"Come, Zhaozhao, read with your mother, a—o—e..."

"A-oh-yi, mother, is that so?"

"That's right! Our Zhao Zhao is really smart~"

It was a quiet night, and the soft moonlight outside the window poured into the hall. A beautiful woman with bright eyes and white teeth was leaning on a soft sofa, with a well-behaved and lovely child snuggled beside her.

Chu Yuening held up the baby's chubby little face, lowered her head and kissed him several times, her face filled with delicate tenderness.

Ignoring his father's gloomy gaze, Ying Zhao happily hugged his mother's arm and rubbed it, his almond-shaped eyes, which were exactly the same as his father's, raised proudly.

Zaizai's intelligence far exceeded that of ordinary children. Chu Yuening only took a quarter of an hour to teach him the initials, finals and tones.

So next she began to teach more specific pinyin exercises.

"Zhao Zhao, look, we can pronounce a word by combining the initials and finals, such as ying-zhao."

"Ying, Zhao~"

"Wow! I can really spell it out! How magical!"

The literacy of the Qin Dynasty relied entirely on word of mouth and instruction from teachers, and a complete teaching system had not yet been formed.

The emergence of pinyin is undoubtedly a subversive innovation.

Ying Zhao looked like he had obtained an interesting toy. He pointed at the pinyin alphabet with his little hand and spelled out words excitedly.

Ying Zheng also realized the importance of the pinyin system at this time. He lowered his eyes and stared at the alphabet for a long time, with a strange light in his dark pupils.

Why are there so few scholars in the world?

It is not only because of the monopoly of knowledge, but also because of the difficulty of reading.

In the Qin Dynasty, anyone who was familiar with Qin characters and laws could take the official examination, which was very easy to pass, but those who successfully passed were rare.

"Yuen Ning, this method should be promoted."

"Of course, pinyin is the first thing to be included in primary school textbooks."

“Children learn to read first, then to recognize, and finally to write.”

"I didn't expect Yue Ning to be so proficient in the way of a teacher."

The sudden praise made Chu Yuening's face blush. She shyly turned her head away from those smiling eyes, and her long eyelashes blinked quickly and uncomfortably.

What's the point of being proficient in teaching? This is just the basic content of compulsory education.

For modern people, in kindergarten, they start by imitating the rooster and saying “O~O~O” under the guidance of the teacher.

After Ying Zheng took the unsatisfied kid to sleep, the moonlight in the hall grew brighter, and its bright light seemed to overshadow the dim candlelight.

After Chu Yuening waved everyone away, she exchanged a red dictionary from the system and handed it to Ying Zheng. The latter looked puzzled, but still took it.

"Yuening, what is this?"

"Hey, this is called a dictionary. If you read it carefully, you will understand the secrets."

Glancing at the quirky woman, Ying Zheng shook his head and laughed.

The slender fingers gently flicked open the thin paper, the bright red color made the fingers look even whiter like jade, and the light blue veins floated on the big bony hands, revealing an inexplicable maturity and sexiness.

Chu Yuening held her cheek and stared at the pair of perfect hands, a hint of obsession in her bright eyes.

Although he appears calm and indifferent on the surface, he is actually screaming in his heart.

A Zheng's hand really pokes her XP.

Her face turned red at the thought of the slender and powerful hands caressing every inch of her skin.

Ying Zheng, whose beauty was coveted, was completely unaware of it. Of course, even if he knew, he would only indulge his young wife and let her do what she wanted.

At this moment, he was holding the dictionary as if it were a treasure, immersed in the vast sea of ​​smoke.

His remarkable foresight enabled him to foresee that the promotion of dictionaries would truly unify the writing system and accent of Daqin, thereby establishing a language that was easy to read and used throughout the country.

Whether it is the communication of government orders or the integration of various regions, the impact is extremely significant and far-reaching.

"A Zheng, are you okay? I'm sleepy..."

"Well, I'll carry Yue Ning to rest."

"Yeah, Ah Zheng, hold me~"

Ying Zheng looked at his coquettish little wife lovingly. The dependence and love on her little face were not concealed at all, which made his heart soften.

He immediately threw the dictionary onto the sofa and then took the warm and soft girl into his arms.

(Dictionary: ...That's not how you treated me just now!)

The two had a large difference in size. The petite woman was forcefully enclosed in the man's tall and broad chest, like yin and yang magatama naturally embedded together.

After putting his young wife on the bed and covering her with a quilt, Ying Zheng went to the bathroom to take a bath.

He has always been very clean and takes a bath and changes clothes almost every day. He was a little late today because he was taking care of his pregnant wife who had difficulty washing up.

A quarter of an hour later, Ying Zheng walked out of the bathroom with wet black hair.

The white undershirt was worn loosely on her body, and the wide open neckline faintly revealed her firm honey-colored chest. Crystal clear water droplets slid across her Adam's apple and hung on it, giving off an alluring luster.

"Hmm? Yue Ning, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Well... I can't sleep without Masahiro around."

Chu Yuening was covered with a thin blanket, and her light and breathable clothes vaguely reflected her icy skin and delicate bones.

Three thousand strands of jet-black hair hang softly on her neck, her face is rosy and her cheeks are pink, her beautiful eyes are moist, filled with a misty and moist air, and her pink lips are plump and tempting to pick.

The sweet and soft voice of coquettishness lingered in Ying Zheng's ears and heart.

He casually wiped his wet hair a few times, then walked to the bed and held the woman's soft little hand.

He bent down and kissed his young wife's uneasy brows. The cold moisture dissipated from her handsome face, and was filled with the tenderness and tenderness of the bright and clear light. His magnetic voice was a little hoarse.

"Wait until I dry my hair before coming back to accompany Yue Ning, okay?"

"No~ Ah Zheng, come up and accompany me."

Chu Yuening protested in a petulant voice, pulling his big hand upwards in a naughty manner.

She also knew that she was indeed too clingy, but since she became pregnant, she had become extremely insecure and needed someone to accompany her all the time.

Ying Zheng couldn't refuse her coquettish words, so he had to gather her black hair behind his back, sit on the bed, hug her clingy little wife, and pat her back with his big hands to coax her to sleep.

Unexpectedly, Chu Yuening, who had just said she was sleepy, was now full of energy.

She pressed down on the stunningly handsome man who had just come out of the bath, and her little hand dishonestly reached into his open collar.

The well-defined muscles are firm and full, revealing a vigorous and powerful strength, showing that he is no mere figurehead.

Ying Zheng half-closed his phoenix eyes, his crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled subtly, and his head couldn't help but tilted up slightly, revealing his fragile Adam's apple, which rolled up and down.

The last bit of rationality suppressed the heat in his heart. He stretched out his big palm to hold down the small hand, his voice extremely hoarse.

"Yuening, no."

Chu Yuening raised her eyebrows, a faint blush appeared at the corners of her eyes, her jade-white face was filled with spring, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of charm and moving style.

Her eyes gradually fixed on the sexy Adam's apple. She blinked her eyelashes, pecked and kissed it, and then spoke softly and coquettishly.

"A Zheng, can you kiss me~"

"...good......"

The moon is bright and the wind is gentle. At this beautiful moment, love slowly flows in the warm room.