Baitao's brows quickly spread, "I don't bully palace maids, Zhao Gao, go and drag her away. It's an eyesore to me."

Zhao Gao was stunned and didn't ask what happened. He just replied, "As ordered."

"My young master, this slave... I only want to do your best for His Highness."

Die'er wanted to say more, but was restrained by Zhao Gao with one hand and dragged down.

Baitao also walked on short legs to find Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng worshiped Lu Buwei as his teacher, and every day he just practiced his sword hard and learned the art of kingship. He only came and went in three places.

Baitao calculated that at this time, there was no need to guess that he was also in the palace.

really.

On a pavilion, Baitao saw Ying Zheng. He was sitting cross-legged on a jade mat with an open letter in front of him. Opposite him was Lu Buwei, who was wearing official uniform and teaching earnestly.

Baitao ran in holding up her skirt.

The sound inside suddenly stopped, Ying Zheng turned his head, and when he saw it was Baitao, the coldness between his brows dissipated, and it seemed that even his voice softened, "Taotao, why did you remember to come to me?"

Lu Buwei also stopped teaching and looked at the charming little girl running up with a smile.

Baitao picked up Zhang Yuxi, placed it next to Ying Zheng, sat next to him and said, "Brother Zheng, you said that as long as someone bullies me, he will come to you to complain immediately. I am here to complain to you now."

Ying Zheng's face darkened, but before he could speak, Lu Buwei said with a smile, "Xiao Baitao, why don't you talk to Uncle Lu, who dares to bully you?"

Baitao thought he was a good person, so she recounted what had happened just now, and ended with, "She also said that I should stay less attached to Brother Zheng. If I stick to him again, Brother Zheng will be tied up, unable to do things, and will delay his future."

.”

Lu Buwei's eyes flashed.

Ying Zheng said coldly: "This is not something that a maid should take care of. Taotao, you did a good job this time. If someone dares to be so disobedient next time, no matter what, you boldly ask someone to slap her mouth."

!”

Baitao nodded, "I understand."

Lu Buwei sighed, "This time it started because there was not enough ice in the palace."

People in Qin are not fond of extravagance, so it is a habit to save money and lose enough money.

Who would have thought that such a charming young master would live in Xianyang Palace again?

He said kindly: "Zheng'er, if you have any difficulties, you should let me know in advance. After all, you are also my beloved disciple. In this way, my master happens to be a merchant and there are several ice storage workshops outside the palace.

At worst, we won't sell it to the outside world. I will order the disciples to go to the palace tomorrow to ensure that Miss Bai Tao has enough ice."

Ying Zheng solemnly handed over his hand, "Teacher's kindness can never be repaid by the government."

"Alas." Lu Buwei smiled and waved his hand, "If Zheng'er succeeds in his studies, that would be called repaying the kindness of being a teacher."

Baitao Youbing was also happy, imitating Ying Zheng's example and respectfully handed over his hands, "Thank you Uncle Lu for your kindness, Tao has nothing to repay."

She looks so small, has a double-snail bun on her head, and imitates Ying Zheng's mature accent, not to mention how funny she is.

Lu Buwei chuckled twice and said, "Okay, it's just a matter of a few pieces of ice. Don't leave. Just sit down and finish it. I'm still halfway through the story, so I don't want Zheng'er to look for you again later. Save the money.

Take a trip."

After hearing this, Baitao sat obediently next to Ying Zheng, with her back straight, staring at the words on the densely packed bamboo slips on the case, listening as intently as he did.

It's just that the little fox is not the material for reading human classics, and the science taught in this half of the article is really too clumsy.

Baitao heard it as if she was in the clouds and mist.

She thought to herself that this was just like her brother holding up her fox ears, snarling her, and hypnotizing her.

I don't know when I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was woken up by Ying Zheng pinching my nose.

She opened her fox eyes and was still staring in confusion when she heard him say, "If Jixia Academy accepts a student like you, wouldn't the teacher-sage Xunzi be angry to death?"

Baitao opened her mouth to refute.

Ying Zheng wiped some saliva from the corner of her mouth, stood up and said goodbye to Lu Buwei. Lu Buwei held the scroll in his hand and clasped one hand behind his back, "What do Zheng'er think of the "Book of Shang Jun" that you have recently learned?"

Ying Zheng said: "If you want to understand the nine theories on governing Qin, you should read "The Book of Shang Jun", which is also the national book of Qin."

"Um..."

Lu Buwei's tone was gentle, "I just feel that this "Shang Jun Shu" is too harsh on punishment and does not allow for moral governance. Furthermore, it was written too early and was too rough."

Ying Zheng understood the tone of his words, "What does the teacher think is a good work? Zheng is willing to hear the details."

Lu Buwei said: "We must strive for change, and I want to write a classic for my teacher, which integrates Confucianism, Taoism, Legalism, military, agriculture, Zongheng, and Yin and Yang schools to create the unique Lu theory and complement the Qin Dynasty. The shortcomings of the law will lead Qin to a more prosperous step."

