Daqin: My weak and virtuous minister

"Brother Zhao, why is this happening?"

He had been frowning just now, but suddenly he burst into laughter. Tian Yuzhi was so shocked that he quickly put down the bamboo slips in his hand and asked with concern.

"Brother Tian, ​​do you know what Brother Li wrote to me?"

How could I know this? Do I have the ability to predict the future?

After Zhao Ping asked, he handed the letter in his hand to Tian Yuzhi without waiting for him to speak.

"Just wait and see."

Tian Yuzhi hesitated for a moment, and when he saw Zhao Ping nod again, he took the letter and began to read.

"absurd!"

Suddenly, Tian Yuzhi slammed the table and yelled, his face full of anger.

"Brother Zhao Ping, this Li Si is truly absurd."

Zhao Ping gradually put away his smile and asked calmly, "Brother Tian, ​​why do you say that?"

Tian Yuzhi was still immersed in his own emotions and did not notice Zhao Ping's changes. "Brother Zhao Ping, we are all members of the Legalist School. How can you change our Legalist ideas at will? This, this..."

"Brother Tian," Zhao Ping interrupted Tian Yuzhi's next words, "Ping thinks that the sentence should have a certain warmth, which is very reasonable."

"Brother Zhao Ping, you," Tian Yuzhi looked at his friend in shock, not knowing how to speak for a moment.

"Brother Tian, ​​what are you and I studying for?"

"Naturally, it's to learn from the wisdom of our predecessors, inherit their teachings, and then find a wise leader to display their strengths."

Tian Yuzhi said without hesitation, and it was obvious that this was what he really thought.

"Hahaha." Zhang Ping laughed three times after hearing this. "Brother Tian, ​​I'm going to Qin to look for Brother Li. I'm curious about the friend you're talking about."

Seeing that Zhao Ping had made up his mind, Tian Yuzhi didn't know what to say anymore. He stood up and said, "Then I wish Brother Zhao a smooth career."

Zhao Ping returned the greeting, "Thank you very much."

Qin, Xianyang

"Please inform him that Fusu is here to visit Master Zhang."

Prince Fusu had just been here yesterday, so the doorman naturally recognized him and knew that he was the king's eldest son. He quickly welcomed him in and sent someone to inform Zhang Yuanqing.

"What is Master Fusu doing here?"

Zhang Yuanqing put down his pen helplessly, delaying his copying of the book, you know.

"Let's go to the front hall."

"Greetings, sir." "Sir" was the title Fusu had come up with after much deliberation. He felt calling him "Sir" was disrespectful and distanced them. It was hard for a mere person to consider so much.

"Prince Fusu."

When Zhang Yuanqing heard Fusu addressing him, he raised his eyebrows and looked at him twice more.

"I wonder what brings you here today, sir?"

Hearing this, Fusu stood up and bowed respectfully: "Fusu admires your talent and learning, and would like to learn from you. I hope you will teach me."

This kid is quite direct.

But if I became Fusu's teacher, would there be no place for Confucian scholars like Chunyu Yue?

"Sir, I have a few questions. Can you answer them?"

Seeing that Zhang Yuanqing did not refuse, Fusu was overjoyed and grinned, "Sir, please ask."

"Each school of thought has its own unique characteristics. Which one do you prefer, sir?"

This question stumped Fusu.

He has only started to learn calligraphy from the doctors. He has not read many books and does not understand the various schools of thought. He only knows that his Qin State governs the country by law, and that there are Confucianism, Mohism, Agriculture, and Medicine. He does not know anything else.

Seeing Prince Fusu's bewildered face, Zhang Yuanqing felt relieved. Fortunately, Fusu had not been brainwashed yet and was still a blank slate.

"Sir, Fusu is not very familiar with the Hundred Schools of Thought, so I don't know how to answer."

Fusu said honestly, his chubby face almost wrinkled. "Master, I couldn't answer your first question. Now you won't accept me as your disciple."

