The Qin Dynasty perished after only two generations? My Great Qin also needs an Emperor Taizong!

During this period of deliberate difficulty, Bai Zhong wanted to make the young master give up, but unexpectedly, the young master not only persevered, but also figured out a set of stretching exercises on his own.

This made Bai Zhong realize that he should cherish talent, and he temporarily put aside his resentment.

"How dare I speak recklessly before the King of Qin?" Bai Zhong said calmly, holding a bowl of water. "It is true that you are intelligent, but you are too impetuous in your actions."

The old general stopped short of revealing his meaning, and Ying Zheng understood the implication in his words.

A man who possesses thunderous courage yet maintains a calm demeanor is worthy of being appointed a high-ranking general.

As for those who act rashly? If you're allowed to lead troops, it means you have some connections.

Ying Zheng rose and looked around for a moment, then turned and walked towards the door. Reaching the door, the Qin ruler paused slightly, glanced at the sky, and as if remembering something, slowly said, "General, you've stayed in your residence for many years and haven't gone out. You must have almost forgotten the splendor of Xianyang. When you have time, take your clansmen out more often. Even just to see the Qin people living in Xianyang would be wonderful."

Having said that, he left.

Bai Zhong was momentarily dazed until another set of footsteps sounded, which brought him back to his senses. He then drank the water in his hand in one gulp.

Fusu, holding a book in his hands, also dressed in a black robe, walked slowly over and stopped in front of the railing.

The eldest son also looked at it for a moment, his fingers tracing the scroll back and forth, before he softly asked the old general, "I am also well-versed in the Six Arts of a Gentleman. I've heard that generals on the battlefield practice killing techniques, emphasizing 'I will go even if there are thousands of troops.' But this rolling around is so messy, why do they insist on practicing it so much?"

The old general scoffed, "There are many generals in the world who dare to charge, but those who like to charge recklessly are the most likely to lose their lives. On the battlefield, even the most powerful general in the world will inevitably fall from his horse. It is true that Young Master Mu is born with superhuman strength, but when that time comes, if he is unwilling to lose face, he will be no different from a country bumpkin and will also meet a dead end."

He glanced at little Ying Mu, who was rolling in the dust, and continued:

"This tumble may seem pathetic, but it can teach people how to survive in a critical moment. These profound truths are all things I've learned on my journey, teetering on the edge of life and death."

Fusu frowned and said, "Since a general's life or death makes little difference in the face of battle, why do all the warriors in the world still strive to be the best in the world?"

Bai Zhong subtly turned his head, the angle was very slight, and gently shook the wine cup in his hand.

Fusu pressed further, "Could it be that military generals, who are always eager to fight and brawl, simply crave an empty title?"

The old general sighed softly, "Young Master only knows that military generals are brave and fierce, but he doesn't know that on the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes. If you have a reputation, you are safer on the battlefield than if you wear ten layers of iron armor."

Fusu was somewhat stunned. To him now, war was merely a record of events on bamboo slips, and battlefield combat was something he only knew superficially...

"Please instruct me, General."

Bai Zhong lowered his head and took a sip of water, his eyes looking somewhat strange... For nearly a hundred years, the people of Qin have been happy to fight. I wonder how the King of Qin taught his eldest son. Could it be that he will become a benevolent ruler who dislikes war in the future?

Moreover, this eldest son is still young and his understanding of issues is too immature.

Bai Zhong pursed his lips and said softly, "Once war begins, generals and commanders expend a great deal of mental and physical energy. If their bodies aren't strong enough, they might lose half their lives before the war even ends. How can they then fight?" He paused, then suddenly chuckled and looked at the field, saying, "Why not be a warrior charging into battle, relying solely on your martial prowess? At least you won't have to worry about anything. What does the eldest son think?"

The eldest son narrowed his peach blossom eyes and stared straight at Ying Mu, who was covered in dust and dirt in the courtyard. Suddenly, he bowed to the old general and said, "Fusu has learned much."

……

From the day the two brothers started talking, Ying Mu changed his temperament and always worked hard without complaint. Fu Su would also come to visit often, but each time he would observe for a while and then silently leave. Meanwhile, the young master's smooth skin, which he had painstakingly cultivated with his luxurious lifestyle, turned wheat-colored, his body became stronger and stronger, his movements became more and more agile, and he became more and more adept at controlling his strength.

Until the beginning of autumn.

Bai Zhong was unusual for not having someone guarding him beforehand, and Ying Mu didn't mind.

He ran three laps around the yard by himself, did gymnastics from memory, worked up a light sweat, rested briefly, and then began practicing basic horse stance skills in earnest.

After working intermittently until the sun was high in the sky, Ying Mu finally finished his practice and climbed onto the wooden couch placed to the side to rest.

Chun sat beside the young master, gently kneading his breasts with skillful touch, while Ying Mu leaned lazily against Xue's chest, gazing at the empty space in front of him, lost in thought.

Just as Xue and the other person began to get up, a soft "Young Master" came from their ears.

When the young master came to his senses and looked up, he saw that Bai Zhong was standing outside the courtyard.

"Go feed Dahei some food, then go to the kitchen and urge Xiaoshanzi to hurry up," Ying Mu said, turning her head to give the order. She then jumped off the wooden bed and ran towards Bai Zhong in a flash.

Ying Mu ran quickly, his legs like wheels of fire, and stopped in front of his teacher. Only then did he see that Bai Zhong had not come alone this time, but with two young men following behind him. He suppressed his doubts, cupped his hands to Bai Zhong, and said, "Old sir, you are late today. This disciple has already finished practicing."

After saying that, he tilted his head slightly and glanced at the two new faces.

"I already knew that you were diligent, young master."

Bai Zhong laughed heartily. When he saw Ying Mu craning her neck to observe, he simply smiled, raised his hand, and rubbed Ying Mu's little head before shifting his position so that Ying Mu could see more clearly.

Bai Zhong nodded, stood up, and pointed to the burly young man behind him, "This is my grandson, Bai Yu. He's usually the laziest when it comes to studying, preferring to wield spears and sticks and engage in fighting and boxing. He's got the makings of a general. As his elder, I'd like to recommend him to your command so he can become a flag bearer in the future. If he performs well, he can also be promoted."

Ying Mu's eyes lit up. He saw that this man was six feet tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with a swallow's jaw and a tiger's head. Although he was not old, he was indeed a talented general.

"Father..." Bai Yu suddenly knelt down and wept.

Bai Zhong took her hand, his eyes glistening with tears. "Good grandson, I originally thought it would be good for you to live a peaceful life, but I never expected that you would meet such a talented person as Gongzi Mu in your twilight years. In the end, things did not go as I wished. Now I am giving you a different path. Do not blame your grandfather."

"The grandson does not blame his grandfather."

Bai Yu rubbed his eyes and got up, bowed to Ying Mu, and said, "Bai Yu greets Young Master."

Ying Mu bowed in return.

Bai Zhong pointed again to the young man beside him, "This is my nephew Bai Shan, courtesy name Ziming. Although he is only twenty years old, he is excellent on and off horseback, with spear and bow, and is perfect to be Mu'er's sparring partner."

Ying Mu looked up and saw that the young man was over eight feet tall and had a majestic appearance.

He truly looked like a young general, but for some reason, he kept his eyes narrowed and wouldn't look at me directly...