Ying Zheng said calmly: "The day when the teacher writes the book and establishes the theory is the time for the students to observe and study."

"Hahahahaha!" Lu Buwei smiled heartily and patted his shoulder, "Okay! Okay!"

After laughing, he waved his sleeves and left happily. Baitao stood beside Ying Zheng, watching his leaving figure.

After the others left, she whispered: "Brother Zheng, Uncle Lu said that the book he wrote is not the Confucian school, not the Taoist school, not the Legalist school, not the Peasant school, let alone the Zongheng school and the Yin and Yang school. Isn't that a miscellaneous school of thought?" ?”

Ying Zheng's expression was so calm that there was no clue.

Rubbing Baitao's face, he said: "From now on, these words you have to say to me must not be mentioned to anyone. Do you understand me?"

Bai Tao's face was rubbed again, and she put her hands on her hips and said, "Of course I know, I'm just a kid, I'm not stupid."

When Ying Zheng heard this, he smiled with a smile on his lips and scratched the tip of her nose, "You will accompany me to visit my father later. My father is seriously ill and cannot get up."

After a pause, his eyebrows darkened, "Maybe we don't have much time left."

Baitao pulled his sleeve, shook it and said, "Okay, I'll just stay with you. Don't be unhappy."

"good."

Ying Zheng clapped his hands twice, ordered his people to straighten the bamboo slips, and rushed to Xianyang Palace with Baitao.

On the eaves and corners of King Qin's palace, there are two dragons hugging the wall, soaring into the sky, with tall gates and double towers floating in the sky, creating a majestic and resplendent atmosphere.

Just when he was about to enter the palace, he saw His Highness the Second Highness turned into a dragon.

Cheng Jiao was three years younger than Ying Zheng and had been raised under the knee of the Queen Mother of Huayang. She was deeply loved by the Queen Mother of Huayang.

I have never seen a windy and rainy world, so I am very white and fat, and my eyes and eyebrows are full of childishness that is not familiar with the world.

Maybe Cheng Jiao was a little timid when he saw his elder brother Ying Zheng coming.

I don’t know whether it’s better to salute or not, or whether to greet or not.

In the midst of the struggle, he stepped forward with his legs on the threshold. It was as if his legs were in a fight, not letting anyone go.

Just like that, he tripped his leg and fell down on his head. With a "pop", he fell solidly.

Ying Zheng frowned and went over to help: "Second brother, are you okay?"

Cheng Jiao was helped up by him, his chin was bleeding like crazy. He touched his chin lightly with the palm of his hand, grinning in pain.

He stretched out his other chubby palm and pushed his brother away, "It hurts, it hurts. Of course something is wrong. Get out of the way. Mom is indeed right. You will be a disaster as soon as you come back. You are a disaster to my mother and me, and you will definitely be a disaster in the future."

It will also harm Qin."

Ying Zheng was pushed, his handsome face turned cold, he took Baitao's hand and walked into the palace without saying a word.

Mrs. Han was in front. She was walking very fast in her top and bottom skirt. The train of her skirt was embroidered with skylarks with gold thread, which was extremely luxurious. She had a flowing cloud hairpin on her head, her eyes were ignited with resentment, and her red lips were pressed into

a line.

She first noticed Ying Zheng Baitao, and then saw Cheng Jiao bleeding with blood.

Mrs. Han was furious, "Jiao'er! What's wrong with you!"

When Cheng Jiao saw his mother, he was like a son finding milk. He cried, "Mother, mother, my son hurts so much. My tooth, my tooth is broken. Mother... wuwuwu, come here and have a look."

"

"Come here, Mom, take a look." Mrs. Han took three steps and two steps to inspect Chengjiao's injury. "It's broken. Why did you fall like this? Which blind slave pushed you!"

Cheng Jiao was still sobbing when he suddenly received Mrs. Han's eyes.

Cheng Jiao understood, and he immediately pointed his bloody finger at Ying Zheng and Baitao who were about to enter the palace, "Yes, wuwuwuwu, yes, they, mother, they pushed me, mother, mother, you need to ask father for help."

Please comment, otherwise I will be bullied for no reason, mother."

Ying Zheng paused in his steps.

Mrs. Han's chest rose and fell several times, and she turned to stare at Ying Zheng fiercely, "It's you! You want to harm my son. You are so bold and wanton! What's the point of being a prince? Do you even care about justice?!"

Baitao who was standing by saw Brother Zheng being wrongly accused and retorted: "Which of your eyes saw that Brother Zheng pushed him? It's useless to push a child for no reason. Your son obviously has weak legs.

It fell."

"Taotao."

Ying Zheng stopped Baitao's remarks. His expression was unpredictable. He held her hand and turned around without being humble or overbearing. "Mrs. Han wants justice, so let's go in together and ask our father to uphold justice."

Mrs. Han held Cheng Jiao, who was bleeding profusely, and cursed: "When I take my son to see the imperial doctor, I will settle the score with you."

What a mess.

Baitao gritted her teeth in anger, but when Brother Zheng spoke, she had no choice but to stop talking.
To be continued...