Thinking of this, Chu Yuening's beautiful eyes narrowed.

She held the little guy in her arms and looked into the big eyes with distinct black and white, her tone more serious than ever before.

Now, she no longer treats him as a child, but communicates with him as an equal.

"Jue'er, do you want a teacher to teach you?"

"teacher?"

Ying Jue murmured and repeated, his brows furrowed, obviously feeling very conflicted.

For him, learning knowledge is not difficult. He can understand it by himself after spending a little time. Why does he need others to teach him?

However, he also keenly observed the secular rules.

Not everyone can learn without a teacher. They need to learn to read and write with a teacher, and progress step by step as they grow older.

But he couldn't accept such a boring way.

Chu Yuening seemed to have noticed the child's little thoughts. She touched his soft and smooth black hair and gave him earnest advice.

"Jue'er, you can indeed learn a lot of knowledge from books."

"However, books are also written by people, so they are not entirely correct and are mixed with the author's subjective consciousness."

“If one day the knowledge framework you have built based on the experiences of others contradicts your own thinking, then you need to move from books to practice, exploring the truth step by step.”

“Practice makes perfect, and for this step, you need a teacher to guide you.”

The woman's tone of voice was neither fast nor slow, like the sound of a spring flowing through the mountains, or like the cool breeze in summer, refreshing the heart.

No perfunctory excuses, no tough control.

It contains only the purest love of a mother.

Ying Jue felt warm in his heart at his mother's good intentions. He lowered his eyes and thought seriously.

After a while, the long and thick eyelashes slowly lifted up, and the child's voice was still childish, but inexplicably had a maturity beyond his age.

"Mother, I understand."

"Mother mentioned this matter today. She must have a candidate in mind, right?"

"I want to meet him first."

Chu Yuening pretended to be listening attentively, but her thoughts had been wandering for a while.

Isn't her kid too smart?!

And he inherited her appearance perfectly, looking like a fairy boy from heaven.

He has all the top qualities of a novel's male protagonist.

In addition, this is the first time that Juer has spoken so much.

Could it be that you were too lazy to say it before?

Seeing that his mother remained silent, Ying Jue raised his little face and asked obediently.

"Did I make things difficult for Mother?"

The pupils of the baby are black and translucent, as if there are bright stars twinkling, which can easily see through people's hearts.

At this moment, filled with admiration and concern, Chu Yuening's brows softened and she hurried to explain.

"Ah... no, mother will arrange for you to meet in a while."

"He's very busy at the moment."

"However, with his talent, it will be soon..."

Thinking back to that genius, she was full of confidence, and there was a hint of anticipation in her bright eyes.

What kind of confrontation will there be between him and Jue'er, who is equally evil?

Who has stronger talent between the two?

The weather is getting hotter day by day, and the sound of cicadas can be heard one after another among the lush treetops.

As Chu Yuening expected, Lu Qi finally came out of seclusion at the end of February.

Using only the Mohist mechanical techniques, he successfully developed a machine tool for producing pencils and built an efficient and convenient production line.

Only a small amount of manpower is needed to complete each process by pedaling or hand cranking.

Even though Chu Yuening knew very little about mechanical principles, she could still feel the huge value contained therein.

The pencil factory had already been planned and built, so she immediately ordered people to start the production line, recruit workers, and produce pencils in large quantities.

At the same time, Lu Qi received a generous reward and an imperial summons.

"Why does the Queen want to see me?"

The teacher excitedly patted his favorite student on the shoulder and laughed heartily.

"Hahaha, good boy, don't you understand?"

"Her Majesty has always valued talents and selected the virtuous and capable. You have won Her Majesty's favor!"

"Um...so?"

Lu Qi scratched his messy hair and said indifferently.

The teacher noticed the indifference on his face, and felt very disappointed in him.

"With the Empress's favor, why worry about fame, wealth and power?"

"But these don't interest me."

"Now I have enough food and clothing in the academy, and I am content."

Lu Qi spoke calmly, as if he regarded fame and fortune as dirt.

Seeing that he refused to listen, the teacher sighed heavily and tried to persuade him earnestly.

"You have to graduate eventually. You can't stay in the academy forever."

"How will you manage your food, clothing, shelter, and transportation for the next few decades? How will you dedicate yourself to your studies?"

These heartfelt words were thought-provoking. Lu Qi stroked his chin, thinking.

The teacher gritted his teeth and used his last trump card.

"If you make more contributions, maybe the Queen will build an independent research laboratory for you."

"I'll tell you a little secret. The chief priest of our Institute of Technology was also highly favored by the Empress, and that's why he was able to enter the military factory research institute."

"Don't you want to have a laboratory of your own?"

Every word was more bewitching than the last, building a beautiful blueprint for the future, which was exactly what Lu Qi desired in his heart.

He changed his casual attitude, his eyes became brighter and brighter, his heart was surging, and he blurted out the words of promise.

"Then I'll go to the palace right away!"

"Hey, wait!"

The teacher quickly grabbed the disheveled student and shouted to dissuade him.

"I know you're anxious, but don't worry."

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