Zhang Yuanqing looked at him amusedly and said, "Then I will give you fifteen days to learn about the various schools of thought."

Fusu's drooping head suddenly lifted up, his eyes brightened up, and then he lowered his head again.

Zhang Yuanqing chuckled, "Ahem, you don't need to know too much, sir. You just need to understand their respective opinions."

This can be done.

Fusu stood up and bowed, "Fusu will definitely complete your task within fifteen days."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away in a hurry, as if something was chasing him.

Zhangtai Palace

"Father, Father, today I went to see the teacher, and he asked me a question."

Before the person came in, the voice reached Ying Zheng's ears.

Ying Zheng put down the memorial and looked at his impetuous son with amusement. It was the first time he saw Fusu so unstable.

"Oh? Sir?"

"Father, I feel that calling you sir is more intimate, and it will make it easier for you to agree to be Fusu's teacher."

As he said this, Fusu raised his head proudly, as if to say, look how smart I am.

The cute little look made Ying Zheng laugh out loud.

"My son is intelligent. Calling him that is indeed more intimate. So what question did the gentleman ask you today? Did you answer it?"

"Father, the teacher asked me which school of thought I prefer among the various schools of thought. I couldn't answer." As he spoke, the child, who had been happy just now, hung his head again, like a seedling without water under the scorching sun.

"Father, I haven't studied the various schools of thought yet, so I don't know what they are."

Ying Zheng was also stunned for a moment. He obviously didn't expect Zhang Yuanqing to ask this question. However, seeing his frustrated son, he still had to encourage him.

"There must be a reason why the gentleman asked you this. What did he say after that?"

"Well, I told the teacher that I hadn't learned yet, so the teacher gave me fifteen days to learn about the various schools of thought, saying that it would be enough to just understand the views of each school."

"Father, what are the various schools of thought?"

This question made Ying Zheng silent for a moment. Ying Zheng felt that it was not appropriate for him to tell Fusu, so he decided to let someone else teach him.

"Since this is just a task assigned to you by your master, then I must figure it out myself. The doctors who taught you all know about it, as well as the ministers in the court, you can ask them all."

"Okay, I'll go ask the doctor first. Father, I'm leaving now."

After saying this, Fusu left in a hurry again, just as he had come in a hurry.

Ying Zheng watched the little figure leave and said to Shi Yi with a smile, "This is the first time I have seen Fusu like this."

In the past, Fusu was mostly afraid of him and not friendly enough, but today was a little different.

"Prince Fusu is very close to the king. When he encounters problems that cannot be solved, he immediately thinks of the king."

Shi Yi picked out nice things to say, and Ying Zheng was obviously very happy to hear it, and the smile on his face became even wider.

The happy Ying Zheng began to handle government affairs in a refreshed state of mind. Fusu also began to harass him every day, asking for advice from the ministers from time to time.

Everyone liked this studious young master very much and answered his questions patiently one by one. However, they were even more satisfied when they saw him taking paper and pen to take notes. It was also okay when Fusu couldn't keep up with their speaking speed and asked them to speak slower.

When Fusu didn't know many words, he asked them to teach him, but they all lacked patience.

When they said that the young master had not finished writing and asked them to say it again, they wanted to avoid the young master and run away.

There's no way, no one can stand it.

He kept repeating the same words over and over again, and even taught the young master how to write before he could even begin. He did nothing all day long, and it was impossible to teach him everything he needed to.

Sir, we are different from you. We also have government affairs to attend to.

We didn’t have much to do before, but now it’s not the same. Ever since Zhang Yuanqing came, he has been a king of rolls, a big king of rolls.

They made many suggestions to the king, all of which were accepted by him. Of course, things naturally needed their help, so their time was gradually taken up.

Look at Li Si, look at Prime Minister Wei Zhuang, look at Wang Wan, look at Wang Ben, look at Meng Wu, oh, and the two newly recruited guys, Meng Yi and Meng Tian, ​​they are so busy that they can hardly eat a bite of food.

They can't even take a break.