Do you know: I am the crown prince

Chapter 3 Two Teachers
Zhao Xing was feeling worried when he suddenly felt himself being picked up.

At first glance, it was his adoptive father.

"Look at Fu'er's smiling face, he is so cute." The official held his son in his arms and liked him more and more.

Zhao Xing: "..."

How can you tell that I'm laughing again? I obviously want to cry.

Zhao Xing's current mood is like that of an ordinary person who suddenly finds out that he has won a jackpot and is about to claim the prize, only to discover that the lottery ticket is lost.

How could he laugh?

In the past, when his cheap father came over, Zhao Xing would act cute and try to please him, but now he has no mood to do so at all.

"Fuer is happy to see that Your Majesty is happy. Every time Your Majesty hugs him, he is happy." Concubine Zhu came over, looked at her son and smiled.

"Haha, this is my son, so of course he is close to me." The official said with a smile.

Zhao Xing: "..."

"I originally wanted to name him Fu, but as water overflows when it is full, and as the moon waxes and wanes, I think this is inappropriate. I'd better name him Xing. He will inherit the world in the future. I failed to revive the Song Dynasty, and I hope he can do it." said the emperor.

After the New Year, the official had reached the age of forty and had high hopes for his son.

"Xing, Zhao Xing, your majesty, this is a good name."

Zhu was not very surprised when she heard this. The emperor's family only had a few daughters and no sons. Whoever gave birth to a son first would almost certainly become the crown prince.

Unless the queen can give birth to a prince, even if a concubine gives birth to a prince later, it will not shake her son's status.

"Fuer, did you hear that? From now on you will be called Zhao Xing." The official pinched his son's little face.

Zhao Xing felt uncomfortable when being pinched, but he usually just endured it. But now he was in a bad mood and stretched out his little hand to push his stepfather's hand away.

His strength was very small, but when the official felt it, he withdrew his hand.

"My dear, Fu'er doesn't seem to like this name." said the emperor.

Concubine Zhu: “…”

What could a child who is only a few days away from turning three months old know?

When Zhao Xing heard this, he became anxious and immediately grinned.

He had been called this name for so many years in his previous life. If it was suddenly changed, he would really not be used to it.

"Your Majesty, look, Fu'er is smiling, which shows that he likes the name your Majesty gave him very much." Concubine Zhu said.

"Haha, as long as you like it."

The emperor smiled and said, "By the way, I have arranged a marriage for Xing'er today."

"Oh?" Concubine Zhu was surprised and asked, "I wonder which family this girl is from?"

"The Duke of England has a daughter who is only two years old now. In a few years when Xing'er is older, I will formally arrange a marriage for them." said the official.

When Zhao Xing heard his adoptive father say that he had arranged a marriage for him, he also pricked up his ears and listened.

When he heard that she was the daughter of the Duke of England, he was also stunned.

Isn’t that Zhang Guifen?

He remembered that in the play, the Duke of Ying seemed to be planning to marry his daughter to the Marquis Zhongjing's mansion, but before the marriage was finalized, Prince Yan rebelled.

After Zhao Zongquan ascended the throne, he let Shen Congxing marry Zhang Guifen.

Could it be that Zhang Guifen was originally destined to be the emperor's daughter-in-law, but it didn't happen because 'he' died young?
"The Duke of Yingzhou's mansion is full of loyal and brave people. Their two sons died in the war with Western Xia, leaving no offspring. I feel so guilty. Letting Fu'er marry the Duke of Yingzhou's daughter can be considered as compensation to the Zhang family." The emperor sighed.

"Your Majesty, don't think too much about it. It's not your fault." Concubine Zhu comforted.

After listening to the important information, Zhao Xing yawned and fell asleep soon after.

……

God bless the fourth year in spring.

A child about four or five years old was walking in the palace.

The child is as pretty as a piece of jade, with a smiling face, which is very cute.

