Chu Yuening watched Zhang Liang's departing back and sighed softly.
Some things have nothing to do with right or wrong, but are just different positions. In the tide of history, weak countries are destined to perish.
How many people in history have had the same situation as Zhang Liang?
But the wheel of time always rolls forward.
I hope he can figure it out, if he still refuses to change...
"Yuening, to avoid any accidents, I will send the Black Ice Guards to monitor him."
Ying Zheng opened his thin lips slightly, but the coldness in his eyes had not yet faded.
In his previous life, Zhang Liang assassinated him, and in this life he assassinated Yue Ning. If Yue Ning had not pleaded for mercy, he would never have left this disaster behind.
"Okay, let him think about it first. If he still has any ill intentions, I won't be soft-hearted."
"Talent is not as important as my A Zheng~"
Chu Yuening interlocked her fingers with the man, her bright little face full of flattery.
The ice in Ying Zheng's eyes instantly melted into a soft spring pool, and he no longer cared.
At lunch time, the family was sitting around the table eating.
Ying Zhao also stood on the elevated chair and ate the complementary food obediently with a small spoon.
"Baby, are you full?"
Chu Yuening glanced at the clean little bowl and was a little worried that the baby wouldn't be full.
"Mom, Zhao Zhao is full, his belly is swollen."
Ying Zhao puffed out his round belly and patted it with his little hands.
"Mom, Zhao Zhao wants to play ball~"
"You can't play after eating, or your stomach will hurt."
"Okay."
Chu Yuening held the baby on the blanket and let him play with the Rubik's Cube that Mo Ju gave him.
Ying Zheng next to him pursed his lips and asked, "Why is this kid so annoying?"
After the meal, the two of them lay down on the bed for a nap. Ying Zheng hesitated for a moment and then tried to test it.
"Yuening, Zhaozhao can speak now. Why not start teaching him now?"
"...Huh? A-Masamune, are you serious?"
"Zhao Zhao is only a one-year-old baby!"
Chu Yuening's face flushed with anger. She pressed on the man's chest, holding his face and questioning him.
Ying Zheng pressed the woman against the back of her neck, stroking her chin with his slightly calloused fingers.
"Yuening, Zhaozhao is very talented. It wouldn't be a waste if he were to receive early enlightenment."
"But..."
"As a descendant of the Qin imperial family, Zhao Zhao is destined to have an extraordinary future."
Chu Yuening was silent for a long time. Thinking of the colorful glass fruit and the death of Qin II in history, she finally gave in.
"Okay, but we have to take Zhao Zhao's energy into consideration."
"Don't worry, Yuening, I am also his father."
Ying Zheng would not assign homework so cruelly, because the kid's soft little hands couldn't even hold a brush.
The main thing is to teach Zhaozhao to recognize some words and cultivate some basic concepts.
Chu Yuening bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, looking worried.
Will the child be unable to adapt to the boring teaching? Is he overworking his brain at such a young age? And Xiaozhuan script is so abstract that it must be difficult to learn...
As the saying goes, raising a child for a hundred years means worrying about him for ninety-nine years. This is Chu Yuening's mentality at the moment.
"A Zheng, don't you think Xiaozhuan is too complicated?"
"Well, there are some."
Ying Zheng pondered for a moment, and even though he was proficient in small seal script, he couldn't help but agree.
"Ahem, A Zheng, the immortal once taught me a kind of immortal language that is concise, easy to understand and read."
"Yuening, do you want to replace small seal characters with immortal characters?"
"Yes, A Zheng, you see, Daqin has been making progress, and its writing system should also improve."
Chu Yuening stood up and knelt down, a serious look on her face.
Simple characters can promote the spread of culture and thus promote the development of civilization. In order to popularize education among the people in the future, character reform is imperative.
"That makes sense. I'll trouble Yue Ning to organize the immortal text."
I don’t know how exquisite this so-called immortal text is that Yue Ning admires it so much.
Ying Zheng agreed after only a moment's thought. Whether it could replace the small seal script would be clear when the time came.
"Okay, Yue Ning, take a rest."
Ying Zheng held the woman's waist and let her lie in his arms, stroking her black hair with his big hands to coax her to sleep.
In the afternoon, inside Zhangtai Palace.
Ying Zhao sat on his father's lap, with a stern face, and studied hard to learn to read.
For him, who has a photographic memory, learning is nothing more than a challenging pleasure.
As time passed, Ying Zhao learned faster and faster and understood things quickly.
This amazing performance made Ying Zheng unable to help but praise him, and his serious face was full of pride.
"Zhao Zhao is indeed my son, extremely intelligent."
"Of course, our cub is very smart."
Chu Yuening, who was writing in simplified Chinese characters opposite, also echoed, her brows relaxed.
Recalling modern parents who are exhausted from teaching their children homework, Chu Yuening couldn't help but feel fortunate.
Receiving generous praise from his father and mother, Ying Zhao rarely felt shy and covered his face with his hands, laughing happily.
This smug look made Ying Zheng and Chu Yuening both chuckle with their hands covering their lips.
After teaching for another cup of tea, Ying Zhao was obviously running out of energy.
"Father, Zhao Zhao is tired~"
The little girl turned around and buried herself in her father's arms, her soft and tender voice filled with fatigue.
"Well, that's all for today."
Ying Zheng gently picked up the little boy and handed him to a palace servant to take back to sleep.
A trace of heartache flashed across Chu Yuening's starry eyes, but she hardened her heart and continued writing in simplified Chinese.
Gradually, the sun set in the west, and the orange-yellow glow shone on the woman's focused little face, peaceful and beautiful.
Ying Zheng, who had just finished dealing with a stack of memorials, happened to see this scene. The corners of his lips curled up, and his phoenix eyes were filled with only one person.
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