Daqin: White porridge and pickled mustard tuber, I became the national teacher

Xianyang Palace.

Fusu walked into the hall, bowed to Ying Zheng and said, "Father."

"Ah."

Ying Zheng responded indifferently and continued to look through the bamboo slips in his hand without raising his head.

Fusu didn't dare to ask and just stood there.

After waiting for a long time, Ying Zheng didn't speak.

He raised his eyes secretly and glanced at Ying Zheng in confusion, only to see that he seemed not to notice him.

He turned his head and looked at Meng Tian on the side, asking with his eyes.

Fusu: Father, are you really looking for me? Why aren't you talking?

Meng Tian: How would I know? Ask yourself.

Fusu: No, I dare not.

Meng Tian: Then you just wait.

Originally, Ying Zheng wanted to leave Fusu alone to learn his lesson.

But as he read the bamboo slips in his hand, he devoted himself to dealing with court affairs.

Forget the existence of Fusu and Meng Tian.

Until an hour later.

Ying Zheng put down the bamboo slips in his hand and was about to stretch.

When I looked up, I saw two people standing below.

Ok?

Fusu?

Meng Tian?

Why are they here?

Oh.

I remembered.

I asked them to come.

Ying Zheng stood up and walked slowly down.

"Fusu, do you know why I asked you to come here?"

what?

Fusu, who was daydreaming, was stunned when he suddenly heard Ying Zheng's question.

"Son.....Son, I don't know."

"What have you been doing these days?"

Ying Zheng asked, "How is the class?"

Fusu said quickly, "Father, I have been in the palace these days."

“Every day’s homework has been completed on time.”

He didn't say what he was doing in the palace.

He knew that Ying Zheng disliked Chunyu Yue and his group, and he also didn't like him getting too close to Chunyu Yue and his group.

I just didn't want to say it out loud, for fear of making Ying Zheng angry.

But just because he didn't say it doesn't mean Ying Zheng didn't know.

Looking at his eldest son in front of him, Ying Zheng frowned.

"Besides these, have you ever been sociable with that group of sour scholars?"

"Father...Father..."

Fusu was a little nervous, "My son, I was discussing academic matters with Dr. Chunyu Yue and others."

"you!"

Ying Zheng was furious, "You, you! What can I say about you?!"

"I told you not to have close contact with them, but you just wouldn't listen!"

"In terms of knowledge, literary talent, and strategy, there are many people who are better than them!"

"You don't go to those Confucian scholars, but instead go to Chunyu Yue and other sour Confucian scholars!"

"What on earth were you thinking?!"

"Son... your son..."

Fusu's head lowered lower and lower.

Ying Zheng waved his hands impatiently, "Alright, alright, stop talking."

"Early tomorrow morning, come out of the palace with me."

what?

Leaving the palace?

Fusu asked in confusion, "What are you going out of the palace for?"

"Take you to meet someone."

Ying Zheng said, "Sir, I guess you have heard about it too?"

"Yes, I have heard it."

It's just that he hasn't seen it.

He also didn't expect that his father would take him to meet this gentleman.

Ying Zheng really didn't want to say anything more to his silly son, so he spoke to Meng Tian who was standing beside him.

"Send him back, and hurry up to develop the brush."

"promise."

Meng Tian responded.

.............

Inn.

Ying Zheng brought Fusu and a team of Black Ice Guards to the inn.

Before he even entered the door, Ying Zheng called out, "Sir?"

Ok?

Qi Pan, who was in the room, heard the noise downstairs and opened the window.

Lean your head and look down.

"Hey? Bro! You're here!"

"Wait for me a moment, I'll be right down!"

After saying that, Qi Pan slammed the window, opened the door and ran downstairs.

Hehe, she just saw it.

My brother is holding a lunch box, there must be milk tea in it!

She has to go down quickly!

"Click rub rub."

As Qi Pan ran down the stairs, he saw Ying Zheng and his group walking in.

With a smile on her face, she walked quickly towards him.

"Hey, brother, come here, sit down."

As she spoke, she took the food box from Ying Zheng very naturally.

He said casually, "Just come, why bring so many things......"

Seeing her like this, Fusu, who was here for the first time, widened his eyes in shock!

This, this, this...is this the gentleman that my father mentioned?

Develop tables and chairs, tea sets, and tea pets.

There are also saddles, stirrups and horseshoes.

Mr. Paper and Brush?

Oh, that’s not right. The brush has not been developed yet, we just have the recipe.

This is not the point. The point is, this gentleman is so young?

He looks to be no more than 20 years old.

Is this the person who came to their Great Qin from the world two thousand years later?

Looks no different from them.

Same nose, mouth, eyes.

The difference is that this person's physique is too thin.

Even his head was estimated to be only up to his shoulders.

Ying Zheng walked to the table and sat down, "This is the milk tea I brought for you, sir."

He turned around again and spoke to the Black Ice Guards standing beside him.

"Take over the food boxes you are holding."

"promise."

Five or six Black Ice Guards came forward, each holding two food boxes in their hands.

Since one table couldn’t accommodate all the seats, Eleven moved another table over and put them together.

After putting down the food box, several Black Ice Guards retreated to one side.

Twelve swiftly brought the freshly brewed tea and poured a cup each for Qi Pan, Ying Zheng and Fusu.

Then he took a few steps back and stood with Eleven not far behind Qi Pan.

Ying Zheng opened one of the food boxes and pushed it in front of Qi Pan.

"Sir, take a look at which one you like and give it to me to try."

"I think these cakes and food are good, so I brought some for you."

"If there's anything you like, tell me and I'll bring you more next time."

"Okay."

Qi Pan stood up without any hesitation and opened the lids of several food boxes in front of him.

I picked a few of my favorites and tasted them.

"Well, this is good, sweet but not greasy."

"And this one, full of floral scent......"

After ordering a few, Qi Pan said, "I like all of these."

"Okay, I've written it down."

Ying Zheng nodded and wrote down several of Qi Pan's favorite cakes and foods.

After I prepare to return to the palace, I will ask the kitchen to develop more similar ones.

Maybe she would like it too.

Seeing Ying Zheng being so gentle and easy to talk to, Fusu, who was following beside him, was filled with surprise!

When did my father become so kind and gentle?

Isn't this gentleman being too indulgent?

But then I thought about the things that Qi Pan had developed and her identity.

Fusu no longer found it strange.

If he could be like this gentleman, his father would probably be more indulgent and doting on him.

With Ying Zheng's feeding, Qi Pan soon became full.

She pushed the empty lunch box aside, picked up the teacup and took a sip to moisten her throat.

Then he asked Ying Zheng, "Brother, what are you doing here today?"

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