The two stood in the yard and had a heated discussion for a long time. Zhao Jun described to him the simple manual plowing device they were looking at.
The top of the plow is made of wood, for people to push by hand, and the bottom part that is in the soil is made of a curved iron hook for easy use.
It didn't take long for Ju Zi to understand what she said.
"The structure you want is very simple. I can find someone to make it for you tomorrow."
By the time Zhao Jun finished speaking, Ju Zi's interest waned. What she was talking about was too simple. Anyone in the Mohist school could make it. It was not a magical artifact that could arouse his interest.
"Okay, then you can just send someone to deliver the things to Wang Taicang in the western suburbs."
Zhao Jun knew that this kind of thing must be very simple for the Mohists, and when she got more advanced things in the future, she would still have to rely on the Mohists to make them.
"My lord, the things I want are available here." She turned around and looked at the person standing behind her.
Since she and Juzi started talking, he had been standing silently behind them without disturbing them. Only now did Zhao Jun remember him.
However, Ying Zheng was not angry. After all, they were working for him, and a little unreasonableness from his subordinates was still within his tolerance, Ying Zheng thought.
"Then let's go."
Ying Zheng came here without saying a word and left in a hurry, but the King of Zhao still followed her happily.
After leaving the house, Zhao Jun was still in a good mood. They returned to the palace along the same route. When they were halfway there, Zhao Jun saw a person walking not far behind.
Look at this figure
"Father Wang An"
It’s Fusu again!
Zhao Jun couldn't help but sigh. What was going on? This was the third time she had met Fusu in the palace. Did Fusu have nothing to do all day?
Zhao Jun was in a complicated mood, but someone else's mood was even more complicated than hers.
Yes, it’s Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng had complicated feelings towards this child. On the one hand, he really treated him as his only heir. Although he was a little too gentle, it was not a big deal. But after listening to what Zhao Jun said last time, he felt very disappointed. As his own child, how could he not have a bit of domineering spirit?
He had no idea how to change Fusu.
"Well, what brings you to the palace today?" Although he felt complicated in his heart, his expression was still cold as usual.
"Your son came to the palace today to visit my father and mother." The teenager stood there respectfully and looked at him with bright eyes.
"Well, go see your mother."
As soon as Ying Zheng heard it, he knew it was his mother looking for him, that person, Madam Chu. Ying Zheng frowned.
As soon as Ying Zheng finished speaking, Fusu's eyes darkened and his expression became a little gloomy.
Zhao Jun stood aside and watched the conversation between the father and son quietly.
It has to be said that the relationship is nothing like that of father and son, and is not even as good as that of a monarch and his subjects. Even the King of Zhao would not speak so coldly to Ying Zheng.
She looked at Fusu's visibly gloomy face and couldn't help but sigh. She really couldn't blame Fusu entirely. Ying Zheng really didn't know how to raise a child and didn't know how to train an heir.
Zhao Jun watched silently for a long time. Seeing that the atmosphere between father and son was about to become tense, she sighed and walked out.
"Your Majesty, the young master is going to the palace on the same route as us. Why don't we let him follow us and chat. It won't be too late for him to visit his mother after we get to the palace." Zhao Jun said to Ying Zheng with a smile, blinking his eyes wildly.
Fusu immediately became alert upon hearing this and looked at him expectantly.
Ying Zheng frowned and looked at Zhao Jun.
What is she doing? When did she have a say here?
"Come on."
Ying Zheng turned around and walked ahead. It wouldn't be a bad idea for them to walk together anyway.
Zhao Jun stayed behind and smiled knowingly at the people walking away. He was really arrogant.
"Hurry up and catch up."
She looked at Fusu who was standing next to her in a daze and patted him, then she chased after him without caring about him. Fusu then came to his senses and quickly trotted after him.
When Fusu really stood behind Ying Zheng on the left and walked forward with him, he still felt a sense of unreality in his heart. He was taking a walk with his father!
Zhao Jun followed behind and felt anxious as he looked at the two silent people. It was such a long journey, why didn’t they chat?
Things had come to this point, so Zhao Jun had no choice but to take the initiative to start a conversation.
"What has Fusu been doing lately, going to school?"
"Yes, I have to take classes with the teacher every day." Fusu answered softly.
"Then do you want to learn martial arts?" Zhao Jun was a little curious. History said that Fusu was well-read and gentle and polite, but it didn't seem to mention whether he was good at fighting.
"I only learn archery with my attendants every afternoon, but I don't know much else."
Fusu said with some shame, will his father despise him because he doesn't know martial arts.
"Oh, that's good too. It's very good." Zhao Jun saw his shame and praised him.
"Have you been close to Changping Jun recently?" Ying Zheng suddenly asked.
Changping Jun? Zhao Jun suddenly remembered this person. Wasn’t this the first time she met Fusu, and Fusu was pleading for this person?
Changping Jun? Come to think of it, he was Fusu's uncle. He later defected when Qin conquered Chu and became the last monarch of Chu!
Fusu was close to him? Zhao Jun secretly shook his head.
"Replying to Father, I only visit my uncle once every two weeks, so I can tell Mother about it."
"Well, just visit him once every two weeks. You don't have to interact with him too much. Don't worry about the affairs of the Chu State in the future. You don't have to listen to your mother all the time." Ying Zheng glanced at him indifferently.
"Yes, I know."
Although Fusu said this, his mother would make a fuss every time something happened in Chu State. How could he just ignore it?
"We've arrived at the front hall. Let's go see your mother."
Before they knew it, they had reached the door of the front hall. Ying Zheng sent Fusu away, and just as the King of Zhao was about to escape, he was called into the hall by Ying Zheng.
"Your Majesty, do you have any other instructions?" Zhao Jun asked in confusion.
"I see you seem to like Fusu very much." Ying Zheng walked to his seat and sat down, staring at her and suddenly said.
"Well, how should I put it, it's a pity." Zhao Jun has always had a filter for Fusu and really feels sorry for this young man in history.
"Do you think Fusu will be a good emperor?" Ying Zheng looked at her and suddenly wanted to ask her what she thought.
"I don't know either. I can only say that if Fusu had succeeded to the throne, Qin would not have perished in the second generation. It would be enough for him to be an emperor who maintained the status quo after you." Originally, Fusu should have led Qin to recuperate.
Ying Zheng was silent for a long time, no one knew what he was thinking. Zhao Jun waited for a long time but he didn't speak. Then he thought for a while and said.
"Actually, you don't have to worry about him. Maybe you'll be on the throne for a long time. When you're in your seventies or eighties and still the emperor, it won't matter whether he's the crown prince or not. You can still appoint a grandson as the crown prince."
Zhao Jun really thought so, so she stopped worrying about it.
After hearing her words, Ying Zheng suddenly had an epiphany.
Too
I can still be the emperor for a long time
He can also protect Fusu for a long time.
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