Baitao's brows quickly spread, "I won't bully the palace maid, Zhao Gao, go and drag her away, she will be an eyesore to me."
Zhao Gao was stunned and didn't ask what happened. He just replied, "As ordered."
"My young master, this slave...this slave is wholeheartedly doing the best for His Highness."
Die'er wanted to say more, but was restrained by Zhao Gao with one hand and dragged down.
Baitao also walked on short legs to find Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng worshiped Lu Buwei as his teacher, and every day he just practiced his sword hard and learned the art of kingship. He only came and went in three places.
Baitao calculated that at this time, there was no need to guess that he was also in the palace.
really.
On a pavilion, Baitao saw Ying Zheng. He was sitting cross-legged on a jade mat with an open letter in front of him. Opposite him was Lu Buwei, who was wearing official uniform and teaching earnestly.
Baitao ran in holding up her skirt.
The sound inside suddenly stopped, Ying Zheng turned his head, and when he saw it was Baitao, the coldness between his brows dissipated, and even his voice seemed to soften, "Taotao, why did you remember to come to me?"
Lu Buwei also stopped teaching and looked at the charming little girl running up with a smile.
Baitao picked up Zhang Yuxi, put it next to Ying Zheng, sat next to him and said, "Brother Zheng, you said that as long as someone bullies me, he will come to you to complain as soon as possible. I am here to complain to you now."
Ying Zheng's face darkened, but before he could speak, Lu Buwei smiled and said, "Xiao Baitao, why don't you talk to Uncle Lu, who dares to bully you?"
Baitao thought he was a good person, so she told what happened just now, and ended with, "She also told me to stay less clingy to Brother Zheng. If I cling to him again, Brother Zheng will be tied up, unable to do things, and will delay his future." ."
Lu Buwei's eyes flashed.
Ying Zheng said coldly: "This is not something that a maid should take care of. Taotao, you did a good job this time. If someone dares to be so disobedient next time, no matter what, you boldly ask someone to slap her mouth." !”
Baitao nodded, "I understand."
Lu Buwei sighed, "This time it started because there was not enough ice in the palace."
People in Qin are not fond of extravagance, and it is a habit to store ice and lose enough money.
Who would have thought that such a charming young master would live in Xianyang Palace again?
He said kindly: "Zheng'er, if you have any difficulties, you should let me know in advance. After all, you are also my beloved disciple. In this case, my master happens to be a merchant and there are several ice storage workshops outside the palace. At worst, we won't sell it to the outside world. I will order the disciples to go to the palace tomorrow to ensure that Miss Baitao has enough ice."
Ying Zheng solemnly handed over his hands, "Teacher's kindness can never be repaid by the government."
"Alas." Lu Buwei smiled and waved his hand, "If Zheng'er succeeds in his studies, that would be called repaying the kindness of being a teacher."
Baitao Youbing was also happy, imitating Ying Zheng's example and respectfully handed over his hand, "Thank you Uncle Lu for your kindness, Tao has nothing to repay."
She looks so small, has a double-snail bun on her head, and imitates Ying Zheng's mature accent, not to mention how funny she is.
Lu Buwei chuckled twice and said, "Okay, it's just a matter of a few pieces of ice. Don't leave. Just sit down and finish the story. I'm going to finish half of the chapter, so that Zheng'er won't have to look for you again later. It'll save you money." Take a trip.”
After hearing this, Baitao sat obediently next to Ying Zheng, with her back straight, staring at the words on the densely packed bamboo slips on the case, listening as intently as he did.
It's just that the little fox is not the material for reading human classics, and the teachings in this half of the article are really too clumsy.
Baitao felt like she was in a cloud and in a fog.
She thought to herself that this was just like her brother holding up her fox ears, snarling her, and even hypnotizing her.
I don't know when I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was woken up by Ying Zheng pinching my nose.
She opened her fox eyes and was still staring in confusion when she heard him say, "If Jixia Academy accepts a student like you, wouldn't the teacher-sage Xunzi be angry to death?"
Baitao opened her mouth to refute.
Ying Zheng wiped some saliva from the corner of her mouth, stood up and said goodbye to Lu Buwei. Lu Buwei was holding the scroll in his hand and clasping one hand behind his back, "What do Zheng'er think of the "Book of Shang Jun" that he has recently learned?"
Ying Zheng said: "If you want to understand the nine theories on governing Qin, you should read the "Book of Shang Jun", which is also the national book of Qin."
"Um..."
Lu Buwei's tone was gentle, "I just feel that this "Shang Jun Shu" is too severe in terms of punishment and does not allow for moral governance. Furthermore, it was written too early and was too rough."
Ying Zheng understood the tone of his words, "What does the teacher think is a good work? Zheng is willing to hear the details."
