Chapter 75 You are not like him [Jinjiang genuine exclusive release·What a pity...
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Since he started school, little Fatty Ying's life has changed dramatically.
In the past, he would go to Zhangtai Palace to look for his grandfather after waking up from a lazy nap, but now, in order to go to school, he would go to the palace with his father in a carriage early every morning, as if he had to punch in for work, regardless of rain or shine.
After arriving at Zhangtai Palace, his father went to the main hall to attend the court meeting, and he turned around and ran to the side hall to study with his small schoolbag which only served as a decoration on his back and his short legs.
Just over a month later, at such a young age, Ying, the little fat boy, had already realized a wise life lesson:
Happy days seem like one day after another, while painful days seem like one day after another.
His eleven teachers were obviously honored and excited to be the "teacher of the emperor's eldest grandson". Even though each of them only had a short teaching time of two quarters of an hour a day, they would still try their best to seduce his only student and listen carefully to his lectures like a male peacock spreading its tail.
My grandfather asked the palace servants to decorate the side hall very comfortably and also prepared a very comfortable soft couch for him.
During class, he could sit on the couch, lie on his stomach, stand, or even lie down to listen. He could even fall asleep with his eyes closed, his mouth drooling. It didn't matter. Not only would his teachers not complain to his grandfather, they would also dote on him and praise him to him:
[Your Majesty, the young prince is truly the most worry-free student I have ever met in my life!]
In this way, he spent one and a half hours in the morning and one and a half hours in the afternoon studying with his eleven teachers. After dinner, the one and a half hours after dusk was the time for his grandfather to explain history books to him and teach him the ways of being an emperor.
The full day's classes are arranged very carefully, and the ten-day schedule is so full that it can cover an entire desk when written down.
There are many courses and a lot of content to learn. The only thing that makes the little fat boy feel fortunate is that he is not yet three years old and is still in the enlightenment stage. He only needs to follow the teacher in class every day and has no homework to do. So it only takes three days for him to adapt to the new life.
Compared with ordinary babies, he is not a pure-blooded child after all. He understands how huge the empire he will take over in the future is. His grandfather loves him, and he understands his grandfather's eagerness to have a "grandson" like a "grandfather".
He is not his biological father, and he will strive to be better than his biological father in the future.
Therefore, the little fat boy wears diapers every day, holds a bottle of milk, and paddles in the vast ocean of learning with happiness and pain.
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
When the extremely gorgeous spring flowers blooming outside the window gradually wither and the green and unripe fruits emerge from the flower buds and hang on the branches, summer has arrived in Xianyang.
In April, the green shade in the imperial capital has become very dense.
The long robes and skirts worn by the nobles living in the capital were becoming visibly thinner. The craftsmen in the Shaofu, carrying tremendous pressure in their chests, also gradually became lighter and lighter with the scorching sunlight.
After more than half a year of hard research and improvement, in the early summer of this year, the craftsmen in the Shaofu who were responsible for firing glass and porcelain finally presented their fruitful results to His Majesty the Emperor when clusters of locust flowers were in full bloom.
Craftsmen continuously moved smooth glass plates out of the kiln, and porcelain cups and bowls were also freshly baked.
The windows in the palace were transformed by craftsmen and gradually upgraded from screen windows to crystal screen windows with transparent glass. The tableware in the palace was also replaced by beautiful and light porcelain instead of the ancient and heavy pottery.
On summer mornings, beams of golden sunlight slant into Zhangtai Palace through the smooth glass windows.
In the main hall in the center, the First Emperor was holding a court meeting with his ministers in the outer hall.
In the left hall next to the main hall, one year and six months old Ying Xiaopangdun was sitting on a soft couch, leaning against a big pillow. Looking at Dr. Chu in front of him, speaking in a Chu language that sounded like "bird language", he couldn't help but want to take out his small translator from his sleeve and put it on, but he gritted his teeth and held back.
When the State of Chu was still in existence, although there was a Chu royal family that always liked to call itself "barbarians", as if this large vassal state in the south was very uncultured, after the demise of the State of Chu, there were still many classics left in the land of Chu.
Grandfather was right. Translation carries with it the bias of the translator. As a decision-maker, he could only understand the precious classics from different places if he mastered the languages of the Seven Kingdoms as Grandfather did. Only authentic reading could bring 100% understanding. Otherwise, if he encountered a foreign minister who was so bold as to scold him in his hometown dialect, he would not understand.
The little fat boy agreed with this.
