After reading it, Gan Luo's hands trembled even more violently. Eagles soared in the sky, fish swam in the shallows, and all creatures competed for freedom in the frosty sky. He felt a strong fear in his heart that the Qin Dynasty would develop into this.

This is going to change the world, and I don’t know if the Qin Dynasty can withstand such a turmoil.

"Your Highness has lofty ambitions, which this old minister cannot match." Gan Luo smiled bitterly.

"Haha, there are still things you can't compare to. You were promoted to Shangqing at the age of twelve." Speaking of the past, there was a hint of nostalgia in Ying Zheng's eyes.

"Your Highness is right in some of his words. A hero never brags about his past achievements. The new generation pushes the old generation forward." Gan Luo said with emotion.

I don’t know how His Highness came up with these golden sentences. The more I listen to them, the more I feel that this is how it should be.

"You are starting to be modest. Qingrui is still too young. She is not strong enough. You must not praise her like this in front of her." Ying Zheng curled his lips, in a very good mood.

"I understand, old minister." Gan Luo responded seriously, understanding what His Majesty meant.

He didn't want His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to be proud and complacent. If he didn't have a clear mind, and was overly proud and complacent and couldn't recognize himself, he would bury the Qin Dynasty in the abyss.

"I feel relieved to have you teaching Qingrui." Ying Zheng said sincerely.

He had previously planned to find two teachers for Zhao Qingrui, one was Li Si and the other was Shusun Tong, but Zhao Qingrui was unwilling to learn, so the matter was temporarily shelved.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Qingrui invited Gan Luo back and gave him a big surprise.

The pile of poems that Zhao Qingrui practiced calligraphy with were carefully collected by Ying Zheng.

Although the handwriting was ordinary, it was written by his daughter, so he kept it as a collection.

"Father has a hobby of collecting things?" I wondered as I watched my father personally sorting out the pile of papers used for calligraphy practice.

She wrote down a lot of the excellent poems she remembered. As for the anti-poems mixed in, she looked at her father calmly. Wouldn't he be angry?

Such a good temper?

"This is what you wrote. I'll take it out and read it when I have nothing to do." Ying Zheng chuckled. These poems are indeed worth collecting.

As for anti-poetry, he really doesn't care.

Zhao Qingrui has the courage and ability to do things, he is just against poetry.

Fusu didn't even dare to look him in the eye when he refuted him. It's better for his daughter to be like this.

"Okay." Dad didn't care at all. He was worthy of being the First Emperor. She couldn't help but admire his broad mind.

Regarding the construction of the academy, Zhao Qingrui asked Feng Quji for a detailed construction plan and began planning it.

The construction of the Great Wall stopped, and the prisoners were temporarily staying in Shangjun and Jiuyuanjun.

The stay of a large number of prisoners would be a considerable expense for the Qin Dynasty, even if it was just for food. These prisoners must be arranged as soon as possible.

Zhao Qingrui planned to start by arranging these prisoners to the nearby counties.

As for the Xiongnu territories that had just been conquered, they had not yet been completely transformed into the land of the Qin Dynasty, so it was natural to build up the existing areas of the Qin Dynasty first.

Zhao Qingrui told his father about his plan, and then left Xianyang with Yuan Shenbai, Wang Yuan and others.

The roads in Daqin are now much easier to travel and riding a horse is more convenient.

"Your Highness, there is a stream ahead where we can set up camp." After a day's journey, it was getting late and there were no houses around, so it would be fine to stay in the wild for a night.

"Then let's set up camp here." Zhao Qingrui looked over there. The terrain was flat and there were no tall trees around. There was only a small stream not far away. The water in the stream was clear and it looked pretty good.

"Your Highness, why do you want to take me with you?" Wang Yuan looked at Zhao Qingrui in confusion.

He has done a good job in the Weiwei Office and should be promoted by the end of the year. If he can hold on for a few more years, he might be able to manage the entire Weiwei Office.

"I'm in need of a guard. Don't you want one?" Zhao Qingrui gave him a bag of beef jerky and said with a smile.

"How could that be? It is my honor to be your Highness's bodyguard." Wang Yuan said seriously, swallowed his saliva, and took the beef jerky.

"You seem to be getting more and more bored the older you get. Are you going to spend your whole life in the Weiwei Office? The world outside is still very vast. I want you to go see more of it in the future and conquer more territories for the Qin Dynasty." Zhao Qingrui patted Wang Yuan on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, Your Highness." After two seconds of silence, Wang Yuan said seriously.

He had originally planned to pursue a career in literature, and after working in the Weiwei Office for two years, he gradually understood the Grand Master's intentions.

However, his little bit of self-esteem made him want to make some achievements in the court.

In short, he was too embarrassed to go back and admit his mistake, so he could only continue walking forward helplessly.

Now Zhao Qingrui's words made him feel a little embarrassed.

The tent was a bit shabby and certainly not as comfortable as the East Palace, but Zhao Qingrui didn't really care.

On the other hand, Wang Yuan had several mosquito bites on his face, and the circles around his eyes were dark, as if he had stayed up all night.

"Hehe, you attract mosquitoes. I'll give this to you. Just spray a little on your body and no mosquitoes will bite you." Wang Yuan, with a swollen face, immediately made Zhao Qingrui laugh.

"Thank you, Your Highness." This smell is so fragrant. Is it really effective against mosquitoes? Wang Yuan was a little skeptical.

The journey to Shangjun was still very safe. Along the way, Zhao Qingrui looked at the current lives of the people and smiled more.

She still remembered the numb expressions on the faces of the people when she first went to Xianyang.

It’s great to see these people’s faces filled with hopeful smiles.

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