After being read by the First Emperor, I became the favorite of the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 16 Cuju
"That's natural. I'm watching the sky. He will definitely achieve great things in the future." Yun Jiao smiled and looked away, patting his shoulder, "I'm leaving, little Chang'an, I'm still warming the wine."

"……it is good."

Watching Yun Jiao's retreating figure, Chang An did not follow her immediately, but stared blankly at her back.

If... if he can also become an official, and he can serve the Qin State like these young men, will my sister look at him more?

As if she noticed something, Yun Jiao turned around and waved to him: "Little Chang'an, hurry up, hurry up, Fusu and the others will drink all the wine if you don't come."

Chang'an collected his thoughts and put a slight smile on his lips.

"coming."

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the shoulders of this thin young man, making his shadow grow diagonally.

At this moment, no one knew that this young man with a background as a eunuch would actually be able to make clouds and rain in Qin's political arena in the future.

But this is all for later.

Here, Fusu heard that Ying Zheng and Yun Jiao had appointed Meng Tian, ​​the eldest son of General Meng, as his companion. He was surprised at first, and then looked at Yun Jiao cautiously: "Sister, is he fierce? ?”

"Ah?" Yun Jiao was stunned, then suddenly smiled, "Why, are you afraid that if you don't practice martial arts well, he won't be able to beat you?"

Fusu coughed and looked away guiltily.

"The children of the Meng family have been nurtured by the family since childhood. They all have good conduct. Even if they are serious, they will not violate the rules of the monarch and his ministers. Don't worry, he won't beat you." Yun Jiao whispered in his ear.

Judging from Meng Tian's deeds in history, he would never say anything wrong when Fusu said something east. It was absolutely impossible for him to reprimand Fusu. He could only teach him verbally.

After hearing Yun Jiao's words, Fusu breathed a sigh of relief and reluctantly accepted the young man of the Meng family.

One day later, Meng Tian brought his luggage to the palace to meet Fusu.

Fusu sat at the top, looking at the young boy who was bowing to him in a proper manner. He felt a little at a loss and subconsciously looked at Yun Jiao, asking for help.

After all, although he practices etiquette, he treats others generously and never places too many demands on etiquette. Therefore, when someone salutes him in a serious manner, he can't handle it.

Yun Jiao laughed and turned her head to look at Meng Tian: "In the future, you don't need to perform such a ceremony in front of the eldest son."

Meng Tian was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes and said, "Here."

Because he had just arrived, Fusu hosted a banquet for Meng Tian. Seeing the young man sitting in his seat with a serious look and a mature look, Fusu thought he saw his father in his youth.

He couldn't help swallowing.

Next to him, Meng Tian, ​​who seemed to be staring intently, had been watching Fusu's every move with his peripheral vision. When he saw the flash of fear in his eyes, the young man's fists under his sleeves clenched slightly.

Does he... make His Highness scared?

His father didn’t teach him how to please His Highness.

In a place where others could not see, the young man also had a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Yun Jiao and Gan Luo, who were standing next to them, saw the micro-expressions of the two people and looked at each other for a moment. Yun Jiao pulled Gan Luo aside and said softly: "Bizhi, go and prepare something for me..."

Gan Luo nodded, stood up and left, and soon prepared what Yun Jiao wanted.

Yun Jiao had been tinkering for a long time and had no idea that there was a tall person standing behind her.

"What are Jiaojiao doing again?" Ying Zheng lowered his eyes, and Danfeng's eyes reflected the little girl who was working hard on the drums in front of him, and his cold face softened unconsciously.

"Playing football... Fuju. This cowhide is really hard... Huh? Your Majesty?" Yun Jiao seemed to have just noticed Ying Zheng, and subconsciously looked back.

Seeing that her face was all gray, Ying Zheng laughed, lifted up his robe and sat down, looking at the thing in her hand, his eyes flickering: "Cuju."

"That's right." Yun Jiao remembered that Cuju had been played during the Warring States Period, and looked at Ying Zheng, "Did the king play this when he was a child?"

"I've played." Ying Zheng nodded, as if he remembered something, "Jiaojiao doesn't have to do this. If you hurt your hand later, I have a Cuju over there. Ah Xiao, go and get it."

Ah Xiao bowed and left, and after a while he brought over an old-looking Cuju.Yun Jiao's eyes lit up when she saw this Cuju.

[The workmanship is so good. If this were dug up in modern times, it would be put on display several times. 】

[I can already imagine my ancestors playing with this when they were children. Woohoo, it must be very cute, but it’s a pity that I can’t see it. 】

A smile flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes: "Want to play with Fusu and the others?"

Yun Jiao nodded repeatedly, then suddenly came closer and winked at him: "As the so-called combination of work and rest... together, Your Majesty?"

[Quick, quick, quick, I want to watch my ancestors play Cuju! 】

[Hey, why does my ancestor's expression... seem to be gnashing his teeth? 】

Ying Zheng reached out and pinched Yun Jiao's face, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes: "Jiao Jiao of the Yun family, I am...not old at all."

Yun Jiao, whose face was ravaged by him, touched her nose.

[Why do I feel like my ancestors can hear my thoughts? 】

Ying Zheng let go of his hand and coughed: "Let's go."

"Aha."

"Combination of work and rest."

Yun Jiao's eyes lit up and she quickly followed.

On the other side, when they heard that Yun Jiao was going to play Cuju, Fu Su and Meng Tian's eyes lit up, and even Chang An couldn't help but look forward to it.

After all, we are all teenagers, who doesn’t like to play?

But when they saw Ying Zheng changing into riding clothes and coming over, they all opened their mouths.

Everyone thought: It’s getting fierce. It must be getting fierce. The king actually came to play Cuju!
Ying Zheng coughed and said with a calm expression: "It's rare that I have free time today. I should take a break or two without restraint."

When Yun Jiao, who was in the same camp as Ying Zheng, served, everyone came back to their senses.

Meng Tian took the lead and ran over to catch the ball. Fusu and Gan Luo looked at each other and ran over.

Chang'an looked at them, then at Yun Jiao and Ying Zheng, and silently changed sides.

Yun Jiao performed a roundhouse kick, and Cuju came in beautifully. She looked back at Ying Zheng and Chang An excitedly, and both of them gave Yun Jiao a thumbs up.

Here, Fusu smacked his tongue, turned to look at Meng Tian, ​​hesitated for a moment and then said: "Um... you will cooperate with me later..."

Meng Tian was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately.

Seeing this scene, Yun Jiao quietly pulled Ying Zheng's sleeve.

Ying Zheng bowed his head slightly: "What's the matter, Jiao Jiao?"

"Playing Cuju is used to promote the friendship between the young master and the eldest son of the Meng family. Your Majesty, let's put some water in the water later and let them..." Yun Jiao whispered in his ear.

The hot breath breathed out by the little girl swirled in his ears, making Ying Zheng's eyes darken slightly.

His Adam's apple rolled for a moment, and he responded in a low voice: "Okay."

Yun Jiao was startled.

[Hey, is this an illusion? My ancestor’s voice seems to have become a little hoarse. 】

Next to him, Chang An saw the interaction between the two and pursed his lips slightly.

(End of this chapter)