Ying Zheng delivered lunch the earliest because the person who brought him food would never dare to delay in the kitchen. When he walked to Fusu's residence, the bamboo rice was delivered here. When he saw Ying Zheng from afar, the person in charge of delivering the meal stopped and gave the gift.

Ying Zheng waved his hand and let them hold on to what they had.

Ying Zheng stepped inside and saw that it was time for outdoor activities. Fusu sat in the corridor, with a piano in front of him, two small dots next to each other, two small dots appeared on both shoulders, and a few were leaning against each other and eager to squeeze out those guys who occupied a good position.

Fusu was playing the piano casually. In front of him, a few little guys were playing with the song in a very good manner. They looked full of energy. Even if everyone's movements were different from others, they performed with confidence and had no illusion of doing something wrong.

The one who is wrong must be someone else, how could it be yourself!

Ying Zheng did not make any comments, and stood not far away and looked at Fusu with a smile in his eyes.

He has not appointed a queen or a crown prince. There are often open and secret struggles in the harem, but he doesn't care much about it. In these battles, no matter who loses, who wins first, who suffers losses, there is no difference between him. If he loses completely, then what qualifications are there for the throne?

Ying Zheng looked at the group of chubby little guys, and basically couldn't tell who was who, nor did he think anyone was cute. Instead, Fusu was surrounded by them, and he looked even more conspicuous at first glance.

After claiming that after seeing the "immortal" in his dream, Fusu seemed to have a bit of fairy spirit that was wandering outside the world, and it was full of peace and stability without conflict with the world.

If it weren't for the fact that I could have red eyes from time to time, I wouldn't look like a child.

Look at Fusu's appearance, he really likes these little ones.

Ying Zheng didn't look at it for too long and led a large group of people behind him over.

A group of young people didn't see Ying Zheng several times a year. I heard that Ying Zheng was coming, and subconsciously ran to Fusu. The timid ones were hiding beside Fusu and grabbed the corner of Fusu's clothes.

Ying Zheng glanced at them.

Some little guys started to tremble.

Fusu: "..."

What kind of eyes did the father look like? He didn't look like a kind father at all.

Fusu got up and brought a group of little guys to shout: "Father."

Fusu raised his head, and the little ones followed him with a silly voice, but they were not very neatly called: "Father!" "Father!" "Father!" "Father, father!"

Ying Zheng didn't have much interest in coaxing the child, so he sniffed the faint fragrance of sausages and asked Fusu to stop standing at the door.

Huaide has always been smart. After giving gifts to Ying Zheng, he ran to the kitchen to ask someone to send an extra bamboo rice.

There are always reserved portions in the kitchen. I heard that Fusu wanted to add one, so I immediately sent it with Huaide.

After Ying Zheng sat down and cleaned his hands, the amount of bamboo rice had already been filled. He looked up and saw that the food tables were placing randomly all over the room.

The middle position is obviously from Fusu. The other little guys' food tables are placed around Fusu's tables. It can be seen that they sit around Fusu when they are studying and playing in this room, and they want to eat around Fusu.

Now Ying Zheng sat in the seat that originally belonged to Fusu, and frowned when he saw this messy sitting method, and told people to arrange the food table neatly so that the group of quail-like little spots would take their seats one by one.

Fusu was going to sit down, but Ying Zheng did not let him go, but asked him to sit next to introduce the bamboo rice that had been placed on the table.

This sausage was naturally the batch that Fusu ordered to make at the beginning. It was not very sunny after it was sunny, and it was even smoked with pine smoke. It didn't look very good outside.

Because he was scolded for sending pancreas to Ying Zheng last time, Fusu didn't want to be said by Ying Zheng again, "I just want to eat it all over my mind", so he didn't think about giving this inconspicuous food to Ying Zheng.

Now that Ying Zheng was hit, Fusu told Ying Zheng about the origin of the sausage.

At first, he thought about whether the merchants could learn to cook, but it was really costly to calculate the cost, so he did not ask the merchants to learn it, but only kept the batch he made to taste it. As expected, Jianglu and the others came today, he asked someone to use the sausage and let the people in the kitchen try making this bamboo rice.