Lu Buwei said: "We must strive for change and write a classic for my teacher, which integrates Confucianism, Taoism, Legalism, military, agriculture, Zongheng, and Yin and Yang schools to create the unique Lu theory and complement the Qin Dynasty. The shortcomings of the law will lead Qin to a more prosperous step."
Ying Zheng said calmly: "The day when the teacher writes the book and establishes the teachings is the time for the students to observe and study."
"Hahahahaha!" Lu Buwei smiled heartily and patted his shoulder, "Okay! Okay!"
After laughing, he waved his sleeves and left happily. Baitao stood beside Ying Zheng, watching his leaving figure.
After the others left, she whispered: "Brother Zheng, Uncle Lu said that the book he wrote is not from the Confucian school, not from the Taoist school, not from the Legalist school, not from the Peasant school, and certainly not from the Zongheng and Yin Yang schools. Isn't that a miscellaneous school of thought?" ?”
Ying Zheng's expression was so calm that there was no clue.
Rubbing Baitao's face, he said: "From now on, these words related to me must not be mentioned to anyone. Do you understand?"
Bai Tao's face was rubbed again, and she put her hands on her hips and said, "Of course I know, I'm just a kid, I'm not stupid."
When Ying Zheng heard this, he smiled with a smile on his lips and scratched the tip of her nose, "You will accompany me to visit my father later. My father is seriously ill and cannot get up."
After a pause, his brows became heavy, "Maybe we don't have much time left."
Baitao pulled his sleeve, shook it and said, "Okay, I'll just stay with you. Don't be unhappy."
"good."
Ying Zheng clapped his hands twice, ordered his people to straighten the bamboo slips, and rushed to Xianyang Palace with Baitao.
On the eaves and corners of King Qin's palace, there are two dragons hugging the wall, soaring into the sky. The high gates are built tall and the towers are almost too clear. It creates a majestic and resplendent atmosphere.
Just when he was about to enter the palace, he saw His Highness the Second Highness turned into a dragon.
Cheng Jiao was three years younger than Ying Zheng and had been raised under the knee of the Queen Mother Huayang. She was deeply loved by the Queen Mother Huayang.
He has never seen a windy and rainy world, so he is very fat and fat, and his eyes and eyebrows are full of childishness that does not understand the world.
Maybe Cheng Jiao was a little timid when he saw his eldest brother Ying Zheng coming over.
I don’t know whether it’s better to salute or not, or whether to greet someone or not.
In the midst of the struggle, he stepped forward with his legs on the threshold. It was as if his legs were in a fight, not letting anyone in.
Just like that, he tripped his leg and fell down on his head. With a "pop", he fell solidly.
Ying Zheng frowned and went over to help: "Second brother, are you okay?"
Cheng Jiao was helped up by him, his chin was bleeding crazily. He touched his chin lightly with the palm of his hand, grinning in pain.
He stretched out his other chubby palm and pushed his brother away, "It hurts, it hurts. Of course something is wrong. Get out of the way. Mom is indeed right. You will be a disaster as soon as you come back. You are a disaster to my mother and me. You will definitely be a disaster in the future." We will also harm Qin."
Ying Zheng was pushed, and his handsome face became cold. He took Baitao's hand and walked into the palace without saying a word.
Mrs. Han was in front, walking quickly in her top and bottom clothes. The train of the skirt was embroidered with skylarks all over with gold thread, which was extremely luxurious. There was a flowing cloud hairpin on her head, her eyes were ignited with resentment, and her red lips were pressed into a line.
She first noticed Ying Zheng Baitao, and then saw Cheng Jiao bleeding with blood.
Mrs. Han was furious, "Jiao'er! What's wrong with you!"
When Cheng Jiao saw his mother, he was like a son finding milk. He cried, "Mom, mother, my son hurts so much. My tooth, is my tooth broken? Mother... wuwuwu, come here and have a look." "
"Come here, Mom, take a look." Mrs. Han took three steps back to inspect Chengjiao's injury. "It's broken. Why did you fall like this? Which blind slave pushed you!"
Cheng Jiao was still sobbing when he suddenly received Mrs. Han's eyes.
Cheng Jiao understood, and he immediately pointed his bloody finger at Ying Zheng and Baitao who were about to enter the palace, "Yes, wuwuwuwu, yes, they, mother, it was them who pushed me, mother, mother, you need to ask father for help." Please comment, otherwise I will be bullied for no reason, mother."
Ying Zheng paused.
Mrs. Han's chest rose and fell several times, and she turned to stare at Ying Zheng fiercely, "It's you! You want to harm my son. You are so bold and wanton! What's the point of being a prince? Don't you even care about justice?!"
