I lead the system to tease the First Emperor to build infrastructure

"Your Majesty, An Na."

Zhao Jun was in a good mood and greeted Ying Zheng as he walked outside the curtain.

Ying Zheng rarely sat in front of the case but on the couch by the window. His hair was slightly damp and he had a cup of steaming tea in his hand.

After hearing Zhao Jun's excited greeting, he couldn't help but curl his lips and looked towards the door.

Zhao Jun quickly walked over and met Ying Zheng's smiling eyes.

There is also a different shape than usual and a slightly lazy sitting posture.

She couldn't help but smile and raise her eyebrows.

"The king is in a good mood today."

she affirmed.

Ying Zheng didn't refute, but just reluctantly suppressed the raised corners of his mouth.

"You are also happy today, something good happened."

He asked slightly lazily.

"It is indeed a great thing. Your Majesty, please take a look. This is the teaching textbook that I compiled by convening hundreds of scholars."

"Take a look. If there are no problems, it will be ready for printing."

She held up the things in her hands as if offering treasures and placed them beside Ying Zheng's couch.

When she walked in, she discovered more details that were different from usual.

For example, Ying Zheng's still wet hair has wet his shoulders.

As well as the heat radiating from the inside, and the faint fragrance.

Zhao Jun was a little puzzled, what was he doing just now?
Ying Zheng didn't notice her confused look and just slowly unfolded the books she had brought.

He looked at it for a while and quickly replied.

"I don't have any problem reading this content, but the introduction you wrote at the front is quite interesting."

He was talking about the catalog made by Zhao Jun.

Books at this time did not have a so-called table of contents at all, so it made the contents clearer.

She quickly explained the purpose of this directory to Ying Zheng.

"I told Prime Minister Li Si about this, and he will quote it in relevant documents and memorials according to the situation."

Ying Zheng nodded and opened a few more books to read.

"I see that on the title page of your book, there are primary school textbooks and textbooks for grades two and three. Is this grading?"

He hadn't asked about this matter carefully before, so he didn't understand it.

Zhao Jun continued to explain to him.

These are also the experiences she learned from modern primary schools, but the content is still somewhat different.

For example, it can only be divided into three levels at most, and the content learned is wider than that of modern primary schools.

"The general idea is this. After completing these three levels, you can graduate. It should be enough to fill the vacancies of lower-level officials based on the knowledge you have learned."

"I have further ideas about the follow-up, such as arranging a unified examination when graduating from elementary school, and taking the students with the best grades from each school to study in universities. Be an official."

This is actually the prototype of the imperial examination system, but it is still a bit early to tell.

At least we have to wait until the six countries are completely unified and primary school becomes universal.

"Your idea is very good. If things go on like this, there will be no shortage of small officials, but the positions of senior officials will be vacant in the future, and they also need to be filled."

Ying Zheng's eyes lit up, and he understood what Zhao Jun meant almost instantly.

And saw the high prospects of this method.

"It does take time, but I'm not in a hurry now."

Ying Zheng felt extraordinarily relaxed and happy when he said this.

This made Jun Zhao feel suspicious again.

"You really can't rush this matter."

She agreed with doubts.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with these books. You can send someone to print them."

Ying Zheng had already roughly browsed through several books and didn't see any bad content, so he quickly replied.

"Well, thank you, Your Majesty."

Zhao Jun clapped his hands excitedly to confirm that it was completed, and the next step was to print and distribute it.

Another major matter was resolved, and her heart finally felt a lot easier.

After finishing her business, she had the idea of ​​teasing again.

"What was your Majesty doing just now? Why is your hair still wet?"

Ying Zheng couldn't help but curled his lips and glanced at Zhao Jun.There is even a sense of arrogance as to why you are asking now.

"I just practiced sword practice for half an hour and just finished taking a bath."

Ying Zheng pretended to be calm and said, but his eyes were staring straight at her.

Zhao Jun suddenly realized and understood a little.

"Your Majesty, you are so powerful. Are you feeling well?"

She began to applaud exaggeratedly, as if she understood what he meant.

Half an hour is an hour. An hour of sword practice is not a short time.

"Nothing happens. I even feel comfortable all over. Now I practice for half an hour every day."

Ying Zheng said with some complacency.

Since he grew older and was busy with government affairs, he rarely practiced swordsmanship.

But recently, half of them practiced with him for half an hour every day.

And I feel comfortable all over my body, and I don’t feel tired at all.

Zhao Jun has completely understood that it should be the effect of the previous pills.

That's why Ying Zheng was in such a good mood during this time, and even said that he was not in a hurry just now, it turned out that his body had changed significantly.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty. You are in good health. It shouldn't be a problem to live to be a hundred years old."

Zhao Jun said half-jokingly, feeling very happy in his heart.

"Well, that's natural."

Now Ying Zheng's confidence has skyrocketed like never before, all because of that pill.

Zhao Jun couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle when he looked at him.

"You are making fun of me."

Ying Zheng asked him pretending to be angry, but his expression was indeed very relaxed.

"How is it possible without it?"

Zhao Jun still covered his mouth, but his smile-curved eyebrows showed his emotion.

Why does she think Ying Zheng's arrogant look is a bit cute now?

Must be an illusion.

"You're still not smiling."

Ying Zheng reached out and grabbed her wrist that was covering her mouth.

Zhao Jun couldn't help but leaned forward and fell on the couch next to him, the corners of his mouth still smiling exposed.

"No, no, I'm not laughing."

The wrist caught by Ying Zheng couldn't move, so she buried her face in the sleeve on the other side, covering her raised lips.

Ying Zheng was in a good mood and originally didn't want to argue with her about this. It was just a joke.

At this time, Ying Zheng was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, and Zhao Jun was lying next to him with half of his smiling face hidden, one wrist still tightly grasped by him.

Zhao Jun's eyes were cunning, and Ying Zheng smiled helplessly.

Zhao Jun felt uncomfortable making too much noise, and when she was about to get up seriously, a drop of water happened to fall on her grabbed wrist.

It quickly slid down the skin, and the two of them noticed it as they looked there.

It's the water droplets on Ying Zheng's hair.

After a moment of pause, Ying Zheng handed over his hand and she straightened up.

Not to mention that just for a moment, she even felt a little sore after twisting her wrist, but this man was still so strong.

"Your Majesty, it's better to dry your hair. Keeping it wet like this is not good for your health. Many diseases and colds come from your head."

She calmed down for a moment and then explained.

Especially now that he practices every day, that doesn't mean he takes a shower every day. It would really be bad if he is always wet like this.

"The widow knows, ask someone outside to bring in the veil."

He said something to the outside, and soon someone lowered his head and brought the things up.

"Come over and wipe it for me."

"what?"

"It's not what you said, so of course you came."

"But."

"Huh? I still need the widow to do it myself."

"Ok."