Only after actually learning so many languages and scripts did Qin Ying deeply realize how fortunate it would be to be born into a future where all writing systems are completely unified.
Alas, it’s a pity that he was born too early. Old Li had just polished out the small seal script. It would take plenty of time for the small seal script to spread throughout the world and become deeply rooted in people’s hearts.
After two quarters of an hour, I finally managed to get through the Chu language class, and the one and a half hour study time in the morning was finally over.
Ying, the little fat boy, slid down from the soft couch in a hurry. After greeting the teacher politely, he couldn't wait to run to the main hall with his two short legs.
The court meeting in the main hall had been over for more than half an hour. When Qin Ying passed through the outer hall like a gust of wind and ran to the door of the inner hall, she heard her grandfather's happy laughter coming from behind the screen.
What surprised him was that his grandfather's joyful laughter today was mixed with a few words of praise for the "Meng family".
Qin Ying couldn't help but blink her eyes, and hurriedly walked around the screen. She grinned at her tall and graceful father and shouted in a childish voice:
"Grandfather! Grandfather!"
Hearing his grandson's baby voice, the delighted Qin Shi Huang's smile widened even more. He grabbed the little guy who ran to his legs, held him up high under his arms, and looked at the chubby boy with his eyes curved. He smiled and asked in a gentle voice:
"Are you tired of studying?"
Qin Ying immediately shook her head and replied with a grin:
"Grandfather, I understand the responsibilities on my shoulders, so I'm not tired of studying."
When the First Emperor heard such sensible words, he could not help but pat the little fellow on the back, nodded with satisfaction and praised him:
"Ying is very good. You may find it difficult to learn these contents at first, but as you grow older and gain more knowledge, you will find that learning becomes easier and easier when you learn new contents."
Qin Ying couldn't help but blink his eyes when he heard his grandfather share his learning experience. He looked around and saw that everyone in the hall was beaming with joy. He couldn't help but look at his grandfather and asked doubtfully:
"Father, did anything good happen today?"
The First Emperor raised his eyebrows, smiled happily and nodded:
"Yeah, Ying guessed right."
"At the court meeting today, my father received a battle report from the border town, saying that our army had engaged in a fierce battle with the Xiongnu half a month ago. Under Meng Tian's command, the army not only successfully recaptured the Hetao region, but also dealt a severe blow to the Xiongnu on the grasslands!"
"Now the Xiongnu have been driven over 700 miles away by me, Meng Tian. This can be considered a resounding victory!"
When Qin Ying heard this, his two almond-shaped eyes instantly became extremely bright. He subconsciously turned his head to look at Meng Yi. Seeing that Meng Neishi also had a proud look on his face, he also clapped his hands and laughed at his grandfather:
"Hahahaha, Grandfather, General Meng is truly amazing! He was able to drive the Xiongnu so far away! If Maodun heard this news, wouldn't he be so angry that he would cry?"
Seeing his grandson's cunning smile, the First Emperor raised his eyebrows without comment. After a moment, he smiled in admiration and said:
"Meng Tian is truly remarkable. He has lived up to my trust. Now the Xiongnu have been driven far away. When autumn arrives, Meng Tian will be able to lead the serving laborers to begin the massive project of building the Great Wall."
Qin Ying nodded in agreement. No matter what was said, the Great Wall had to be built firmly while Grandfather was in power!
Even if the Qin army one day possessed sufficient firepower to conquer the entire grasslands and absorbed the nomadic tribes to the north and west, assimilating them into new Qin people, this majestic dragon winding thousands of miles from west to east across the loess land could not be ignored! As long as the Great Wall could be built, it would forever serve as a solid barrier to protect the Central Plains dynasty for generations to come!
The benefits will be felt in the present and for generations to come, so no matter how much it costs, it has to be repaired!
When the grandfather and grandson were chatting and laughing intimately, a eunuch in black suddenly walked in from the door of the inner hall.
When the eunuch saw the grandfather and grandson hugging each other, he bowed and said:
"Your Majesty, the doctors from the Diligent Learning Palace have reported from outside the palace that they have compiled a dictionary of converting large seal characters to small seal characters, in accordance with Your Majesty's instructions. I wonder if Your Majesty would like to review it."
Upon hearing the eunuch's report, the First Emperor immediately said with a smile:
"Send someone in with a dictionary."
"promise."
The eunuch hurriedly took the order and turned around.
After a while, a middle-aged man in a black and red robe, carrying a bookcase on his back, followed the eunuch into the inner hall. Upon seeing the backs of the grandfather and grandson, he immediately lowered his eyes and bowed, saying:
"Your humble servant greets His Majesty."
