"Tell me."

The First Emperor stared at Zhao Gao, who was lying on the ground and shivering with a frown on his face, and spoke to his youngest son with gentle words.

"What happened?"

"Woooooooooo~"

Ying Huhai cried non-stop, hugging his father's neck with all his strength, and wet the collar of the First Emperor's clothes with his tears.

"I ask you, is it related to Zhao Gao?"

Unable to answer the short-answer questions, the First Emperor gave the eighteenth son a multiple-choice question.

He read that among the messy essays written by his brother, there was such a set of discussions. He couldn't remember the principle clearly. He only remembered that it was a change in thinking mode and had miraculous effects.

"Um!"

The young man raised his head, his face full of tears, and nodded constantly, like a chicken pecking at rice.

[It’s really useful.]

The youngest son no longer cried incessantly and could answer questions, which made the First Emperor feel happy.

Only a moment later, he was furious! Furious!

"Zhao Gao!"

His roar, with no suppressed anger, burned away the tears of Ying Huhai who was so close to him.

The young man was so frightened that he dared not say a word. There was a rising air in his throat and he had to open his mouth to relieve it. He closed his mouth tightly and tried to suppress his body from shaking, but to no avail, he could only choke and choke.

The First Emperor picked up his frightened young son and stared at Zhao Gao with murderous intent in his eyes.

"How brave!"

Bang~

Zhao Gao did not make any excuse and kowtowed heavily to the ground.

"High guilty!"

Zhang Han took a few steps forward to stand in front of the First Emperor. The long sword at his waist was already half a foot out of its sheath. He was keeping an eye on Zhao Gao with all his attention to prevent Zhao Gao from jumping over the wall and injuring the First Emperor.

The First Emperor finally noticed that his youngest son was frightened, so he put on a smiling face, held his armpits on both sides of his arms, and lifted his son up high.

"With Father here, no one can hurt Hu Hai. Tell Father how Zhao Gao could harm you."

His father's concerned voice made Ying Huhai hold back tears bursting again.

He cried and complained while wiping his tears.

"Teacher, he always studies when I'm sleeping. Hu Hai can't sleep well every time. His head hurts all the time, it's very painful."

The First Emperor looked stiff, and most of the anger hidden in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

He glanced at Zhao Gao who had his forehead on the ground with a slight guilt, and said with a dry smile:

"Is that all?"

Zhang Han silently inserted the half-handed sword back into its sheath.

If the First Emperor punished Zhao Gao for this reason, even he, a die-hard loyalist, would feel that Zhao Gao was a little unjust.

[The Eighteenth Young Master did not make it clear earlier, which only made His Majesty angry. Alas, he is still a child after all. It is a great blessing that Zhao Gao is his teacher.]

When Ying Huhai heard his father's words, he didn't seem to think anything of the matter. He burst into tears quickly and hit his head with his fist.

"Father, Hu Hai's head really hurts."

The First Emperor smiled and put his young son down, touched his head with his big hands and rubbed it non-stop. The internal energy flowed in very slowly from the Baihui point of Tianling Gai.

"Does it still hurt?"

"pain."

Ying Huhai nodded, his face turning a little red.

"But it's much better than before. When my father touched Hu Hai's head, Hu Hai didn't feel as much pain as before."

"Um."

The First Emperor turned to look at Zhao Gao, who was kneeling on the ground and never defended himself. He coughed slightly in embarrassment, and then pretended to be dignified:

"Zhao Gao, you have committed a heinous crime by bullying Hu Hai. I will punish you by not being allowed to return to Xianyang Palace for three days."

Three days' rest is punishment.

"only."

Zhao Gao humbly responded, raised his head, and said:

"Your Majesty, I am going to ask Xia Wuji and Gai Nie for consultation."

Since the last time when Gai Nie killed the palace maid with a sword in Concubine Hu's palace, he said that he was ill and had stopped sleeping here.

Zhao Gao's concerned gaze made the First Emperor feel warm in his heart.

"No need, since he is sick, let him continue to be sick."

Zhao Gao said firmly:

"Your Majesty, there must be no one around you."

He looked at Zhang Han with his eyes.

Zhang Han turned sideways, lowered his head and said softly:

"If Your Majesty does not summon Gai Nie back to the palace, please allow me to stay with Your Majesty day and night."

Zhang Han is Zhonglang General and the leader of the Shadow Secret Guard. He has a fixed job during the day, which is different from the two personal guards Gai Nie and Zhao Gao.

The First Emperor didn't want to delay Zhang Han's work, so he sighed and said:

"Zhao Gao is interested. Let's go find Xia Wuji."

Xia Wuji, as the imperial physician of the dynasty, the contemporary leader of the medical family, and the descendant of Bian Que, rarely had diseases that could not be cured.

Xia Wuqi diagnosed and treated Gai Nie and found that he was not ill, so Gai Nie could not use the excuse of illness as an excuse. If he did not resign, he could only protect the First Emperor.

"only."

Zhao Gao's response was filled with humility and sincere joy.

He stood up, hunched his waist, walked out of the sight of the First Emperor in small steps, turned around, straightened his back, and walked quickly out, aiming for the Imperial Medical Office.

Zhao Gao, whose back was soaked with sweat, was walking in a hurry, but his expression remained as usual.

Inside Zhangtai Palace.

The First Emperor pondered how to teach his young son.

He thought that the headache mentioned by his youngest son was an excuse for not wanting to study. Back then, a certain Shuzi always complained that he had a headache while studying.

This misunderstanding was deliberately caused by Zhao Gao.

Previously, he immediately confessed without saying a word. The First Emperor realized that he had misunderstood Zhao Gao. Although he did not admit his mistake with his mouth, he felt sorry in his heart.

Three days of rest will not completely offset this apology. The remaining apology will turn into trust.

When Ying Huhai saw his teacher leaving, he immediately quit.

Born into a royal family, although he is still a young man, he can still distinguish between punishment and reward.

The punishments in the Xianyang Palace were flogging with a stick and execution. Among the Yi tribe, how could there be such a punishment as expulsion for three days?

"Father, Zhao Gao should be executed. Hu Hai's head really hurts so much that it hurts like hell every time he sleeps."

[Too playful...]

The First Emperor thought that his youngest son had no enlightenment at such an old age and spent his days fighting insects. Naturally, he classified his youngest son's words as not wanting to study.

His face calmed down, he sat on the wooden bed and asked his son to stand upright in front of him.

"Don't be ignorant of blessings when you are surrounded by blessings. It's hard to find a teacher like Zhao Gao. Don't be playful anymore. At your age, I can already recite "The Book of Shang Jun"."

The young man had a splitting headache, but he couldn't describe it.

He looked at his father aggrievedly, but years of neglect and the death of his biological mother made him dare not say anything more.

He didn't understand why his father, who had been particularly fond of him recently, said this and wanted to protect Zhao Gao, who was causing his head to hurt so much.

He originally liked playing with insects, but he has never played with insects since his biological mother died. He is seeking refuge and is really studying hard.

If it were Ying Fusu, whether before entering Dazheng Palace or after leaving Dazheng Palace, he would have said with determination what was wrong with him at this moment.

But Ying Huhai didn't dare.

This little transparent young master who has always been ignored has suddenly become the new favorite eighteenth young master of Xianyang Palace. I really don’t dare.

[Uncle, where are you? They don't care about Hu Hai. Hu Hai's head really hurts. Come and see Hu Hai...]

Ying Huhai pulled his hair and banged his head.

The First Emperor's hands no longer transmitted internal force, and his head began to suffer severe pain again.
To be continued...