. As a mother, she naturally does not want her daughter to give birth to a mentally retarded child.

Facing Fusu's inquiry, Ying Yinman fell silent, and Zhao Tuo could not politely decline by telling Fusu about genetic issues.

That would make people suspect that he was making excuses for his rejection, especially the Li family and the people behind him, Li Si, would definitely feel uncomfortable.

Zhao Tuo was well prepared for this and gave an impeccable reason: "What the prince said about getting married is very good, but the emperor's eldest grandson has a special status and the child has just been born. It is best for the prince not to think about it. . Otherwise, if the emperor has other ideas in the future and wants to personally marry the emperor's eldest grandson to another clan, it will be very bad for the prince and me."

Fusu was shocked.

Yes, his newly born son is not only his eldest son, but also the eldest grandson of the emperor of the empire, which inherently carries political significance.

It doesn’t mean that you can choose whichever house you want for him. What if the First Emperor becomes interested in the future or has other ideas and wants to personally choose a wife for the emperor’s eldest grandson?

He Fusu was just a prince, and he had an emperor above him.

"Thank you, Lord, for reminding me. Fusu was reckless and almost misheard the woman's words, which resulted in disaster. This matter should not be mentioned again."

After Fusu thought clearly, his body felt a little chilly, and he quickly stood up and bowed sincerely to Zhao Tuo to express his gratitude.

It was indeed Li’s idea!

Zhao Tuo's eyes flashed slightly, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

No matter what the other party planned, this time he not only openly rejected the other party's request for marriage, but even asked them to thank him.