A few days later, at the court meeting.

Ying Zheng sat upright on the dragon throne, his majestic phoenix eyes gazing at his ministers through the crown.

"My Great Qin Academy is about to be completed, and I intend to establish a library for students to read."

"Would you be willing to donate the classics in your homes to help us?"

The deep and powerful voice echoed in Zhangtai Palace, making all the ministers look embarrassed.

Classics are precious, but even more precious are the political interests and family prosperity they represent.

Why have most officials since ancient times come from aristocratic families rather than peddlers?

The reason is nothing more than the monopoly of knowledge, which leads to the solidification of classes.

If knowledge spreads to the lower classes and common people also have the opportunity to serve as officials in the court, then the interests of the children of officials will be harmed.

"Your Majesty, I have very few books at home. I'm afraid..."

"I am also..."

“…”

The officials politely declined one by one, looking ashamed.

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, his phoenix eyes showing a smile.

"Oh? I was originally considering having the names of the donors engraved on the academy's stone tablet, but it seems you are not destined for this."

"...Inscribed on a stone tablet?!"

"this..."

The ministers who had just looked embarrassed all had gleams of light in their eyes.

This is a great opportunity to leave your name in history!

When I think that a hundred generations from now, there will still be people standing before the tombstone, admiring and praising their names...

"Your Majesty, I am willing to donate one hundred volumes of classics."

Wang Jian was the first to step forward. As the chief academic officer of the Military Academy, if he did not appear on the stone tablet, how could he have the face to teach the students?

Although he was a military general, he had many military strategies handed down from his family, as well as books captured during battles and methods of leading troops written by himself.

If you count them carefully, there are hundreds of volumes.

"Your Majesty, I am also willing to donate fifty volumes."

The minister who had previously said that he had few books at home now spoke without blushing or beating his heart.

Upon hearing this, other officials immediately echoed his words, fearing that they would be left behind.

"I would like to donate sixty volumes."

"I would like to donate forty volumes."

"I wish..."

One's own failure is regrettable, but the success of colleagues is even more hateful.

They didn't want everyone to appear on the stele, leaving only themselves to be despised.

"Hahaha, I'm so grateful for your generosity!"

Ying Zheng clapped his hands and laughed, very satisfied with today's harvest.

"It is our duty to help your majesty with his worries and difficulties."

Li Si's expression was sincere and his tone was respectful.

This scene impressed all the ministers in the hall.

No wonder he is so highly regarded by His Majesty and holds the position of Prime Minister!

Not only do you have to be capable, you also have to be eloquent.

Chu Yuening looked very proud when she heard the news at noon.

She knew that no one from ancient times to the present could escape the temptation of leaving a name in history.

In modern times, many bigwigs donate funds, equipment and other things to their alma mater.

At this moment, a baby voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Father, eat meat~"

Ying Zhao hugged his father's calf and looked up to beg pitifully.

Ying Zheng put down his chopsticks, picked up the kid with one hand, and stared at his bulging belly in silence.

Noticing the suspicious gaze, Ying Zhao took a deep breath to make his belly flatter.

"Meat smells delicious, Zhao Zhao wants to eat some~"

Chu Yuening couldn't help but laugh at her little act of mischief.

Zizi has learned her skills of acting like a spoiled child perfectly.

"Only one."

Lost in the little boy's sweet cries of "Father", Ying Zheng finally picked up a small piece of meat pie and fed it to him.

Ying Zhao chewed the delicious meat pie with contentment and did not forget to express his gratitude.

"Thank you, Father~"

"Okay, now be quiet for a while and don't disturb me and your mother while we eat."

Ying Zheng picked up the kid and put him on the blanket, then picked up the chopsticks again.

Chu Yuening looked at this scene with a smile on her face and suddenly made a joke.

"A Zheng, what do you think about Zhao Zhao's birthday gift? I'd like to prepare him a full banquet."

"He's still young and can't eat much."

"Okay, let's eat first."

The woman's absent-mindedness made Ying Zheng frown slightly, and he raised his hand to pick up half a full bowl of food for her.

After lunch, Chu Yuening suggested that the family go for a stroll in the Imperial Garden.

The carefree time of the baby will only last for a few years, and she wants to leave some beautiful and happy memories for the baby.

Ying Zheng would naturally not refuse his lover's small request.

He picked up Ying Zhao with one hand and walked out holding Chu Yuening's hand with the other.

Now it is early spring, and the flowers, plants and trees in the Imperial Garden have sprouted green buds, creating a vibrant scene.

"Mother, it's sprouted~"

Ying Zhao pointed at a tree in front of him that was sprouting new buds, his big eyes full of curiosity and excitement.

"Well, you're really smart, baby~ Trees grow new leaves in spring and they fall off in autumn."

"Baby, do you want to touch it?"

Chu Yuening pinched his chubby little hand and asked gently.

"think!"

Ying Zhao happily replied, "It's so green, I love it!"

Hearing this, Ying Zheng also indulged him and walked to the tree.

"Soft and comfortable~"

The soft young leaves are as smooth and delicate as silk, and are filled with the breath of spring.

Ying Zhao gently stroked the tender leaves with his small hands and did not pull them off.

Noticing this small detail, a hint of relief and pride flashed across Chu Yuening's eyes.

Zhao Zhao is actually a baby with a soft heart.

"Come down and take a walk."

Zhao Zhao is almost one year old and can gradually walk a few steps. Ying Zheng wants to train the little guy.

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