The Qin Dynasty perished after only two generations? My Great Qin also needs an Emperor Taizong!

Fusu stood up, bowed respectfully, took the few scrolls, and sat down beside Ying Mu. Although he was not particularly tall, he brought a slight sense of security to the young master.

Ying Zheng sternly snorted and lowered his head to continue reviewing the documents.

The main hall was spacious and quiet, and time slowly passed with the crackling of the burning candlelight.

An hour later, the King of Qin finally put down the bamboo slips in his hand.

Ying Mu suddenly shrank his neck, jolted awake from his dream of doing homework next to his teacher in his past life. He felt a chill on the back of his neck and hurriedly added a few more details with Fu Su's help. His small body was beginning to exude a faint sense of death, and his thoughts began to drift away again...

Damn it! If I can't finish my homework, won't I get beaten to death?!

"Fusu, it's getting late, you should go and rest."

Ying Zheng's sudden voice made Ying Mu's heart tighten, and he looked at Fusu with some fear.

Fusu smiled at Ying Mu, picked up the few sheets of homework, stood up, bowed to the royal desk, and solemnly called out "Father." The King of Qin turned his head to look.

"Is there anything else?"

The King of Qin's voice betrayed no emotion, but the eldest son's smile remained unchanged: "Father, it is getting late. My seventeenth brother is young and needs plenty of sleep."

Ying Zheng lowered his eyes to scrutinize the handsome and meticulous Fusu, then glanced at Ying Mu behind him, who was looking at Fusu with admiration despite his hunched back. His eyes were satisfied, but he let out a cold snort.

"Fusu".

Fusu cupped his hands in greeting, "Your subject is here!"

Fusu remained composed and presented the homework he had personally helped him complete. Ying Zheng glanced at the barely passable Qin script, then shifted his gaze to the child who seemed lost in thought. "Starting tomorrow, you no longer need to go to the Prince's Academy. Fusu will personally tutor you. Don't upset your elderly relatives who are over seventy years old at such a young age."

Ying Mu stared in shock.

Good news: No more school!

Bad news: A personal trainer has arrived!

Before Ying Mu could even react to this unexpected situation, with the King of Qin playing the bad cop, Fusu had already risen and bowed to the royal desk:

"Fusu obeys the imperial decree."

Ying Zheng had no intention of scolding a three-year-old child. He waved to Fusu... Anyway, he had already said everything he could. As the saying goes, a ruler chooses his ministers, and a minister chooses his ruler. In the end, how much help Fusu can get depends on his own abilities. He couldn't help with matters between ruler and minister.

"May Your Majesty be well. I take my leave!"

Fusu grasped Ying Mu's wrist, and after taking a few steps back, he picked her up and left Zhangtai Palace.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the king's thoughtful expression.

Just then, Zhao Gao walked in from the side carrying a stack of bamboo slips. He quietly went to the side and skillfully stacked the bamboo slips on the king's desk, while also tidying up the memorials that had been reviewed and piled up to the side.

After arranging the scrolls, he personally stood beside the king and held up the lamp.

"Xiao Gaozi."

Ying Zheng opened a letter and suddenly asked, "Fusu has a heavy workload, and I also want him to tutor the seventeenth prince in his spare time. Do you think this is beneficial or harmful to the future of Qin?"

Zhao Gao was slightly taken aback, then realized what he was doing and declined softly, "Your Majesty, how could I, a mere junior, understand such things..."

"I'll teach you how to say it!"

Seeing his lord's agitation, Zhao Gao dared not refuse any longer and could only cautiously say, "Your Majesty, if I were to speak for myself, this matter is better for the eldest son and even better for Qin. Why are you so concerned?"

Ying Zheng couldn't help but chuckle.

"Nonsense! Fusu and the Qin Dynasty are entangled together, and you say everything is alright?"

Zhao Gao chuckled, "As long as the emperor is here, everything is fine, everything is beneficial!"

Ying Zheng let out a gasp, then suddenly leaned against the royal desk, deep in thought. His well-defined fingers tapped repeatedly on the desk, and the hall fell silent once more.

After a short while, the King of Qin sighed softly and said, "Never mind. Go and summon Chief Secretary Li."

"only."

Zhao Gao retreated quietly.

……

On the other side, Fusu carried Ying Mu out of Zhangtai Palace, asked two eunuchs for directions, and walked towards Ying Mu's residence. His face did not show any worry about the increased workload.

The night was as dark as a curtain, and the stars shone brightly.

The surrounding palace paths were brightly lit by the full moon, and the two could see clearly even without lanterns.

"Brother, aren't you tired of carrying me?"

Ying Mu gently patted Fu Su's arm, reminding him that he could put himself down.

Although Fusu is only ten years old, he is tall and slender, already six feet five inches (150cm). He has phoenix eyes and peach blossom eyes, and his skin is as white as jade. He is exceptionally handsome, and his black robe makes him look even more majestic.

Just like that line of poetry that Ying Mu had overheard in his previous life:

A gentleman as fine as jade, unparalleled in the world.

Fusu smiled and touched his cheek, saying, "Brother, you have been well-versed in Confucian classics since childhood, and naturally have a broad understanding of the six arts of the gentleman advocated by Confucianism. During the spring military exercises, you also served as a chariot soldier's assistant, wielding a thirty-pound broadsword."

As he spoke, he pointed ahead.

"It's only two miles from here to my residence, and I'm only about sixty pounds now, so don't underestimate me, brother."

Looking at Fusu's confident face, Ying Mu was speechless for a moment.

If the aggrieved party doesn't mind the hardship, why should the beneficiary be so fussy?

Let him be.

It should be noted that the chariot deputy mentioned by Fusu, as the core deputy of the chariot, is mainly responsible for fighting the enemy, clearing obstacles in the chariot's progress, and protecting the safety of the general and the chariot driver in battle. He can be said to be one of the important reserve forces of the main chariot. Although both sides will restrain themselves somewhat during military exercises, being able to sit in this position in itself demonstrates one's own military strength.

Moreover, the Confucian scholars of the pre-Qin period were not as weak as those of later generations, and the bloodline of the Qin dynasty was not simple to begin with...

Well, as for why he would say that...

The reason is that Ying Mu himself is not simple either.

It should be noted that Ying Mu is only three years old, but his height is nearly five feet (110cm). Even half a year ago, he was able to knock down a two-month-old 20-pound mastiff with one punch. Now his strength has increased even more, and it is definitely not difficult for him to lift a nearly 30-pound stick and swing it a couple of times.

As for his father, King Ying Zheng, he reviewed hundreds of pounds of books every day and worked at a high intensity on drugs for more than ten years before passing away.

This also gives us a general idea of ​​just how strong the Ying family's genes are.

"Elder brother," Ying Mu said after a moment's thought, "Our Great Qin is founded on law, so why have you been well-versed in Confucian classics since childhood?"

"What you say is incorrect, little brother. As the eldest son of the Great Qin, my priority is naturally to study and master the Qin laws. As for studying Confucian classics, that is also true, but it was all arranged by my father, and it only accounts for about 30% of my studies." Fusu shook his head in rebuttal, but he did not want to say more about the reasons, or rather, he did not really understand them either.

"Does my elder brother have a lot of schoolwork?"

Fusu pondered for a moment, then nodded.

Ying Mu pressed further, "If my elder brother has so many studies to do, why did Father ask him to teach me to write?"