"Haha, this sword is a treasure I bought at a high price. It is a treasure." Ying Zheng smiled awkwardly.
He carries a sword with him all year round to guard against assassinations. He has encountered countless assassinations over the years, and keeping the sword where he can reach it at any time makes him feel safe.
Zhao Qingrui nodded. The sword this time was not the same one he had seen before.
"I see."
Zhao Qingrui was thoughtful. It seemed that her father liked swords very much. After cooperating with the Mohist people, she would share her steelmaking technology with them and then she would make a sword for her father.
"Dad, these are the shoes I made for you. Take a look and see if you like them."
Zhao Qingrui took out the shoes she had made herself. She was at Jingshui Pavilion and had no chance to find any rubber shoes, so she could only make cloth shoes.
Fortunately, I learned a little from my grandma in my previous life. When I was sewing the soles of shoes, my fingers were poked with several holes.
When she has accomplished her great cause, she will ask people to find rubber trees. Rubber has many uses and can be used in many aspects of life. It is very important.
These shoes were different from the ones he was wearing. They were simple in style, with a few auspicious clouds embroidered on the edges. They were long and tube-shaped, completely different from the style of the Qin Dynasty's shoes.
"Dad, go try it on and see if it fits." Zhao Qingrui looked at Ying Zheng expectantly.
"Okay, I'll try it." Ying Zheng was also tempted.
These shoes are tied with laces, which makes them look different from other shoes. They will definitely not fall off when worn. My daughter is really thoughtful.
Soon Ying Zheng came out. The shoes were the right size for him. They were light and warm, and warmed his heart.
Ying Zheng was very touched by his daughter's filial piety. He had more than 30 children, but none of them cared about him as much as his little daughter did and even made shoes for him with her own hands.
The fact that his little girl was so well-behaved made him feel even more guilty.
"How about it?"
"It's very comfortable to wear and the size is right. I like it very much." Ying Zheng said seriously.
"That's good. Dad, if you like them, I'll make you a few more pairs later." Zhao Qingrui showed a bright smile on her face.
Meng Yi stood obediently by, feeling a little envious in his heart. He also had children, but he had never seen them be so filial.
The little princess is so filial, no wonder His Majesty is willing to pamper her more.
He put on new shoes, which were made by his daughter himself. They were so comfortable that Ying Zheng didn't want to take them off.
"Let the servants do these rough jobs, don't get yourself tired." Ying Zheng felt sorry for his daughter and didn't want her to be busy with these things.
"I'm not tired. There's nothing to do at home anyway." Zhao Qingrui shook his head.
"Dad, you haven't been home for several months."
Sitting next to Ying Zheng, she was very worried because her father looked very poorly.
"Something happened in business, so I've been out of town and just came back today." He had told so many lies, but Ying Zheng remained calm.
"By the way, I heard your uncle Meng say that he wanted to find someone from the Mohist School. Did you find him?" Ying Zheng asked curiously, not knowing what his daughter wanted to do by looking for someone from the Mohist School.
"I found it. I'll visit you tomorrow." Zhao Qingrui nodded.
"What do you want them for?"
"You'll know when the time comes, Dad. Keep it a secret for now." Zhao Qingrui winked and kept the secret.
She took a look at her father's health, and he looked very bad. She was afraid that if she said she wanted to rebel, her father would have a heart attack.
Let’s wait until I recover from my illness.
Ying Zheng was in a daze. His daughter actually had a secret. The child has grown up.
Looking at the graceful girl in front of me, it’s time to find a reliable husband for her.
Ying Zheng thought about which child in the court was reliable, but after thinking about it, he gave up.
Her mother didn't want her to be involved in anything related to the court, so she decided to find her an ordinary husband.
Zhao Qingrui had no idea that her father had thought so much at this moment. The father and daughter had not seen each other for several months and had a lot to say. Meng Yi tactfully withdrew and left the space to the father and daughter.
Ying Zheng was really happy that Zhao Qingrui came to Xianyang.
"Qingrui, stay in Xianyang from now on. It will be easier for me to take care of you if you are here." Ying Zheng said softly.
"Dad, look at your body. Who is taking care of whom?" Zhao Qingrui's mouth twitched. Her base camp was in Jingshui Pavilion, and she couldn't give up there. "Dad, please follow me back to Jingshui Pavilion. I am worried about you in Xianyang."
According to the course of Qin's history, she did not want to stay in Xianyang for a long time. It would be safer at Jingshui Pavilion, and no one would notice her.
Ying Zheng laughed. He wanted his daughter to stay, but she advised him to go back to Jingshui Pavilion.
"There are still many things to do in Xianyang."
"Let's put things here aside for now. There's no end to making money. Dad, I'm worried about your health and you staying here." Zhao Qingrui sighed.
"I'm fine, what could possibly happen to me?"
Zhao Qingrui took a deep breath. His father's stubborn temper came back. "Then let me take your pulse."
Ying Zheng was puzzled, "You also learned medicine?"
Although he rarely went back to Jingshui, he was still very clear about the situation at Jingshui Pavilion, and someone would report to him about everything his daughter learned.
"I've learned a little. Dad, please stretch out your hand quickly." Zhao Qingrui was too lazy to talk nonsense with his father anymore.
Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows but still stretched out his hand.
His hands are very big and covered with calluses, especially on the base of his thumb. The calluses are very thick. It can be seen that he practices swordplay frequently.
Zhao Qingrui placed her fingertips on Ying Zheng's wrist and summoned the system.
"Ding, 100 points deducted, checking..., check completed, results generated, please check for yourself."
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