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

Chapter 150 Zhao Gao tests Hu Hai.

"You all did a great job today and you all worked hard."

Ying Zheng looked at the people in front of him and said, "You should go back and rest as soon as possible."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Wang Wan, Feng Quji, Meng Tian and others bowed and left the hall.

Ying Zheng waved Xia Lin away and walked to the side hall alone.

Did you find out, sir?

He wasn't sure.

After a quick wash, I went to bed to rest.

The next morning, after court, Feng Quji went to see Ying Zheng to report on the latest situation of the mine.

There is also the armory and the paper mill.

They also picked out the key points one by one and reported to Ying Zheng.

After listening, Ying Zheng nodded and said, "Well, very good, Feng Qing, you have worked hard."

"Thank you, Your Majesty! It's not hard for me!"

Feng Quji's expression was calm.

It is his honor to serve Your Majesty, so how can it be hard?

Fusu rested for a night and recovered fully.

Although my legs are still a little sore, it’s not a big problem.

He ran to Ying Zheng again early in the morning.

"Father."

"Master Feng."

Ying Zheng looked at Fusu, "Well, what are you doing here again?"

"I did not do anything."

Fusu said, "I just came to see my father."

Looking at his eldest son, Ying Zheng ignored him and spoke to Feng Quji who was standing beside him.

"Feng Qing, please go and do your work first. If you need anything, please come and report to me at any time."

"promise."

Feng Quji bowed and left the hall.

Suddenly remembering something, Fusu said, "Father, I will go out for a while too!"

Then he ran after Feng Quji.

"Lord Feng! Wait! Wait for me!"

Ok?

Eldest son?

Feng Quji heard the voice and looked back in confusion.

After seeing that it was Fusu, he asked in confusion, "Young Master, you called me, is there something wrong?"

Fusu said, "Yes, something happened."

"I want to ask you, how is Hu Hai doing with you?"

Ok?

Eighteenth Young Master?

The eldest son suddenly asked the eighteenth son what he was doing?

Feng Quji said, "Fortunately, I didn't lose any limbs, and I didn't starve to death."

"Why do you ask this, young master?"

"Ah, well... nothing."

Fusu said, "I just want to see if he is still alive."

"It's enough to know that he is still alive. I'll leave first."

After saying this, before Feng Quji could speak, Fusu ran away again.

"This young master...has become much more lively recently."

After muttering something, Feng Quji turned and walked out of the palace.

He still has a lot of things to deal with and is busy.

mine.

Hu Hai had a pale face and numb eyes as he carried a basket of stones.

tired.

very tired.

It's been three days.

He has been moving stones for three days!

His hands were covered with blisters!

In fact, it was not just his hands, Hu Hai also had several big blisters on the soles of his feet.

I went back and forth for three days, I don't know how many times I ran.

How many baskets of stones were carried?

He only knew that he could no longer lift his arms.

He never knew that time passed so slowly.

The day is so long.

He just wanted the sun to go down quickly and it to get dark so he could go back to sleep.

Hu Hai raised his head and looked at the sky.

The glaring sunlight made it impossible for him to open his eyes.

Hu Hai felt dizzy, his foot twisted, and he fell to the ground.

"boom!"

"Ouch! Hiss......"

Hu Hai was not pretending, he fell down hard.

Knocked to the ground.

My palms were all scraped.

Hu Hai, lying on the ground, looked at the palm of his hand.

The grievances and discomfort he had felt in recent days made him unable to hold back any longer, and his eyes instantly turned red.

She pursed her lips and started crying.

“Wuwuwu…Mother…wuwuwu it hurts, I’m so tired…”

Zhao Gao has been observing Hu Hai these days.

At this time, he was not far away, secretly watching Hu Hai.

Seeing him cry, I felt inexplicably happy.

In the past, Hu Hai relied on his status and the emperor's favor to give him a cold shoulder and roll his eyes.

He even dared to throw his millet rice before.

snort!

Live it!

I'll throw you to death!

Cry, cry, cry. Just cry anyway.

After crying, I still have to work.

The people guarding nearby saw Hu Hai's appearance but didn't say anything.

Just pretend you didn't see it.

After crying for a while, Hu Hai, seeing that no one paid attention to him, silently wiped his tears and got up.

Carrying the basket, he continued to carry the stones.

He tried many methods in the past few days, pretending to be sick, pretending to faint, but none of them could fool these people.

Instead, his food was withheld.

He didn't eat much to begin with, and after this deduction, Hu Hai felt even more hungry.

So now he has learned his lesson and stops pretending and making trouble.

But he was still unwilling to give up and kept doing manual labor here.

He wants to go back.

Return to the palace.

Return to Father.

If all else fails, you can go to Fusu and be a servant.

He doesn't want to stay here anymore!

I don’t want to be hungry or sleep poorly every day.

I don’t want to have to do so much work every day!

As long as Fusu takes him back, he can at least live better than here!

During lunch, Zhao Gao found an opportunity to get close to Hu Hai.

He asked in a low voice while slurping from the bowl.

"Eighteenth Young Master, why hasn't His Majesty come to pick you up after so many days?"

He had been thinking about it for several days, but he really couldn't figure it out.

Does Your Majesty know about the conspiracy between him and Jian San?

If you knew, why didn't you do anything to him?

If you don't know, why was the Eighteenth Prince Hu Hai sent here?

Eat, sleep and work with these people?

This is unreasonable.

Given your majesty's fondness for the Eighteenth Young Master, it is impossible that he would be willing to put him here to work.

But he really couldn't imagine what Hu Hai had done to make His Majesty so angry.

He was so cruel to Hu Hai.

Since he couldn't figure it out, he tried to ask Hu Hai to see if he could get some useful information.

After hearing what Zhao Gao said, Hu Hai felt even more depressed.

He lowered his eyes, "Father will come to pick me up."

"So when are you coming?"

Zhao Gao continued to ask, "Did your Majesty tell you how long you would be kept here?"

It's been three days.

When will you pick him up?

Hu Hai himself didn't know.

He didn't even know if such a day would come.

Hu Hai didn't give Zhao Gao a good face, "It will come when it's time."

"Why are you asking so many questions? It's none of your business!"

"Hey? W-Why are you in such a hurry?"

Zhao Gao still had a smile on his face. "I'm just asking, why are you so angry?"

Although that is what is said.

But Zhao Gao still heard something unusual in Hu Hai's words.

Your Majesty actually has no plan to take the Eighteenth Young Master over?

Are you going to leave the Eighteenth Young Master in the mine forever?

What about the Eighteenth Young Master?

What about the throne?

And what should he do?

Hu Hai didn't want to bother with Zhao Gao anymore, and he drank the wild vegetable porridge in his hand in a few gulps.

Stand up and walk away.

Didn't even lick the bowl.