Daqin: My weak and virtuous minister

Liuying Palace was the palace where Ying Zheng arranged for his sons to study. At this time, Li Ke was teaching the five-year-old Jianglu, Zigao and the three-year-old Ronglu to read.

(Some of the names of Ying Zheng's children were chosen randomly because no accurate information can be found in historical books.)

Jianglu was naughty and Ronglu was young. They sat together, looking at each other and gesturing from time to time. Only Zigao studied seriously with Li Ke.

They were all the king's sons, so Li Ke didn't dare to punish them even when he saw it, so he could only pretend not to see it. However, he taught Zi Gao, who was not good at learning, very seriously.

When Ying Zheng arrived, Jiang Lu was holding the brush in his hand and threw it at Ronglu, hitting him on the head. The three-year-old child cried out "wow".

The young master's servants outside the door looked at Ying Zheng without saying a word or daring to move.

Li Ke put down the book and walked a few steps to Jiang Lu's desk.

"Master Jianglu, how could you treat your own brother like this? Do you know how to be respectful to your brothers?"

"I, this young master didn't mean it." Jiang Lu stood up and walked to Ronglu. "Don't cry, brother, I didn't mean it. I'll rub it for you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his chubby little hand and touched Ronglu's head.

Jiang Lu coaxed him a few words, and Rong Lu really stopped crying. Blinking his big eyes, tears still on his eyelashes, he said in a baby voice, "Then brother, take me out to play."

"No problem, brother will take you to climb the mountain."

Jianglu is very active. When he heard about going out to play, he instantly became energetic. Thinking about how much fun it was to climb the rockery at his mother's house yesterday, he decided to take his younger brother with him.

"Okay." The little kid grinned and wiped his tears with his sleeves.

"Brother Jianglu, climbing the mountain is too dangerous,"

"Where are you going to climb?"

Ying Zheng flicked his sleeves, strode in, and looked at his two noisy sons with a serious expression.

Zi Gao was interrupted when he saw that it was his father. He quickly stood up and greeted him.

"Father"

"Meet the king."

"Everyone, get up. If I hadn't come today, I wouldn't have known that the doctor was teaching my son this way." He turned around and looked at Jiang Lu and Rong Lu, who were almost cowering behind Zi Gao. "And you, why don't you study hard with the doctor? And you're taking your brother hiking? Tell me, where are you going to climb?"

"Your Majesty, please forgive me." Li Ke's heart tightened when he heard Ying Zheng's unfriendly tone. "Your Majesty, the young master is young and active, so it's inevitable that he will be distracted in class. I will definitely teach him well in the future."

Seeing that Jiang Lu was silent, Ying Zheng did not make things difficult for him: "Let's stop here for today. The three of you follow me."

After leaving Liuying Palace, Ying Zheng had three more little tails following him.

Jiang Lu didn't dare to breathe. Ronglu fearfully held Jiang Lu's hand. Zigao followed beside them. The three of them lowered their heads, looking like wilted vegetables, without any energy at all.

Back at Zhangtai Palace, Ying Zheng sat down with his three sons standing below.

"Tell me, why don't you learn to read from the doctor?"

Facing his son, Ying Zheng's majesty was a little less, but he still frightened the three of them.

Jiang Lu didn't even dare to raise his head. Although he was usually naughty and mischievous, he didn't dare to act unruly in front of his father.

The same was true for Zigao, not to mention Ronglu, who was young and rarely saw his father more than a few times a month, so he was even more afraid.

After a long while, Zigao finally mustered up the courage and quietly clasped his hands, saying, "Father, it's not that we haven't learned to read well. It's just that the doctor's lectures are taking too long, and we can't sit still."

Obviously, this was an excuse for Jiang Lu and Rong Lu, and of course for himself. He didn't want to study all day, it was too boring.

"Is it?"

Ying Zheng's words were neither light nor heavy, and it was unclear whether he was asking them or saying that he knew.

Zigao was unsure for a moment, so he lowered his head and said nothing.

Anyway, Brother Jianglu and Brother Ronglu didn’t say anything, so I won’t say anything either.

"You guys sit here first, and wait until I finish my government affairs."

After saying that, Ying Zheng glanced at Shi Yi. Shi Yi and the three princes were sitting on the other side of the hall. No one dared to speak. All they could hear was the sound of Ying Zheng flipping through the memorials.

Time passed little by little. As a workaholic, Ying Zheng did not feel the torture of time at all, but someone felt it deeply.

The three little guys were able to sit still at first, but when their father didn't pay attention to them for a long time, Jianglu began to get restless, and Ronglu was also restless.

The two of them twisted and turned as if there were nails stuck in their buttocks on the stool. Zi Gao couldn't help but open his mouth to remind them, but because of his father's concern, he didn't say anything and just pulled their sleeves.

"Your Majesty, Prince Fusu has returned."

After an unknown amount of time, the eunuch came in to report.

After reading a memorial, Ying Zheng put down his pen and rubbed his sore eyes. Then he remembered that he had asked Fusu to come over. He said, "Let him in."

"The child has met his father."

"Why are the three brothers here too?"

Fusu asked doubtfully. This was because he had learned to be bolder following Zhang Yuanqing during this period, and he had a close relationship with Ying Zheng, so he dared to do so. In the past, he did not dare to ask about his father's affairs.

Jianglu, Zigao and Ronglu heard Fusu's words and walked over to greet him.

"Brother."*3

"What have you done with Zhang Qing recently?" Seeing Fusu still holding a notebook in his hand, Ying Zheng asked curiously.

"Father, I have been helping you record experimental data lately."

"Experimental data?" Another new word from Zhang Qing.

"Yes, Master, knowing that the Qin soldiers were severely injured, he came up with the idea of ​​suturing. He invited three doctors, Lu Sheng, Han Shui, and Zi Yi, to research the technique together, and we've already achieved some success."

Speaking of this, Fusu's chubby face shone with confidence, and he puffed out his chest as he spoke: "Father, the data was all recorded by Fusu, and the master even praised me."

Seeing his eldest son's expression of wanting to praise him, Ying Zheng laughed and said, "Yes, my son has learned a lot from Zhang Qing."

After receiving praise from his father, Fusu held his head high, and his proud look made Jianglu and the other two dumbfounded.

Is this still their eldest brother?

"But don't be too proud. Zhang Qing is very knowledgeable. You should learn from him carefully, and you must not fall behind in martial arts either."

"promise."

"Father, the master has Ah Er teach me how to exercise every day. Doctor Ziyi is an extraordinary swordsman, so the master has asked him to teach me."

"Aer also taught me how to ride a horse. I've been learning from him these past few days."

"Grumpy"

"Grumpy"

Ying Zheng was about to say something when he was interrupted by the voice.

Ronglu was both scared and shy, covering his belly with his hands and almost burying his head in the ground.

Ying Zheng laughed heartily. "So my son is hungry. Shi Yi, go prepare dinner. Prepare some of the dishes the young masters will enjoy."