He also heard from others that some people in the southern barbarians were busy in the mountains all year round, and it was very troublesome to go home. Before going out, he tied a small bag of rice to his waist. When he was hungry, he cut the bamboo tube and put the rice on the fire.

The small bamboo tube is both a pot and a bowl, which is very convenient.

Ying Zheng knew that Fusu had been in Yunyang County for a year. Whether it was a mountain villager or a merchant, he had to chat with others. Later, he met many people alone. He heard them talk about various experiences and it was not uncommon to hear such things.

The bamboo rice was served, and Ying Zheng didn't say much, picked up the chopsticks and tasted it.

As the King of Qin, although he did not have any delicacies every day, no one dared to be disrespectful in terms of food and clothing. Naturally, he would not be astonished by the small bamboo rice. However, if he tasted too much big fish and meat, it would be okay to eat fresh occasionally.

This is not the first time Fusu has had a meal with Ying Zheng, and his movements are always slow and slow. He is only worried that Ying Zheng will use the same trick to feed him a few more mouthfuls.

Fortunately, Ying Zheng didn't want to tease him this time.

The little guys below were very nervous at first, but later they saw Fusu sitting beside Ying Zheng eating calmly. They were not panicked and tried hard to eat up all their bamboo rice.

However, they all admire Fusu even more in their hearts: Big brother is so amazing, my father is so terrible, my brother can eat so calmly and beautifully! They can't be embarrassed!

After finishing the meal without any danger, Ying Zheng asked someone to send a room of little guys back.

The little guys secretly breathed a sigh of relief and went back to their palaces obediently.

After cleaning up the house, it looked much quieter.

The room was very spacious, and Fusu Teng came out to teach Jianglu and his friends to read and read. Because the children like to play and make fun of, the extra decorations inside were removed so that they would not bump into each other while playing.

Now the room is gone, and it is inevitable that it is empty and deserted.

Ying Zheng asked someone to take away the little guys, but he didn't leave. Instead, he walked around the house, then stopped in front of the bookshelf beside him and picked up a stack of manuscripts placed on it and flipped through it.

Ying Zheng is very familiar with the handwriting on it, and you can tell at a glance that it was written by Fusu.

Ying Zheng turned his head and looked at Fusu who was following him, and casually looked at the stack of manuscripts.

The manuscript paper contains some simple and easy-to-understand stories. When you look briefly, most of them are taken from the various theories, but they are not told in depth, and only select interesting parts. One story is only about one or two hundred words.

There are also a few big characters behind each story, which are obviously used to teach children to read.

Although this short story is not quite thick, it can be seen that it is very attentive.

Ying Zheng put the stack of paper back, returned to his original position and sat down, waved to Fusu.

Fusu sat down beside Ying Zheng.

He took the initiative to speak: "The child wants to ask his father for something."

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows and signaled him to tell him to see.

Fusu said, "When I came back the day before yesterday, I met Jiang Lu, and asked about his studies. I found that he and his two younger brothers had not yet been enlightened. So I thought of teaching them a few words before the clan chiefs asked them for their teachers. Unexpectedly, the other younger brothers and sisters were here today."

The head of the clan is actually the head of the Siche, who manages the affairs of the royal family, the concubines in the harem, and the princess, in theory, are under the jurisdiction of the Zongzheng Mansion under the jurisdiction of the Siche.

However, the current Siche Shuchang is the clan brother of his father and great-grandfather. He is very tall in terms of age and seniority. Many people will not bother him with trivial matters.

The father had not yet established a queen, and there was no distinction between legitimate sons and illegitimate sons in the palace. If you want to fight for something, you have to rely on your ability. Like the three brothers Jianglu and the others lost their mother early and were so young, it was difficult to walk around and plan for themselves.

They are still ignorant children. How can they understand the cruelty in the palace and how can they cope with the survival situation of the strong beings.

