Ying Zheng has always had strong execution ability.
Three days later, the resumes of all the teachers and students in the law school were placed on the imperial desk.
Chu Yue stared at the thick stack of booklets and sighed. Children's education has always been a difficult task since ancient times.
If it were in modern times, she and A Zheng would be parents who racked their brains to choose cram schools for their children.
Hearing the woman's sigh, Ying Zheng, who was flipping through a booklet, looked up with a puzzled look on his face.
"Yuening, are you tired?"
"No, I just think choosing a teacher is not an easy task."
"If Yue Ning feels troubled, I will come."
Ying Zheng had already figured out Yue Ning's personality. She was not very willing to deal with these boring things.
On weekdays, she was too lazy to touch memorials and the like. Only when she was busy with government affairs and felt sorry for him would she reluctantly review some.
"I still have to keep a close eye on matters concerning Zhao Zhao's education."
"Raising a child for a hundred years means worrying about him for ninety-nine years!"
Chu Yuening suddenly sighed and picked up the booklet to read it carefully.
Apart from parents, teachers are undoubtedly the people who have the greatest influence on children's values, values and personalities, so they must be carefully selected. They must not only be knowledgeable but also have impeccable character and moral conduct.
She hopes that her future children will be decisive yet kind, kind yet sharp, not follow the crowd, and have their own opinions.
"That's quite apt."
Ying Zheng looked at the little boy who looked 50% like him, well-behaved and cute, and a tenderness gradually appeared in his phoenix eyes.
But...why are you so obsessed with painting?
And the painting is... well...
Never mind, the kid is very talented. I will select a few teachers for him and teach him all the imperial arts.
In this way, even if he becomes a king who maintains the status quo in the future, he will be able to protect the vast territory of the Qin Dynasty.
The autumn light outside the window is quiet and bright, and the atmosphere inside the house is also quiet and warm.
After Ying Zhao finished the last stroke, he carefully admired the colorful painting, nodding his head from time to time as if to appraise it.
"Mother! Look~"
Ying Zhao stood on a chair, climbed onto the table holding the drawing paper, wiggling his chubby little butt, and couldn't wait to show off to his mother.
But the faint baby voice did not attract Chu Yuening's attention. Once she put her mind to doing something, she would be extremely focused and obsessed.
However, Ying Zheng on the opposite side noticed it keenly. He looked down at the little boy's actions with interest.
Seeing that his mother ignored him, Ying Zhao pouted and continued to crawl towards his mother stubbornly, but accidentally knocked a booklet to the ground.
“Bang!”
The crisp collision sound finally woke Chu Yuening up. She looked up blankly, only to find that Zizi had been sitting in front of her desk without her knowing when.
Chu Yuening looked at the high desk, then at the innocent-looking kid, and became extremely angry.
The floor of Zhangtai Palace is made of hard bricks and stones, not the thick and soft woolen blanket in Qinian Palace. The baby has delicate skin and tender flesh. What if he falls?
"Baby, don't climb onto the table next time. It's very dangerous at such a height, okay?"
Chu Yuening picked up the baby, patted his little butt twice, and gave him a stern warning.
Ying Zhao, who had never experienced pain, didn't understand why his mother was angry, but he still nodded in agreement.
Seeing that Zaizai had repented, Chu Yuening didn't care about it anymore, but when she glanced at the child's father who was watching the show at the side, she became angry again.
"A Zheng! Have you seen Zi Zi climbing on the table a long time ago?"
"Yuening, I just realized it too."
The slight anger on the woman's face made Ying Zheng feel guilty for a second, but he still told a white lie without changing his expression.
As the kid is a boy, he naturally cannot be spoiled everywhere, not to mention that I am watching him secretly.
"Yeah..."
Chu Yuening glanced at the man suspiciously, and the innocence in her black eyes did not seem fake.
Chu Yuening withdrew her gaze in disappointment, took the booklet picked up by the palace maid and opened it casually.
When he saw the word "Xiao He", his pupils suddenly shrank and he quickly looked at the information such as his hometown, resume, etc.
After finally confirming that it was indeed Prime Minister Xiao, one of the three great men of the early Han Dynasty, Chu Yue's eyes were filled with surprise.
After Xiao He assisted Liu Bang in establishing the Han Dynasty, he was loyal to the country and selfless. He devoted his entire life to the Han Dynasty and was determined to let all the people in the world live a peaceful and prosperous life.
Although he was criticized for conspiring with Empress Lü to murder Han Xin, it is undeniable that he was definitely a capable minister.
However, what is dramatic is that such a talented person is hiding right under Chu Yuening's nose. Thinking of Zhang Liang who surrendered not long ago, she couldn't help but sigh.
Xuegong, how many surprises do you have that I don’t know about?
"Mom, look~"
Ying Zhao looked up at his dazed mother. He raised his hands until they were tired. He pouted and shook his mother's arm.
Her thoughts were interrupted, and Chu Yuening stopped thinking about it. She took Zaizai's painting and looked at it expectantly.
A few days ago, she taught Zaizai some painting skills. I think he should have made some progress today, right?
But when I saw the familiar wild and abstract style of painting, I was instantly numb.
Okay, son, let's not learn to paint. Mother is afraid that you will be laughed at by future generations...
“It’s made some progress.”
Seeing the indescribable expression on the woman's face, Ying Zheng raised his eyes slightly, took the painting, looked at it carefully, and praised it.
The little dumpling was so happy that he danced with joy. Chu Yuening had no choice but to pinch his baby fat, which felt very nice in her hands, and smiled dotingly.
What a gullible little fool.
The next day, Ying Zheng selected the ten most knowledgeable people and summoned them to the palace, and Xiao He was among them.
According to Chu Yuening's suggestion, these ten people need to teach Zhao Zhao in turn, and they will observe from the side.
At this time, Xiao He, who was waiting in the outer hall, looked nervous and excited, with beads of sweat appearing on the palms and back of his hands.
He knew that the opportunity to stand out and soar to fame had come.
Time passed slowly in everyone's torment. Who wouldn't want to be the prince's teacher? Moreover, when the prince ascended the throne, he would be the emperor's teacher!
The power and glory represented by this made everyone's heart burn with excitement.
One person went in and one person came out. When it was finally Xiao Heshi's turn, he took a deep breath and followed the palace servants slowly into the hall.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
"Well, let's get started."
Ying Zheng nodded slightly, the pressure and aura of an emperor were intimidating.
Although Xiao He was young, he was extremely calm and composed, and his behavior was neither humble nor arrogant.
He stood up and walked over to sit down opposite the little prince. Looking at the little prince's chubby little face and clear big eyes, he was a little speechless.
Even though I knew in advance that the current crown prince was less than two years old, when I saw this little child with my own eyes, I still doubted whether he could really understand such obscure and profound knowledge at such a young age.
But no matter whether the little prince could understand or not, Xiao He still wanted to teach him to the best of his ability. He didn't want to waste this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Things are unpredictable, all he can do is give it his all.
Even though he missed the opportunity in the end, Xiao He had no regrets.
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