Behind him was a group of palace maids and eunuchs, following carefully, and behind them were a few eunuchs carrying a sedan chair.

This child was Zhao Xing. He was over three years old and not yet four years old, but because he was exercising intentionally, he looked like a child of four or five years old.

Over the years, Zhao Xing roughly deduced the timeline based on some things.

Now, there are about five years left before the plot unfolds.

This inference is based on Gu Tingye's age. At the beginning of the play, the Yuan family went to the Sheng family to propose marriage, and Gu Tingye was fifteen years old at that time.

Gu Tingye is only ten years old now.

By this calculation, he was probably about eight or nine years old when he died.

Logically speaking, although the survival rate of children in ancient times was low, children aged eight or nine were generally not so easy to die.

However, medical conditions in ancient times were poor, so it was normal that if you really got a disease, it could not be cured.

Knowing this, Zhao Xing felt relieved.

What he feared most was that the original owner died in childhood, and then he would be helpless.

However, Zhao Xing did not relax. He started exercising intentionally since he was over two years old.

Of course, it is limited to going to bed early and getting up early, taking a walk every morning and evening, etc.

After all, a two-year-old's body can't stand the torture, and it would be a lot of fun if you really ruin yourself.

Along the way, the guards, palace maids and eunuchs they met stopped and saluted respectfully, and only stood up after Zhao Xing walked away.

Zhao Xing finally understood why so many people were obsessed with power.

This taste is really enjoyable.

Zhao Xing walked all the way to the outside of Longtu Pavilion, breathing slightly.

There's no way, the palace is too big.

The eunuch at the door saw Zhao Xing coming and hurriedly stepped forward to salute and said, "Your Highness, His Majesty said that you can go in directly when you come."

"Ah."

Zhao Xing nodded, walked to the front of the hall, stepped over the high threshold, and entered the hall.

Of the eunuchs and palace maids who followed him, only one followed him into the hall, while the rest waited outside.

Longtu Pavilion is the emperor's office, equivalent to the imperial study. The hall is not luxurious but rather very simple.

The reason for this is that his adoptive father, the current official, advocates frugality.

This is not just a pretense, it's really simple.

In Zhao Xing's opinion, as an emperor, his meal would require at least a large table, let alone a Manchu-Han banquet with more than a hundred dishes.

However, as a cheap father, he only had a few dishes every time he had a meal.

In the past two years, the concept of frugality has been often instilled in Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing strongly disagreed with this. Although he had never left the palace so far, he had heard the eunuchs talk about things outside the palace.

The nobles and officials in the city of Bianjing lived a very extravagant life.

As long as the emperor doesn't build too many buildings and just wastes a little on food and drink, how much can he spend?

It's useless to rely solely on the emperor's frugality.

Of course, he didn't dare say these.

Inside the main hall, the emperor was talking to an old man about sixty years old and a middle-aged man. When he saw Zhao Xing coming in, he smiled and said, "Fu'er is here."

"Your son greets you, father!" Zhao Xing saluted in a serious manner.

"No gift."

The emperor waved his hand, pointed at the old man beside him and said with a smile: "You have been clamoring to go to school, these two are the teachers that your father found for you."

"Greetings to both teachers!" Zhao Xing saluted the old man as a student.

Although he didn't know the identities of the two men, the old man was wearing a purple official uniform and the middle-aged man was wearing a scarlet official uniform, which meant that the old man was at least a third-rank official and could already be called "husband".

As for that middle-aged man, he was at least of the fifth rank.

In the Song Dynasty, the title of Xianggong was not exclusive to the prime minister. Generally, any important minister of the third rank could be called Xianggong.

The real prime minister is called the Great Prime Minister.

"Your Highness, you are too embarrassed to serve me!"

Seeing this, the two of them quickly flashed back to return the greeting.

"Huaide, Bochang, Fuer has been clamoring to go to school. I'm sorry to trouble you with Fuer's studies in the future." said the official.

(End of this chapter)