It's dawn
Chen Ke opened his eyes drowsily and rubbed his sore forehead.
Even if it was Qin Chao's wine, I drank too much last night and was in a really happy mood, so I felt a little hungover.
Drinking too much water will make you uncomfortable, not to mention that it is real wine?
"yawn"
Chen Ke yawned casually and lay on the bed not wanting to move.
He just looked at the top of the bed quietly, with a tired look on his face.
What should I do if I don’t want to move every day?
"Finally, lie down for a little while, just half a quarter of an hour."
Chen Ke secretly swore in his heart that he would never continue to be decadent today.
"After lying down for another half-quarter of an hour, I'll get up and go to the manufacturing department to see what's going on there."
"Even if the First Emperor has doubts about the enlightenment of all people, there is always no problem if he vigorously produces paper."
Thinking like this, Chen Ke lay there blankly.
I was thinking about things in my mind while half-emptying myself.
After wondering for a while, I didn't know where my thoughts went.
Half an hour later.
Chen Ke suddenly sighed, got up from the bed, and looked at the wall in front of him.
"It's really not okay here."
"But the temperature is a little stronger than in later generations."
"Is it because of global warming in future generations?"
Chen Ke couldn't help but think.
Another half an hour later
Chen Ke reluctantly struggled up from the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the shoes beside the bed.
"Will Fusu be scolded by His Majesty after he returned from drinking yesterday?"
"well"
"Drinking is really a mistake."
He looked at it, his thoughts wandering to nowhere.
half an hour later
Chen Ke stood up: "No, I can't continue to be so decadent."
"Chen Ke, Chen Ke, do you just want to push it back hour by hour?"
"Don't you care about the manufacturing department?"
"Wake up!"
"You are the young master! You are also the director of the Manufacturing Department!"
"How can it be displayed like this?"
an hour later
"Ah, this recliner is so comfortable."
Chen Ke was lying in the yard, with the crown of a big tree above his head, creating a shade for him.
He half-squinted his eyes: "Let's forget about the manufacturing department."
"Anyway, there are Wang Wu and the others over there, so nothing will happen to them."
"There is nothing that I need to deal with at the Young Mansion. I have already dealt with it before."
"It's better to lie down and rest."
"It's hard to find time to rest. If you don't mess around, what are you going to do?"
He was half lying on the chair, smiling.
Suddenly he thought of something again and sat up: "Oh."
"Forget it, you still have to get up."
Chen Ke curled his lips and looked at the chair under him with a little helplessness.
"You have to give this to Brother Zheng."
"Even if Brother Zheng doesn't like it, he still has to send it over."
"Otherwise, if Brother Zheng doesn't have the things I have, wouldn't that mean he's a loser?"
Chen Ke stretched out and ordered to go down and prepare the carriage and horses to go to the palace.
...........
Yichun Palace
Fusu had already woken up from yesterday's hangover. He was sitting in the hall with a look of helplessness on his face.
His fingers gently soothed his temples.
"Why did I lose my mind yesterday and drink with the teacher until I was so drunk?"
Fusu sighed helplessly.
He hasn't been like this for a long time. After all, Chun Yuyue taught him before that etiquette should not be broken.
In the past, he seemed to be trapped in a palace, with his hands and feet shackled to wood.
And Chen Ke is like an extremely barbaric person.
He came over, split the shackles on Fusu's body with the sword in his hand, and cursed in an extremely vulgar way: "That's your mother's fault!"
Fusu couldn't help but laugh out loud as he thought about it.
When he lowered his head and looked at the scroll in his hand, his expression was not so happy.
He was still reading Confucian books, but this time he seemed to have a different idea.
In previous years, Chunyu Yue would not let him read the books about Xunzi, but today he read them openly.
And according to what Chen Ke told him before, he added his own thoughts.
The sun shone slightly into the hall, casting a shadow.
"Tap tap tap"
The sound of footsteps rang out, waking Fusu up from his book.
There is only one person who can enter this hall without passing through the communication, and that is Ying Zheng.
Sure enough, Ying Zheng is coming.
At this time, Ying Zheng lacked the dignity and solemnity of the court meeting and became more ordinary.
He is like the most ordinary middle-aged father.
"What is Fusu looking at?"
Ying Zheng asked as he glanced at the books on Fusu's table as he walked away.
Fusu subconsciously wanted to lower his head, but thinking of Chen Ke's teachings, he raised his head slightly, almost eye level with Ying Zheng.
But his eyes were a little lower.
"Father, my son is reading Xunzi's "Lun"
Xunzi?
Ying Zheng became somewhat interested: "Xunzi?"
"I remember that you didn't read Xunzi's books very much in the past. Why do you want to read them today?"
Fusu smiled slightly, like a spring breeze.
"Father, the teacher said, "There is no fixed method for writing a book. Travel thousands of miles and read thousands of books."
"I can't travel thousands of miles now, but I just want to read thousands of books."
"The teacher also said that reading books should not be divided into factions or make mistakes or omissions."
"Only when you read books all over the world can you truly form a good understanding."
"If you only read one person's books, your thoughts will be too one-sided."
Looking at Fusu talking eloquently in front of him, Ying Zheng felt a little relieved in his heart.
After meeting him in the past, Fusu always called himself "son minister".
And he will definitely lower his head and dare not look at himself.
How long has it been since it was handed over to Chen Ke? There have been such huge changes.
Not only do I dare to look up at myself, but when facing myself, I feel a little less cowardly and a little more talkative.
Ying Zheng was slightly relieved, as if he saw his son finally growing up.
"good."
"What Chen Ke said makes sense."
He was slightly emotional, and an idea appeared in his mind involuntarily.
Fusu has a teacher, and Chen Ke teaches Fusu so well.
Can he also take care of other children for himself?
Other children are not required to be the same as Fusu, as long as they are not too bad.
After all, other children don't need to inherit Da Qin's empire.
While the father and son were talking, Zhao Gao, not far away, was walking quickly, but he still seemed to be walking calmly.
"Your Majesty, Young Master Chen Ke would like to see you."
Shaofu Chen Ke?
There was a hint of curiosity in Ying Zheng's eyebrows.
This is really a coincidence.
I just thought of him, and he was already here?
It's just that every time this guy comes to see me, nothing good happens.
I don’t know what it’s for this time?
He nodded slightly and said, "Pass him in."
When Zhao Gao went to deliver the order, Ying Zhengcai looked at Fusu and said with a smile, "Why do you think Chen Ke came here this time?"