Hearing the unfamiliar clear male voice, the grandfather and grandson turned around at the same time.
When they saw who was delivering the book, Ying Xiaopangdun'er and Meng Yi's eyes widened in shock.
The First Emperor, holding his grandson in his arms, was slightly distracted when he saw the middle-aged man carrying the medicine box. After a few breaths, he said in a complicated tone: "Get up."
"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty."
The man carrying the bookcase stood up straight after receiving the order and showed his handsome face, which looked like a beautiful woman, to everyone in the hall.
Looking at Zhang Huai who came to deliver the book, Qin Ying couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, but then he found that something was wrong with his grandfather.
The little fat boy turned his head in a daze and saw his grandfather looking up and down at Zhang Huai with a nostalgic look.
He couldn't help but wonder: ""
The little fat boy looked at his grandfather, then at Zhang Huai, and then he heard a sound of astonishment from his grandfather that was like an electric current passing through his body.
"What's your name? You look like an old friend of mine."
[Old friend!]
Seeing the dejected look on her grandfather's face, Qin Ying felt a sharp alarm going off in her head!
What happened to Grandfather?! This guy is actually "Zhang Liang" in the guise of "Zhang Huai"!
This is the "Anti-Qin Saint Seiya"! How could Grandfather say he looks like his old friend?!
Zhang Huai's eyes moved when he heard this, as if he had guessed what this tall and majestic man in front of him would say to him when he saw him.
He simply lowered his long eyelashes with a pure expression, acting introverted, shy, and taciturn. Sure enough, the next moment, he heard the tyrant a few meters away sighing deeply at him again in a tone of deep nostalgia and regret:
"When you lower your eyes, the expression on your face becomes more like his."
Qin Ying: “!!!”
Who does he look like? If not Zhang Liang, who does he look like?!
"Your temperament and figure are somewhat similar to Han Feizi of the past. I clearly remember that when I first met Han Feizi in Zhangtai Palace, he looked almost like you."
Hearing the three words "Han Feizi", the little fat boy Ying's pupils trembled in shock. He looked at his grandfather in disbelief, and then looked at Zhang Huai in disbelief.
No way?!
Clear the category and clear the mistakes!
Good and good are not right!
No way?! Is this right?!
The chubby boy, startled, suddenly realized that Han Fei and Zhang Liang, one a noble son of the Han family, and the other the eldest son of the prime minister who had been prime minister for five generations, were both top aristocrats in Xinzheng. It was possible that their mansions were even very close to each other!
Zhang Liang was only a few years younger than my grandfather, and it is very likely that he had lived with Han Fei for many years in Xinzheng City.
Tsk!
Qin Ying pursed her lips and watched Zhang Liang, who was in disguise, put on an expression of surprise and nostalgia after his grandfather's words fell. With a bitter voice, she bowed to her grandfather and said:
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kind words. My name is Zhang Huai, and I am a Palace Administrator."
"When I was young, I was lucky enough to be from the same hometown as Han Feizi because of my origin in Xinzheng. Later, by chance, I was lucky enough to study with Han Feizi for a few years."
"Teacher, as a master of the Legalist school, is a lofty figure. I admire him and follow his example. I know that I am not talented enough and cannot catch up."
Hearing the words "Zhang Huai, the Minister of Justice," the First Emperor instantly recalled the historical archives of the Kingdom of Han that he had read in his study in early spring. His nostalgic expression for Bai Yueguang instantly disappeared like the receding tide, and his gentle voice became cold and indifferent.
"I see. Local conditions and customs shape local people. You two are both from Yingchuan. No wonder I felt like we were old friends the moment we met. It turns out you're from the same hometown as my old friend."
"Alas, Han Feizi is a top-tier Legalist, a rare talent in the world. You're lucky to be even a little bit like him. But it's a pity that you speak too fluently without a stutter. Ultimately, you can only imitate his form, but you can't grasp his spirit. What a pity."
The First Emperor said this with an indifferent expression, then turned and went to the study with his grandson in his arms.
Ying, the little chubby boy, who was lying on his grandfather's shoulder and facing Zhang Huai, looked at Zhang Huai's expression which froze completely in an instant after hearing his grandfather's sharp comment which was almost like pointing at his nose and scolding him as "ugly imitating a pin". He immediately covered his mouth with his chubby hands and smiled brightly with his almond-shaped eyes.
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