Baitao who was standing by saw Brother Zheng being wrongly accused and retorted: "Which of your eyes saw that Brother Zheng pushed him? It's useless to push a child for no reason. Your son obviously has weak legs. It fell."
"Taotao."
Ying Zheng stopped Baitao's words. His expression was unpredictable. He held her hand and turned around without being humble or condescending, "Mrs. Han wants justice, so let's go in together and ask father to administer justice."
Mrs. Han held Cheng Jiao, who was bleeding profusely, and cursed: "When I take my son to see the imperial doctor, I will settle the score with you."
What a mess.
Baitao gritted her teeth in anger, but when Brother Zheng spoke, she had no choice but to stop talking.
Walking into the hall, there were thick velvet carpets and several cushions placed inside. The pungent smell of medicine was like a lid that had been sealed for a long time. Once it was lifted, it made people dizzy.
When Baitao came in, she felt that her limbs were a little uncoordinated.
"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."
Ying Zichu was lying on the bed, exhausted from coughing. His face was as fragile as tissue paper, as if it could be broken by a poke. Zhao Ji, who was as beautiful as a flower, was sitting on his bed, holding medicine, with a worried face. , "Your Majesty, the doctor said that good medicine is good for the body, and it is better to drink the medicine."
"No--"
Ying Zichu's voice was hoarse, and he pushed away Zhao Ji's medicine with difficulty, "The disease is so severe that it is difficult to treat Bian Que. He cough, cough, cough... I'm afraid he won't get better, cough, cough, cough..."
Zhao Ji kept sobbing, "Your Majesty, if you--"
Seeing Baitao Yingzheng outside the door, Ying Zichu interrupted Zhao Ji with a weak smile on his face, "I came to see the widow again."
Baitao stared at his spirit, and her heart skipped a beat.
about to die.
"My son, I pay my respects to my father, the king, and my mother, the queen." Ying Zheng pulled her to kneel beside him, and Baitao followed suit, "The daughter of the people pays her respects to the king and queen."
"Get up, cough cough cough... cough cough cough." Ying Zichu couldn't say much, and he felt like he was about to cough out his lungs after speaking a few words. "Zheng'er, how did you learn from Xiangbang today?" ?”
Ying Zheng stood up and said: "Teacher teaches by words and deeds, and is very open-minded. Zheng'er deeply benefited from his words."
Ying Zichu looked at his outstanding son.
He shined brightly in the prince's examination, showing his sharpness and at the same time not being arrogant or impetuous. Even the Prime Minister commented: This son is a great talent, a great talent!
Ying Zichu knew that he was just a middle-class talent, and his success was enough, but to lead Qin to its peak, he needed a strong heir.
The arrival of the eldest son Ying Zheng peeled away the haze that trapped him in his heart. Ying Zichu's eyes were sour, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly, "Zheng'er, come here and let me take a look at you."
When Ying Zheng stepped forward, Zhao Ji put down the medicine bowl and stood aside seeing his indifferent state.
"There is a crossroads ahead, my eldest father... cough cough cough... I am unable to do what I want."
Ying Zichu reached out and held his hand, with thin cheeks and pale lips, "I hope you will shoulder the burden of the country in the future. Any matters that are undecided can be discussed with Xiangbang more, cough cough cough... also You should be more filial to the queen and listen to the queen more, cough cough cough."
After all, it was because of his ordeal and his sensitive mind that Ying Zichu had long seen the gap between Ying Zheng and Zhao Ji.
Zhao Ji wiped her tears with her sleeves and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."
Ying Zheng: "Yes, the son listens to his father."
Ying Zichu still wanted to say something to his eldest son, but they were estranged from each other after being separated for many years. When he was young, he left Xianyang and went to Zhao alone. Ying Zheng was born in Zhao since he was a child. Two generations of kings have spent their time as hostage.
There is no family relationship, no friendship, and nothing to do. How sad, how sad!
He was filled with sadness, closed his eyes, gasped and beat the brocade quilt, "It's so sad, so sad, so sad!"
"Your Majesty, don't get angry. It's important to take care of yourself. Even if you don't think about the country and the country, you still think about me. If I leave you, how will you live in the future... Wuwuwu..."
Zhao Ji came over and held his hand beating the quilt to dissuade him while crying.
Ying Zichu's eyes suddenly became wet, and he patted the back of her hand with his hot hand, "With a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for?"
Ying Zheng watched silently, while Baitao counted the leaves of the trees in the room.
Baitao was wondering, what about Cheng Jiao who knocked his chin and Mrs. Han who wanted to make trouble?
Why haven't they come yet?
The atmosphere here is so friendly, it’s okay to just come in and be quiet.
