Daqin: My weak and virtuous minister

Since coming back this time, A Er has opened up the door next to Zhang Yuanqing's bedroom. When someone comes, they discuss things in the outer room. When there is no one around, the adults can just lie down on the bed and rest.

Zhang Yuanqing: It’s really not that serious.

Now more than ten days have passed, and Zhang Yuanqing has not been able to go out and take a look.

"My lord, it's time to take your medicine."

Qingque is the maid that Ah Er hired to be responsible for Zhang Yuanqing's medicine. Although she has a pretty appearance, Zhang Yuanqing can't help but feel scared when he sees her, no, when he hears her voice.

There is a good person in my family who takes medicine more punctually than eating, and even eats an extra meal.

For ten days in a row, Zhang Yuanqing felt that every word he spoke had a bitter taste.

But if he didn't drink, Qingque would kneel on the ground and refuse to leave.

Hearing Qingque's voice, Zhang Yuanqing pulled the blanket on the recliner and covered himself with it, even covering his head.

"Sir, the servant is coming in."

Obviously, Qingque also understood her master's temper. She asked the maid behind her to hold the medicine, and she respectfully pushed open the door, quickly entered the house, and closed the door again.

Sure enough, I saw the adult pretending to be asleep.

I feel funny inside, but I don't show it on my face.

She took the tray from the maid, knelt on the ground with her companions, and waited for the master to wake up.

The maid behind her cooperated by kneeling down with a "thump" sound, which really made it difficult for her.

Sure enough, after just a moment, the person lying there angrily pulled away the blanket covering his head, sat up, and looked at them with a stern face and displeasure.

"My Lord, please drink the medicine first."

Qingque held the medicine and spoke again calmly, his voice without any fluctuation.

"You guys get up. Leave the medicine here. I'll drink it later."

"Sir, the doctor has instructed that you are not fully recovered yet and you must take your medicine on time. I have prepared some honeyed fruits for you, which you like to eat."

“I don’t like eating!”

If the medicine wasn't so bitter, who would take this stuff?

Qingque:......

It is not easy to appease an adult who is in a bad mood.

Where is Er? Why hasn’t he come back yet?

"What does Mr. Zhang dislike? Tell me."

As Ying Zheng spoke, he had already pushed open the door. When he saw the situation inside the room, he was stunned.

"Sir, Fusu is here to see you too." Fusu had come several times before, and obviously knew that Qingque was persuading the sir to take medicine again. He smiled and walked forward to greet Zhang Yuanqing.

"Your Majesty, please take a seat. Young Master, please take a seat as well. Qingque, you may go down first."

Hearing this, Qingque said helplessly: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, sir. I will leave the medicine here. I will take my leave."

"Sir, the medicine is getting cold. It's not too late to drink it first."

Zhang Yuanqing: You little bastard, you are hurting me.

Ying Zheng glanced at Fusu and instantly understood what was going on.

"I had no idea that Zhang Qing would act like a child just to take medicine."

"Zhang Qing, don't be so angry. You need to take the medicine to get better."

"Why would I be angry? It's just that the medicine was too hot just now. Now it's cool. I'll drink it right away."

After one bowl, his handsome face wrinkled like a bun, and the filling was bitter.

Zhang Yuanqing quickly picked up the honey fruit and ate four or five in a row. Only then did he feel some taste on his tongue.

Drink, drink, drink, drink every day, I'm almost pickled to the bitter taste.

"Young Master, have some too. It's specially made by Qingque and is quite sweet."

Zhang Yuanqing casually placed the honeyed fruit on the plate on the coffee table next to Fusu's chair. Sure enough, Fusu also frowned as he looked at the honeyed fruit on the plate.

"Why don't you eat it, sir? Don't all children like sweet things? Come and try it and see if you like it."

on purpose!

Sir, you definitely did it on purpose!

Sir, you are so naive.

Although he thought so, Fusu still pinched one and put it in his mouth, frowning.

Sweet, very sweet.

This was the first time Ying Zheng knew that his son did not like sweets.

However, he just turned a blind eye to the childish behavior of the two.

"What brings you here today, Your Majesty?"

"The test Zhang Qing told me about to determine if the elixir was poisonous has yielded the results from Meng Yi today. As Zhang Qing said, the elixir refined by this sorcerer does contain toxins."

Zhang Yuanqing had forgotten about this matter. Now, after hearing what Ying Zheng said, he looked up at the Ancestral Dragon.

I guess you should give up now.

"Since it has been confirmed that the elixir is poisonous, Your Majesty can inform the world to prevent anyone from being deceived."

"Ah."

"Your Majesty, please look at this."

Zhang Yuanqing would not continue to hurt the First Emperor, so he quickly changed the subject and took out a newly printed book that Er had taken from Xiang Liqin.

This is the work of Mozi of the Mohist school.

"This book uses printing technology. As long as the typeset is done well, it only takes half a cup of tea to print a book like this."

"So fast? I want to see it."

Turning over a page, the text on the paper is written in official script, with the font sizes arranged neatly. It is obvious that it was not written by humans.

Such a small book recorded so much content, and the cost was extremely low. Ying Zheng's family knew its value in an instant.

"Zhang Qing wants to print a lot of books?"

"Your Majesty, nowadays, only the aristocrats can read. It is extremely difficult for common people to even recognize a few words, let alone read. If this continues, it will be detrimental to the people and the country."

"Your Majesty, with this printing technology, the cost of reading will be greatly reduced. If Your Majesty opens a Qin academy, the talents cultivated in the future will be of use to Your Majesty."

"Moreover, this also provides the people of the world with another path to advancement. The people will surely be grateful to the king for his kindness."

Fusu sat on the side and listened attentively. Although there were many things he didn't understand at the moment, the teacher said that if he didn't understand, he should write them down first and think about them slowly later.

"Is it like the Jixia Academy?"

Zhang Yuanqing shook his head. "It's a little different from the Jixia Academy."

"Your Majesty, the students at the Jixia Academy are all from gentry families. Currently, the three dukes and nine ministers in the court are all from the gentry. If this continues, the power of the gentry will inevitably outweigh Your Majesty's. It's inevitable. Your Majesty can look at the states of Zhao and Chu."

Ying Zheng nodded, and then Zhang Yuanqing spoke again: "If you want to break this situation, you must support new forces to serve the king."

"Scholars all over the world need recommendations if they want to be promoted, let alone ordinary people. Therefore, we need a new way to select talents."

"If the King founded an academy, after the students had achieved academic success, the King could set exams. Those who passed could be promoted to officials and then promoted based on their achievements. In this way, the King would have solved the talent shortage and given the students a chance to excel. If the academy also admitted common people, giving them a chance to change their ways, then the hearts of the people would surely be with the King."

"Your Majesty, the people are the water and you are the boat. The water can carry the boat, but it can also capsize it."

"He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world."

Until Ying Zheng returned to Zhangtai Palace, he was still thinking about what he heard today.

Shi Yi didn't dare to disturb them and stayed in the hall trying to minimize his presence.

Fusu naturally took several large pages of notes and prepared to go back and look at them again and again.