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

Several men dressed as Confucian scholars quickly dispersed and went to inquire for news.

The remaining Confucian scholars followed Chunyu Yue silently.

Here, Fusu looked at the messy hall.

He frowned and said to the palace attendant beside him, "Pack all these things up."

"They are no longer allowed to enter the warehouse or the ice cellar."

"They are not allowed to touch anything inside without my permission!"

"Yes!"

The palace attendant asked again, "Sir... if Doctor Chunyu and the others come in the future, will you stop them?"

Fusu thought for a moment and said, "No need."

"If they come to see me, let them wait in the hall."

"Just treat them as normal guests. No need to make any special arrangements."

After that, he warned again, "Don't let them touch anything in the palace anymore."

"Yes! Young Master!"

The palace servant in charge responded excitedly!

The eldest son should have done this a long time ago!

He quickly called a few palace servants to clear the tea cups, deer leg bones, and some fruits and food on the table.

Fusu turned around and went to the study.

After Chunyu Yue returned to his mansion, he went straight to the study with several Confucian scholars behind him.

A servant brought tea and then left.

Chunyu Yue and several Confucian scholars sat on chairs.

No one said anything for a moment.

Until a Confucian scholar who went to inquire about the news came back and opened the door of the study.

This broke the silence in the house.

After Ding Zhi entered the house, he quickly closed the door and strode towards Chunyu Yue.

"Doc! Found it!"

Oh?

Found it?!

Chun Yuyue stood up and said, "Hurry up and tell me!"

Ding Zhi said, "The eldest son left the palace today!"

what?

Out of the palace?

Chun Yuyue asked doubtfully, "Didn't the eldest son go to the palace to see His Majesty today?"

He went to Fusu's palace early in the morning and heard from the palace servant that Fusu had gone out before dawn.

Go find His Majesty.

Ding Zhi said, "The eldest son followed His Majesty out of the palace."

what?

Following His Majesty out of the palace? ?

"Can you see clearly? Where did they go?"

this.......

Ding Zhi shook his head. "I don't know about that."

"I only found out that the eldest son and His Majesty left the palace this morning."

"As for where he went... we haven't found out yet."

Chunyu Yue frowned and kept thinking about what had happened in Xianyang and the palace during this period.

After slowly piecing the pieces together, I had some guesses in my mind.

Could it be...

Are you going to the inn to meet that gentleman?

Chunyu Yue couldn't help but wonder, who on earth was this gentleman?

Why did Fusu's temperament change drastically after he came back from a visit to the inn?

And drove them away without any mercy?

It seems that he has to find a way to meet this gentleman!

Test his bottom line.

in the palace.

Meng Yi presented the list to Ying Zheng.

"Your Majesty, I have already made a list of the personnel and supplies needed for this trip."

"Once you review and approve it, I will immediately lead people to plant cassava."

"it is good."

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes and looked at the list in his hand, but after a moment, he wrote a comment.

"I'm sure."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Ying Zheng handed the list in his hand to Xia Lin who was standing beside him.

Xia Lin took it with both hands and handed it to Meng Yi.

Ying Zheng looked at Meng Yi and said, "In one hour, I will have someone deliver the required manpower and supplies to your residence."

"I hope you will take good care of yourself during this trip."

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty. I will live up to your expectations!"

Meng Yi lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

That night.

Meng Yi led a group of more than thirty people and left Xianyang under the cover of night.

Embark on a journey to find a suitable land for growing cassava.

the next day.

Just finished the morning court.

Meng Tian rushed in hurriedly!

"His Majesty!"

When he saw that Xia Lin and Wang Wan were also there, he immediately stopped talking.

He swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Ying Zheng looked at Meng Tian, ​​who looked anxious, with confusion, "What's the matter?"

Meng Tian looked at Wang Wan and then at Xia Lin.

He was shy and hesitant and said nothing.

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows and said to Xia Lin and Wang Wan, "You go out first."

"promise."

Xia Lin bowed his head and replied, then walked out of the hall.

Wang Wan also put down the bamboo slips in his hand, bowed to Ying Zheng, and walked out.

Ying Zheng looked at Meng Tian, ​​"Okay, now that no one is around, can you speak now?"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Meng Tian didn't know how to start for a moment.

He tossed and turned last night, thinking all night.

He waited until early this morning, and as soon as the court was over, he couldn't wait to follow.

He looked at Ying Zheng's expression and asked tentatively.

"Your Majesty, did you bring the eldest son to the inn to see the gentleman yesterday?"

"Yes."

Ying Zheng nodded, "What's wrong?"

"What else did the gentleman say? About you in history..."

Ying Zheng was stunned, and continued with Meng Tian's words.

"You said I can only live to forty-nine?"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty."

Meng Tian was shocked and said, "Did the gentleman really say that?!"

He thought Fusu was deceiving him!

"Yes."

Ying Zheng didn't care about this at all, and was even quite calm!

From the initial shock to the current indifference.

He transformed very smoothly.

There are still seventeen years, enough time for him to do a lot of things.

Meng Tian's eyes instantly turned red.

"No! Your Majesty! How is this possible?!"

"You are in such good health, without any illness or disaster, how could you only live to forty-nine?!"

"Is it...is it that the history book is wrong?"

"Please ask that gentleman more! Let her think about it carefully!"

"Meng Qing, calm down."

Ying Zheng said in a gentle tone, "I knew about this the first day I met you, sir."

"I learned from you at that time that I could only live to be forty-nine."

"I couldn't believe it either, and I doubted it."

"But in the end, it was confirmed that everything the gentleman said was true, and it was verified one by one."

"I believe what you said, sir. I also believe what history records that my life span is only forty-nine."

"I have no resentment, nor am I afraid."

"His Majesty........"

Meng Tian couldn't help but take a step forward and stared at Ying Zheng blankly.

He has a lot to say, but he doesn't know how to say it?

Where to start?

Ying Zheng walked slowly to Meng Tian, ​​stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry, my Lord. Perhaps I will not die at the age of forty-nine as recorded in history?"

Ok?

what?

Your Majesty said, perhaps he did not die at the age of forty-nine as recorded in history?

Meng Tian was stunned for a moment.

"Your Majesty, what do you mean?"

Ying Zheng said, "In the history of Qin State, there has never been a person like you."

Yes!

The Qin State recorded in history does not include anyone from two thousand years later!