Neither the father nor the daughter cared about Zhao Gao's thoughts, nor did they take him seriously. It was just that Ying Zheng was more comfortable using him, and he was not used to it when he was suddenly replaced.
"Come to my palace?" Looking at his own palace, Zhao Qingrui's mouth twitched.
"Well, I've finished reading the book I got before, so I'll try another one." Ying Zheng chuckled. The books his daughter had were very interesting.
"You haven't finished reading these books yet?" Zhao Qingrui asked in confusion. Her father was much more idle than her, so how could he not finish reading them yet?
"I haven't finished reading those storybooks, but I have finished reading all the other books, such as The Emperor's Style and The Essentials of Zhenguan's Government. You can read more of these when you have time." Ying Zheng glanced at the bookshelf where the novels were placed.
"Well, I will read it when I have time." Zhao Qingrui nodded. From these books, he can know how to be a good emperor.
"I would like to teach you more, but for some things, my knowledge is not as profound as those who wrote the books." Ying Zheng sighed.
"Father, don't underestimate yourself. You are the First Emperor. It is you who set the precedent and brought stability to future generations." Zhao Qingrui admired his father very much. His vision and knowledge far surpassed everyone else of this era.
"Smooth talk." Although he really enjoyed his daughter's flattery, he still scolded her softly, so that she wouldn't listen to too much flattery and lose sight of herself, ending up like the people in history books.
Sticking out his tongue, Zhao Qingrui picked up a book and started reading casually.
The palace is cooler than the Zhangtai Palace. Ever since Zhao Qingrui passed down the method of making ice from saltpeter, using ice in summer is no longer a difficult task.
Even some wealthy people can use it.
"By the way, I heard that you gave Suling a thing called a kang. Can that thing really help the people survive the harsh winter?" Ying Zheng picked up a book and suddenly remembered what Zhao Qingrui asked Wang Xian to say.
"Yes, a kang is a sleeping platform made of bricks and adobes. There is a hole underneath that connects to the chimney, so you can burn fire for heating." Zhao Qingrui explained how a kang was made.
"Just some firewood can keep the kang warm all night." Zhao Qingrui tilted his head. Air conditioning and the like were just fantasies for the current Daqin. The kang was still the most useful.
"According to what you said, this kang is extremely useful." Ying Zheng pondered.
"Yes, it is very useful. I remember there is a plant in the Western Regions called cotton. This cotton is used to make cotton clothes to keep out the cold. When my father goes to the Western Regions in the future, he must send more people to look for these good things." Zhao Qingrui immediately thought of cotton.
She didn't plan to take out the plant seeds in the system space. Anyway, those things already existed in this world, so it was better not to take them out, lest they lose motivation.
There are sweet potatoes, potatoes, wheat and rice, which are enough for the Qin Dynasty to transition.
"Cotton? It can actually keep you warm. What does it look like?" Ying Zheng asked curiously. He wasn't sure about the situation in the Western Regions, but if there really was any, he would definitely find a way to get some back.
"Mr. Zhao, go get some paper and pen." Zhao Qingrui said seriously after looking at Zhao Gao.
Zhao Gao brought the things over swiftly, spread the white paper on the table, and was grinding ink at the same time.
Picking up the pen, Zhao Qingrui quickly drew the appearance of cotton in his memory.
Looking at what Zhao Qingrui drew, Ying Zheng was silent for two seconds.
"My dear daughter, I will find you a calligraphy and painting teacher." Ying Zheng suggested seriously. Looking at the black ink blobs on the paper, Ying Zheng's eyebrows twitched.
"Ahem, although it's a little abstract, you can still tell that cotton should look like this. Forget it, I'll find you a photo next time." The painting was a little unsightly. Perhaps he didn't have the talent for it.
"What is the photo?" Ying Zheng asked curiously.
"You'll know later."
"Let's talk about painting. I remember that Shusun Tong is quite talented. How about I ask him to teach you specifically?" Ying Zheng held up his daughter's masterpiece. His daughter should be excellent in all aspects. Looking at this picture, it was too eye-catching.
"Forget it. I'm so busy now that I don't have any time for myself. If I have to spend time learning to paint, I will have no time for myself at all." Zhao Qingrui refused directly.
She will be the emperor in the future, so why should she learn these things? Even if it is to cultivate her sentiments, she should learn something that interests her.
"Okay, if you don't want to, forget it. Just tell me what you want to learn and I will find the best teacher in the world for you." Seeing that his daughter's face was full of rejection, Ying Zheng did not force her.
"Okay." Zhao Qingrui nodded.
"As for the Western Regions, once we have dealt with the Huns, it will be easier to go there, and it won't be difficult to find the cotton you mentioned." Ying Zheng thought it was no big deal.
"My father is right. When the time comes, we will conquer all those places and make them the territory of our Great Qin. All those things will belong to us." Zhao Qingrui said with a smile.
Ying Zheng nodded and said, "I really hope to go to war against the Xiongnu right away."
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"Your Majesty, Your Highness the Crown Prince, Prince Fusu requests to see you." Just as the father and daughter were reading a book here, Fusu arrived.
"Let him in." Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows. Why did Fusu come here? Was he done with the work of the Censorate?
Ever since Zhao Qingrui gradually became his priority and developed into the crown prince, Fusu has become much calmer and more mature.
He is also satisfied with his son's progress.
If it were in the past, seeing Fusu's progress, he would certainly be delighted and feel that the Qin Dynasty had successors.
But now, with Zhao Qingrui as a comparison, the things Fusu did well seemed to him to be just his job.
"Father, this is my younger sister." Fusu bowed.
"Brother, please sit down. Why are you in such a hurry to come to Shanglin Garden? What happened?" Zhao Qingrui looked at Fusu gently.
"Little sister, I won't sit down anymore. Something happened at Gongshujia's place. There was a huge earthquake and the whole palace felt the commotion. The Weiwei has gone to check it out. I'm here to ask my father and little sister to go back to the palace and take charge." Fusu said anxiously.
In this era, things like earthquakes are all ominous signs.
"Gongshujia? What are they doing? Big brother, please tell me in detail what you know." Zhao Qingrui frowned.
"When Censor Feng and I were checking the officials' performance, there was a huge noise, followed by an earthquake. I don't know anything else." Fusu hurriedly told what he knew.
"In that case, let's go back to the palace." Ying Zheng's face was serious. He also knew what this meant. By then, the remnants of the six kingdoms might use this matter to make a fuss.
Zhao Qingrui raised his eyebrows and had some guesses in his mind.
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