Fusu said seriously: "Although my place is not small, so many people still seem to be unable to move. I alone cannot teach you all." He raised his head and looked at Ying Zheng, "Father, I want a vacant place to change it slightly as a school, it is best to get closer to our foot and the outer city. Jianglu and I went to class every day. The teacher can be unfixed. Just let Jianglu and the others recognize the characters first. After you recognize it, you can practice martial arts together, read military tactics, and listen to the theories of each family. When they all grow up, they will choose teachers for them alone."

Ying Zheng listened patiently.

Fusu continued: "If possible, children of the same age as civil and military officials in the family can also be sent to study together. When they grow up, they can all serve the country."

Ying Zheng said lightly: "I also said you will be more at ease when you return to the palace, but I didn't expect that there were so many ideas."

According to Fusu's meaning, it's better to build a school in the royal city, but the source of students is different. The school in Yunyang is facing the recruitment of the people, but this school accepts princesses internally, and the children of all officials from all over the world, and includes all the appropriate royals and nobles and children of officials of Xianyang.

By then, all princesses have the same chance of contact with their children of foreign ministers, which is equivalent to having transportation channels between them and foreign ministers, and the situation in the palace will be more complicated than before.

Ying Zheng looked at Fusu, trying to see if Fusu made such a suggestion because he was sure that his position would not be shaken, but he met Fusu's bright gaze that was not evasive.

Fusu said, "The child thinks this is good." He said firmly, "If everyone can have the best teachers, read enough books, and practice martial arts diligently, they will all be the future pillars of the Qin Dynasty."

More importantly, if you have seen a vast world and cultivate a broad mind, you will no longer be trapped in the gains and losses in front of you, and will consume your precious energy in all kinds of open and secret struggles and slaughter.

Ying Zheng looked at him.

I am still a half-sized child, but I dare to talk about the pillars of the country and think about everything. Do I think the throne is already his belonging?

Is this what the "immortal" in his dream told him?

Ying Zheng said: "You are not the prince yet."

As soon as Ying Zheng said this, the room suddenly became quiet.

Fusu couldn't answer the words.

He was not the prince until his death in his previous life.

Fusu calmed down and didn't tell anything for himself.

He just saw a royal family doing this during his training, and the results were very good. At least when their new king was critically ill and his country was in danger, the royal family's children who had studied with the prince used their strategies and talents to protect the stormy world. On the contrary, when the royal family members withered and except for the prince, they were all raised as mediocre talents, once something happened to the king and the prince, the power would often fall into the hands of others, and even the country would be overturned and the lives would be devastated.

The father did not value all his children very much, and the head of the clan and other royal family members ignored them. Fusu thought this would not work.

Just like their master, it is hard to imagine that the entire master has only one outstanding child, and the others are all mediocre waste.

If a sect falls to that level, it will be no longer far from the destruction of the sect.

Fusu lowered his head and said nothing more. He looked like he was filled with indescribable sadness.

Seeing Fusu's appearance, Ying Zheng's brows moved.

This child is smart and premature, and obviously he understands what he says at the first time.

But even if I understand, there is no need to feel so wronged and sad, as if he had said something harsh.

He really didn't plan to establish the prince too early. There were many things he hadn't figured out, and the world had not been completely contained in the hands of Daqin. He didn't want to consider the prince for the time being. However, his attitude was already very clear. Among so many sons, he was the only one who would spare time to pay attention to.

If he hadn't valued this eldest son very much, would he have so much spare time to tease the child?

Ying Zheng said, "Since you have so many ideas, go and discuss with the clan chief yourself." After he said that, he took off a jade seal and threw it to Fusu, allowing Fusu to enter and exit the palace with the jade seal.

Fusu was stunned.

Ying Zheng had already stood up and walked out.

Fusu immediately stood up and shouted, "Father!"

Ying Zheng stopped and turned to look at Fusu.

Fusu's heart was twisted and turned around. He grabbed the jade seal and ran to Ying Zheng, raised his head and said, "Thank you, Father."

Ying Zheng didn't say anything and let Fusu send him out.

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Ying Zheng: It is impossible to despise your son

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