Chapter 51 How nice it would be if it was my child

Chapter 51 How nice it would be if it was my child

The reason why Zhao Yi asked this question.

Because he wanted to know from this why his scumbag father abandoned his mother.

He is now three and a half years old.

Four years ago, my mother, already showing signs of being pregnant, went to Shahe Village to take care of her baby.

So what is this scumbag dad busy doing?

That's why my mother is like this.

But Zhao Yi couldn't ask his scumbag father directly about this question.

Otherwise, the scumbag dad will definitely realize something.

Regarding Zhao Yi’s question.

Li Si was very confused.

Why does this kid want to know where His Majesty was and what he was doing four years ago?
Could it be that he really is the debt of love left by His Majesty?

But this is impossible.

If it is true that His Majesty left behind a debt of love, he should have sent someone to find it long ago.

How could Your Majesty let a prince live outside?

With the level of the secret guards, who can't they find?
And most importantly, the location is wrong.

Your Majesty was in the north at that time.

At that time, His Majesty was on an eastern tour, and the northern Xiongnu army suddenly invaded, and the defense line was about to be breached.

The situation is very dangerous. Once the defense line is breached, the Huns will be able to take a piece of the Qin territory.

So His Majesty decided to lead the army in person and bring his personal soldiers to support the border defenders.

In the end, they defeated the Huns and captured most of their army.

The Xiongnu were badly damaged, and the north was able to enjoy peace for several years, which also facilitated the construction of the Great Wall.

How should I answer this kid's question without exposing Your Majesty's identity?
Li Si pondered for a moment, then said, "Master Zhao was not in Shaqiu County at this time four years ago. He was in the north."

Sure enough, he was not in Shaqiu County, but had gone north.

"So what is he doing in the North?"

Li Si thought for a moment and then answered, "Because Mr. Zhao's business in the north was in big trouble, he went to the north to help stabilize his business."

Okay!

It turned out that he went to the North for business.

In other words, the scumbag father abandoned his mother for his business.

As a result, the mother had to run back to the village alone to take care of her baby.

You wait, scumbag dad.

I must avenge my mother!
Zhao Yi immediately decided that if his scumbag father abandoned his mother because of business.

Then if the rebellion succeeds in the future, even if my scumbag father can become emperor, he can only be an emperor in name only without power.

In the next few years, Zhao Yi will find a way to get his scumbag father to cooperate with some business aristocrats.

At that time, Zhao Yi will delegate some technology to those merchant nobles so that they can compete with their scumbag father.

The country that was finally established after the rebellion was also a constitutional monarchy.

National affairs are not decided by the emperor alone, but by parliament.

Making the scumbag father an emperor with no power is a good punishment.

He should have held supreme power, but now he does not.

"Okay, I understand. Now I'll tell you the second half of 'Viewing the Mountain'."

"The clouds grow in the breasts, and the returning birds enter the canthus."

"You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of all the small mountains."

After listening to it, Li Si was full of praise.

This poem is so well written.

It will truly be passed down through the ages.

If Your Majesty knew this poem, he would definitely grant an official position and reward to the person who wrote it.

After all, this poem is about Mount Tai!

Your Majesty's Fengshan Ceremony was specially performed on Mount Tai.

"Good poem! It is indeed a good poem."

"This poem is just as you said, it will be passed down through the ages."

"Zhao Yi, are you really going to give me this poem? Do you understand its value?" Li Si asked. Zhao Yi said indifferently, "Of course I understand. But it's just a poem. You can take it and sign your name to anyone."

Wow, I wonder how many people want to write this poem but can’t.

You, kid, can make it but you don't cherish it at all and you give it to me for a trade.

Is this what they mean by always wanting what you can't get, but not cherishing what you have?

Li Si planned to show off this poem "Viewing the Mountain" in front of the group of great scholars and satirize them after returning to Xianyang.

A three or four-year-old could compose this poem, so why can't you, a bunch of great scholars who keep muttering about the six arts of a gentleman, compose it?
"Let's stop here for today. We can continue when there's a chance."

After learning the information he wanted, Zhao Yi no longer wanted to continue talking to the county magistrate. There would definitely be another chance in the future anyway.

It would be better to go back and talk to Sister Yu Ji and Xiao Ling than to drink tea and chat with these two middle-aged men here.

On one side is a middle-aged man, and on the other side are the beautiful Sister Yu Ji and Xiao Ling.

No need to think about which one to choose.

Li Si actually wanted to continue communicating with Zhao Yi. After all, what this kid showed was not simple.

But he couldn't think of any good interface.

After all, this kid is more concerned about information about His Majesty.

Li Si didn't dare to reveal this.

"Okay, if you want to find me, you can send someone to the yamen." Li Si.

Li Shen will find someone to inform him when the time comes.

After Zhao Yi left.

The real county magistrate Li Kun sighed: "This child is so talented that he can easily compose such a poem. How wonderful it would be if he were my child."

I have this idea too, but it's not realistic.

"Don't think about these trivial things. If he sends someone to look for you, send someone to inform me immediately." Li Si reminded.

"I will, Lord Lee."

"Remember, what happened today and yesterday cannot be disclosed to anyone. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, His Majesty will hold you responsible," Li Si warned.

"I know."

When Zhao Yi returned to Yu Ji's room again, he was immediately given a warm hug by Yu Ji.

"Brother Zhao Yi, are you really willing to give me my body contract?" Yu Ji asked excitedly.

Originally, she thought that Zhao Yi would keep her indenture like Luo Yu did, and wait until she paid a high enough price to get it back in the future, or maybe she would never get it back.

However, Yu Ji felt that this result was nothing, because she could see that Zhao Yi was a kind person.

What's more, he has great talent.

This can be regarded as Yu Ji's most dreamed destination.

The only problem is that Zhao Yi is too young.

But I didn't expect that he would give the indenture directly to me.

"Miss, Brother Zhao Yi is almost out of breath." Xiaoling at the side reminded.

"what?"

When Yu Ji heard this, she immediately let go of Zhao Yi in her arms.

Zhao Yi, who was feeling suffocated by the softness of Yu Ji's chest, was finally able to breathe some fresh air.

Just now he seemed to see his mother greeting him.

But he really felt happy just now.

I didn’t expect that Yu Ji’s breasts were even more disabled than Xiao Ling’s. I can only say that the maid resembles her master.

Yu Ji, who was a little flustered, quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, brother Zhao Yi, I was too excited."

Zhao Yi, who was still savoring the feeling of being surrounded by softness, replied, "It's okay."

Yu Ji asked again: "Are you really going to give me the indenture?"

"real."

"Thank you, Zhao Yi." Yu Ji hugged Zhao Yi excitedly again, but this time she let go quickly.

Then Zhao Yi chatted with Yu Ji and Xiao Ling.

When Zhao Yi returned to the village, he was still thinking about the feeling of the facial cleanser he had used during the day...

On the other side, Ying Zheng received a report from the brothel.

So he started to read the stories written by Zhao Yi...

(End of this chapter)