I am not Song Qinzong

Who would have thought that this little beauty, carved in pink and jade, would be thinking of learning martial arts with all her heart.

"Hey~"

Before Zhu Fengying could complain, Chen Zhenpeng came striding forward, and said in a military salute: "Prince, the guards have assembled, Your Highness, please move!"

Very formal.

Looking at him, it looks like he is on the battlefield.

But it didn't. With the addition of the two newly added horsemen, there were a total of fifty personal guards, all of whom were sitting upright on the bench.

According to Zhao Huan's instructions, the layout of the classroom seems to be different from that of later generations.

There is a blackboard on the wall with chalk made of plaster, and a pen and paper are placed in front of the guard.

The pen is also a novelty. It is made of wood chips sandwiched with charcoal. Except that the adhesion is not as good as that of a pencil, it feels basically the same when used.

This is also the prince's arrangement.

After all, they are all fighting men, they are good with knives and guns, but they are all soft with brushes, so they can only be simplified.

Zhao Huan went up to the podium and shouted: "There are all of them, call the names."

"Chen Zhenpeng!"

"To!"

"Zhan Tianshen!"

……

Among them, Cao Sen and Bi Jun are masters transferred from the Ma Junsi, and their riding skills are indeed superb.

Not only that, Su Yuanjing also gave ten good horses for the prince's personal guards to practice.

In a short time, 50 people rolled their names.

Very formal, showing the prince's attitude.

Clearing his throat, Zhao Huan said: "Everyone who protects me is close to your confidantes, and when I succeed to the throne, you will be in charge of an army when you are released."

"However..." Zhao Huan changed the subject and said, "Everyone is illiterate. If I issue an edict, but you and others cannot understand it, so what?"

"There are scribes on the left and right..." Chen Zhenpeng whispered.

Others also looked deeply impressed, obviously very resistant to literacy.

Unpromising... Zhao Huan sighed secretly, and said: "Suppose the scribe harbors resentment, but you don't know, and just take his edict to return to Tokyo as the truth, but in fact he is going to the border.

On the way, the government intercepted them and accused you and others of plotting rebellion. How should I deal with it? "

Seeing that he was still careless, Zhao Huan sneered and said: "If there is no fire, in terms of today's love, it will be fine to send him to Qiongzhou. If someone is killed, I'm afraid he will have to kill Ma Su with tears."

"Those who can read the imperial edict must be confidantes, how can they be deceived, and the army has its own laws, how can villains be allowed to do it..."

"Chen Zhenpeng!" Zhao Huan roared angrily.

Tired of heart!

With so much nonsense, is literacy so difficult?

"Go to the back, Zamabu listen!"

"Ah? Oh~"

Chen Zhenpeng walked back dejectedly.

An hour of horse gait makes me feel sour after thinking about it.

Huh~ Taking a long breath, Zhao Huan gritted his teeth and said: "If you work hard today, you will be rewarded in the future. If you slack off today, it will be too late to regret tomorrow!

The king's subordinates want to reuse it all depends on their ability, among which literacy is the foundation.Because I can't read and write, I can't be promoted, don't blame this king for not showing affection. "

Seeing that Zhao Huan spoke seriously, everyone put away their carelessness.

It's about the future, and no one wants to be in the same place after many years.

After speaking harshly, Zhao Huan knocked on the table and said, "Okay, class is on now, this time the target is literacy [-], addition and subtraction with [-] digits..."

Not to mention that the crown prince was worried about the personal guards, but only to say that in the small building of Zhao's family, the lights were brightly lit, and soft songs lingered on the beams.

"If life is only as it was first seen, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan.

Waiting for leisure to change but one's own heart, but the old one's heart is easy to change.

Lishan language stopped the night and half of the night, and finally did not complain.

How about Bo Xing Jin Yilang, who will wish for that day. "

"Good poetry!" Zhao Ji closed his eyes and tasted it for a while, then said: "I have no time recently, but I have neglected you."

"National affairs are heavy, and it is normal for the king not to be idle." Zhao Yuannu laughed.

Are the affairs of state heavy?

How can it be!

It's just that Zhao Ji likes the new and hates the old, and Zhao Yuannu hasn't won any good works, so he doesn't like to come.

It's good to keep these words in your heart, Zhao Yuannu will never say it.

At this moment, the bustard came in with a tray.

Needless to say, gold cups and silver cups, fine nectar and jade liquid, and exquisite side dishes.

Zhao Yuannu took it over and made wine for Zhao Ji.

The old bustard stood aside and said with a smile: "The official has not been here for a long time, and Yuan Nu has been depressed."

Zhao Ji nodded slightly, and said: "If life is just as it was first seen in this poem, we can see the clue."

Zhao Yuannu mixed the wine and handed it over with both hands, saying: "Your Majesty, try it, is it the old taste?"

Probably knowing that it is not good for the emperor to go in and out of the brothel, so Zhao Ji only used the identity of Duan Wang, so Zhao Yuannu called him the king.

Zhao Ji took a sip, pondered for a while, and praised: "Your wine is the most delicious when looking at Tokyo."

"By the way, where did you get this poem? But it cost a lot of money?" Zhao Ji asked.