Ever since Han Xin became the young prince's martial arts master, his life has become more and more comfortable.
Not only did His Majesty allow him to practice martial arts in the martial arts arena, but the Empress also had the palace servants prepare unlimited amounts of precious meat for him.
So, Han Xin spent the whole day teaching the little prince and exercising. He was so eager to get up and practice martial arts that he almost lived in the training ground.
Even Ying Zheng was impressed by his madness, and Ying Zhao admired Master Wu more and more, saying that he wanted to learn from him.
In the Qinian Palace, Chu Yuening pinched the little man's arm, which looked like a lotus root node, and couldn't help laughing and joking.
"Look at your tiny arms and legs. You should wait until you grow up."
"Mother, Zhao Zhao is not afraid of hardship!"
Ying Zhao puffed out his cheeks, looking somewhat unconvinced. His big eyes were clear and bright, full of seriousness and stubbornness.
Chu Yuening rubbed his little head, her eyes gentle as she taught him patiently.
"Mother knows that our Zhao Zhao is a man, but you are still young, so you have to learn step by step."
"Uh... okay."
"But why is Master Han so anxious?"
"When Zhao Zhao was in class, he was practicing martial arts. When Zhao Zhao was out of class, he was still practicing martial arts."
Children are always particularly sensitive to emotions. During the days he spent with Han Xin, Ying Zhao could sense the anxiety beneath his hearty smile.
It was just like how he felt when he didn't finish his homework and was afraid of being spanked by his father.
Before Chu Yuening could answer, Ying Zheng, who was teasing his daughter at the side, took the lead in explaining.
"Because he made a bet, he has to give it his all, otherwise he will lose everything."
"Bet?"
"Mother said that betting is a bad thing."
Ying Zhao didn't understand the deeper meaning of his father's words, but instead focused on another point. He frowned and shook his head in disapproval.
Chu Yuening looked at her darling baby, her heart seemed to melt into a pool of spring water. She picked up the little guy, her voice as soft as the breeze.
"Baby, most people in this world don't have many resources when they are born. They may not even have enough to eat."
"They have to rely on their own hands to fight for everything, whether it's money, status, or opportunities."
"Maybe he'll be lucky enough to meet someone who will help him, but first he has to prove his worth."
A person's life is full of gambles: birth, education, work, marriage...
Isn’t the interaction between people a measure of value?
When working as a blogger in modern times, Chu Yuening also gambled everything, including time, energy, and offers. At the beginning, no one around her was optimistic about her.
In the end, through her own efforts, her partners saw her value, and she became an overnight success and achieved some success.
The same is true for Han Xin today. If you want to succeed, you must place a bet first.
"Your value...is so complicated, Zhao Zhao doesn't understand."
Ying Zhao felt dizzy and his big eyes were filled with confusion. He scratched his face and muttered.
He has lived under the protection of his parents since he was young, with fine clothes and delicious food, and has no worries. He does not understand that things that are easily available require ordinary people to spend their entire lives to obtain.
But the young eagle must learn to fly one day.
Only after experiencing the ups and downs of life and becoming familiar with the sufferings of the world can he become a qualified emperor.
Ying Zheng stared at the ignorant child, his phoenix eyes were deep, dark, and mysterious, like the endless night.
"Zhao Zhao will understand in the future."
"Yeah, okay~"
"Now, can Father and Mother help Master Han?"
Ying Zhao pouted and begged in a coquettish tone, his black and white eyes were crystal clear, with the innocence of a child.
He didn't have the complicated thoughts and considerations of adults. He only knew that his older brother was a good person and was his friend, so he had to help.
Ying Zheng lowered his eyes and stared at the kid, frowning helplessly, finally understanding what it meant to "play the bull's horn against the bull".
He and Yue Ning spent a lot of time talking and explaining the whole thing, but the kid didn't listen to a word he said.
Chu Yuening understood very well that children don’t have so many twists and turns. Their world is black and white, and they like whoever treats them well.
"Okay, for Zhao Zhao's sake, Mother will help Master Han."
"Great! Mother is so kind, the kindest fairy~"
The little boy was visibly happy. He quickly threw himself into his mother's soft arms and uttered sweet words to her without hesitation.
Ying Zheng glanced at the sweet-talking brat, then looked up at his trembling wife, and pursed his thin lips unconsciously.
He clearly praised Yue Ning every night, so why didn’t Yue Ning smile so happily?
Chu Yuening was completely unaware of someone's grievances. After playing with her baby for a while, she asked the system to exchange something.
"Elite special forces training method?"
"What are special forces?"
Ying Zheng looked at the eight big characters on the cover of the book, his brows furrowed, and asked in confusion.
Chu Yuening leaned lazily on the man's shoulder. When she heard the question, she lowered her eyelashes and thought for a while before speaking.
"It literally means special forces, similar to the Qin Ruishi, Wei Wuzu, and Qi Jiji."
Ying Zheng immediately understood the metaphor. He opened the book with great interest and read it carefully.
After a while, he raised his eyelids, his eyes sparkling, and there was a hint of eagerness on his calm and steady face.
Seeing this, Chu Yuening curled the corners of her lips.
Suddenly, a hint of reminiscence appeared between her brows, and she told the man about the special forces of later dynasties.
The Xuanjia Army and Modao Team of the Tang Dynasty, the Beiwei Army of the Song Dynasty, the Iron Pagoda of the Jin Dynasty, the Shenjiying of the Ming Dynasty, the Guanning Iron Cavalry...
They all had their glorious moments and left a mark in history, but were eventually buried in thick dust.
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