Zhao Jun walked into the hall with a little trepidation.

After a quick look, fortunately, he didn't get angry or throw things.

"Well, I have already sent someone to talk to Meng Tian. You will set off in two days."

While Ying Zheng was speaking, his eyes were looking at Zhao Jun who walked in. He also saw that she was holding something in her hand, which meant she was bringing food again.

Zhao Jun didn't know what they were talking about before, but he heard "departure"? Where to?

She placed the lunch box on the table next to her and glanced at the father and son cautiously.

Ying Zheng still had no expression, but Fusu looked a little sad.

"My Lord, what are you talking about? Who's leaving? Where are we going?"

Fusu turned his head and looked at her, feeling a little surprised when he heard this.

I had heard before that this lady was very favored and had a special relationship with my father, but I didn't expect that she would dare to question my father to his face.

I hope my father won’t be too angry later, Fusu thought to himself.

"Fusu, I asked him to go to Shangjun with Meng Tian." Ying Zheng replied.

"Shangjun? What is it for?" asked Zhao Jun.

"That is outside the Great Wall, close to the Xiongnu, and Meng Tian is often stationed there." Ying Zheng answered again.

"Oh, I see—"

You understand, but I don’t quite understand?

Fusu watched them asking and answering each other harmoniously. Although he was young, he was full of questions.

When did my father become so easy to talk to?

"Okay, Fusu, go back and get ready. We'll set off in two days."

After Ying Zheng answered Zhao Jun's words, he wanted to say something else but saw Fusu was still there, so he waved his hand and asked him to go back first.

"Hey, wait, wait." The King of Zhao stretched out his hand to stop Fusu who was about to retreat.

"I'm so lucky to meet Fusu here. I brought some delicious food for the king today. Fusu, please stay and have a meal with us."

The King of Zhao enthusiastically pulled Fusu to sit down and brought the still hot food to the table.

Before Fusu could react, he was pressed into his seat.

"Father, this..."

Fusu had not dined with Ying Zheng for a long time, and it could be said that they had almost never eaten together alone.

"Sit down." Ying Zheng nodded lightly.

But in her heart, she cursed Zhao Jun. What was wrong with her? Was she too nice to her and made him take advantage of her?

Can't you see I'm still here? How dare you make a decision on your own? I must teach her a lesson later!

Zhao Jun didn’t understand Ying Zheng’s idea for the time being.

She just felt that despite her excellent skills, Ying Zheng's performance was always mediocre, which really dampened her interest.

It just so happens that Fusu is here today, let him try it, he will definitely be amazed!

"Look, your Majesty. This is made with corn and sweet potatoes. This is roasted sweet potatoes, this is pork ribs and corn soup, and this is corn. Fusu, try it. I guarantee you've never eaten it before."

Because of the addition of Fusu, a new diner today, Zhao Jun was particularly excited and kept promoting the product.

Fusu looked at the food in front of him, which he had never seen before. He listened to Zhao Jun's words and glanced at his father sitting next to him. Suddenly, his mood improved.

It would be great if every meal could be eaten in such an atmosphere.

Fusu lowered his head and smiled, carefully tasting the food in front of him, and Ying Zheng also began to eat.

It seemed as if in an instant Fusu felt that the meal was over.

He did not stay to disturb his father and walked out with a relaxed and calm mood.

The King of Zhao was also satisfied to receive the admiration and praise from Fusu.

As soon as he left, the hall suddenly became quieter.

The King of Zhao realized something was wrong later, and when she came to her senses, Ying Zheng was staring at her.

Zhao Jun had a keen sense of danger. What was wrong with him?

Forget it, it’s better to strike first.

"The king sent Fusu there to train the young master, right?"

She had guessed it as early as during the conversation just now, and vaguely remembered that Ying Zheng had done the same thing in history.

"There's not much for Fusu to do in Xianyang. If he stays here, he'll inevitably be influenced by Madam Chu and Lord Changping. It would be a good idea to let him and Meng Tian stay outside the Great Wall for a while."

This interruption made Ying Zheng forget what had just happened. Actually, it wasn’t that he had forgotten, because he would not have pursued the matter anyway.

"Are you here now because the matter in the western suburbs has been resolved?"

"Oh, right, right, I almost forgot about the main thing. The per-acre yield of the two grains has come out. The per-acre yield of corn is 960 kilograms, and the per-acre yield of sweet potatoes is 1,900 kilograms. All of them have been stored in Wang Taicang's warehouse."

Although he was mentally prepared, Ying Zheng was still very excited when he finally heard this number.

"Great, great, our country's grain production will definitely increase significantly next year. Zhao Jun, you did a great job!"

Ying Zheng just wanted to teach her a lesson, but now he is already thinking about how to reward her.

"Hehe, I don't dare to take credit for it, but I did a good job." Zhao Jun was not stingy in praising himself.

"Well, the reward has already been agreed upon. Tomorrow at dawn, you will come here to attend court with me. I will then personally confer the title upon you in front of all the ministers."

"Really, thank you, Your Majesty!"

Zhao Jun was very excited. She was going to be an official soon. In modern terms, that was equivalent to passing the civil service exam.

She stumbled out of the palace gate with excitement, planning to surprise the ministers tomorrow.

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something and her steps stopped.

Mao time?

What time is Maoshi?

At six o'clock the next day, when Zhao Jun climbed out of bed.

My heart is full of resentment.

Who can tell her why even though he has become the emperor, he still has to get up so early to attend court? Aren’t they sleepy?

Zhao Jun was puzzled and could only attribute it to the great charm of his job.

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