"Since it's just Young Master Huhai's mischief, Your Majesty, please don't mind.”
Seeing that Ying Zheng had determined the nature of the matter, Meng Yi heaved a sigh of relief and went forward to persuade him.
"Everyone, come with me and take a look outside Fusu Palace.”
Unexpectedly, a hint of interest appeared in Ying Zheng's eyes.
Meng Yi was instantly speechless.
Didn't they say that this matter was already over?
Why did he have to go to Young Master Su's place?
Was Young Master Fusu going to be punished for beating up his younger brother?
His expression suddenly became a little worried.
However, since Ying Zheng had already given the order, none of them dared to disobey him, nor did they dare to whisper to each other. They only exchanged glances with each other, and from their eyes, they could see the sympathy they had for Young Master Fusu.
Young Master Huhai really deserved a beating.
Today, Young Master Fusu couldn't help but make a move, but he still had to be punished by the King.
He really couldn't bear it!
However, none of them could guess what Ying Zheng was thinking.
He heard something that piqued his interest in Huhai's complaint.
It's called-one can't stand without learning.
He knew what she meant.
However, Huhai said that the person Fu Su had invited had given a different explanation.
'If you don't learn my manners and respect me, I'll beat you until you can't stand up?'
It actually somewhat matched his own thoughts.
Wasn't the Bai Yue like this a few days ago?
This made him curious. He wanted to see what kind of person this person was.
The crowd came to the outside of Fusu Palace, but Ying Zheng did not go in. He just stood outside the door and listened.
There was a faint conversation coming from inside the door.
"I have learned a lot from the teacher's guidance today. Please give me some more pointers so that I can revise from time to time!”
This was Fu Su's voice. It sounded like he was asking for some knowledge.
There was nothing strange about it.
"Since you've said so much, I'll pass you another sentence.”
A lazy male voice came from inside, and Wang Ben's eyes widened.
Why was this teacher so young?
"Let me ask you, what do you mean by reviewing the old and learning the new?”
the man asked.
Many people outside answered silently in their hearts.
It was just to review the old things and obtain new knowledge. This way, he could accumulate enough knowledge to become a teacher.
What was so difficult about that?
Fu Su, who was inside, obviously had the same thoughts as them.
"Revise the knowledge you have learned in the past. If you can have new experiences and new discoveries, you can become a teacher.”
"Is the Headmaster lecturing me that I should always remember my past lessons and discover new things from them?”
Fu Su's voice was a little cautious.
Ying Zheng nodded slightly, feeling that his son seemed to have made a little progress.
Although it wasn't that much.
However, the word " lesson " was better than learning knowledge.
"Wrong! Big mistake!"
The male voice inside refuted.
"What this means is that you need to be active often. Even if you're fighting the same person or the same country, you might have a new experience every time! This way, you alone can become an army!”
There was even a hint of regret in his words.
Fu Su answered yes.
Everyone outside was dumbfounded.
What the hell was this!
"Your Majesty, this person really isn't a proper Confucian! He definitely couldn't let him lead Young Master astray!”
Meng Yi immediately jumped up.
To be able to explain the saying of revisiting the old to learn the new to this extent, what else was there to say?
However, Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the palace gate.
His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the door of the Good Hall and see the scene inside.
It had to be said that although the words of this new teacher were somewhat shocking, but…
It suited his appetite.
Great Qin had been at war with the other countries for many years, and even though it had already pacified the six countries, it still had to fight against the hidden remnants of the six countries.
But now, they had stepped into a strange circle.
The Six Nations 'survivors continuously attacked, and Great Qin's army was too tired to think about how they were going to fight, what their tactics were, or whether they were colluding with each other.
Now that this person had reminded him, he suddenly realized something!
Great Qin had been led by the nose by these people!
After figuring out this matter, he looked at the hall with a hint of scrutiny.
Was this person teaching Confucianism or the way to govern a country?
Rather than being taught by those sour Confucians to be weak and incompetent, it was better to follow this person.
If he said so, he could even pull out the ruthlessness of the old Qin people from Fu Su's bones!
Didn't he just hit his younger brother today?
Although it was not advisable to beat up his brother.
But at the very least, it proved that a part of the ferocity in Fu Su's bones had been stirred up!
As an emperor, if he didn't have a sense of viciousness in his bones, how could he manage this country well?
"This person was sent by the scholarly faction?"
He tilted his head and asked Li Si softly.
"Yes, we've already investigated. His name is Zhao Ming, and he's the disciple of Xunzi of the scholarly faction.”
Li Si quickly nodded.
"Pass down the decree. Give this child the name of his master, a house, two chests of gold and silver, and a waist token to enter and exit the palace gate at will!”
With every word Ying Zheng said, everyone's eyes widened.
Not to mention this "teacher" title, this was the duty of a full-time teacher of the Crown Prince!
Just the last sentence alone was enough to make people stare in shock!
With the waist token, he could enter and leave the palace gate at will. How great of a favor was this!
He actually gave it to a demon scholar who was full of nonsense and had never met him before so easily?
Meng Yi was heartbroken, and he almost wanted to ask if the King had also been bewitched by this Demonic Scholar!!!!
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