The queen mother is still teaching Jiang Xing the most basic reading and writing, and Lin Qingyu already has a "magnificent" plan.
On this day, while Jiang Xing was taking a nap, Lin Qingyu went to Ci'an Temple to greet the Queen Mother. The queen mother was enjoying a poem written by Jiang Xing, and when she saw him coming, she smiled and said: "Qingyu, come and see, how well the emperor's writing is, how powerful it is."
Lin Qingyu glanced. Jiang Xing obviously deliberately wrote the words round and naive, and only the queen mother would find it vigorous. "Queen dowager, since the emperor can read and write, he should ask an emperor to teach the emperor."
The queen mother hesitated and said: "The emperor is still young, so it's okay to stay with Ai's family and be taught by Ai's family."
"There are some things that you may not be able to teach him."
The queen mother could hardly hide her distress: "But the emperor... he is still a child."
Lin Qingyu reminded her: "The emperor will be eighteen by the end of the year." I don't know if it was a coincidence that Xiao Li and Jiang Xing's birthday was on the same day.
"You can't say that." The Queen Mother blamed, "Although the emperor is almost eighteen, his mind is like a seven or eight-year-old child."
"I entered the school when the prince was five years old. The emperor is already'seven/eight' years old. If you indulge in it, do you want others to guard him for the rest of your life?"
Lin Qingyu's words were a bit harder, and the queen mother's face was not pretty, but the reason was the same. If the emperor wants to sit still, the sooner he takes charge of politics, the better. After consideration, the queen mother said: "Do you have a candidate for the emperor teacher?"
Lin Qingyu quickly found a suitable candidate. Guan Zhongkai, composed a poem at the age of three and chanted poetry at the age of five. When the first emperor was alive, he used to control military aircraft and held important positions in the official department and the household department. He returned home five years ago and is now sixty-five years old.
This person is Li Ching’s mentor and recommended to Lin Qingyu by Li Ching. In a letter written by Lin Xiang, sincere and humble, he invited Mr. Guan back to the capital to take the post of Tai Fu.
Jiang Xing was able to cope with the situation by just writing a few words at the Queen Mother the day before, and the next day there will be an emperor who knows everything well.
Lin Qingyu said: "From now on, the emperor doesn't have to go to Ci'an Temple to read and write. The emperor will learn how the prince Dayu learns."
Regarding Tai Fu He's loose posture, he is quite immortal, and he is also a courtesy of everyone: "Chen, Guan Zhongkai, see Your Majesty."
Jiang Xing had a bad premonition, but he returned the gift in a respectful manner. After all, respecting the teacher and respecting the Tao is something that is carved in the bones no matter what era. Then, he turned to Lin Qingyu and said in the childish tone of a seven-year-old child: "Brother Prime Minister, please come over."
Lin Qingyu was pulled aside by Jiang Xing: "What?"
Jiang Xing asked in a low voice, "How did Prince Dayu learn
"Every day at Yin Shi I go to the study to preview my homework, and at Mao Shi I will officially start classes until midday."
Hearing the word "Yinshi", Jiang Xing almost didn't move forward in one sigh: "No... Qingyu, when I am still growing up, sleep deprivation will not grow well."
Lin Qingyu raised her head to look at him: "In the afternoon, the princes usually take riding and shooting lessons. But your riding and shooting have been practiced almost in your life, and you can get rid of it in this life."
"Can I play that afternoon?"
Lin Qingyu cruelly said: "Continue to study in the study in the afternoon."
Jiang Xing laughed angrily: "Do you want me to return to the third year of high school?"
Jiang Xing and Lin Qingyu mentioned his studies in his hometown, and Lin Qingyu knew something about this: "The emperor thinks too much. When you are in high school, how many days off each month?"
Jiang Xing looked defensive: "On the eighth day."
Lin Qingyu smiled and said: "The prince only has two days off each year. One day is the first day of the new year and the other is the prince's birthday."
Jiang Xing was suffocated: "The cattle in the fields are not so plowed. I am the emperor, why should I suffer this kind of suffering?"
"Because you are the emperor, you have to learn more than others."
"But I just want to be a waste emperor."
"Then what about your country?" Lin Qingyu sneered coldly, "Do you want to count on me for the rest of your life, soft rice is so delicious?"
Jiang Xing smiled and said, "That's pretty delicious."
Lin Qingyu made a stab at it, and Jiang Xing changed his mouth again: "Qingyu, have you ever heard the saying of'doing nothing, conform to nature'? I think..."
Lin Qingyu said, "You study in daytime and you still have time to play at night."
"Then will you play with me?"
"If you are not busy, yes."
Jiang Xing sighed and compromised: "All right."
Whether Jiang Xing was willing or not, his hard study began when he was seventeen physically and twenty-one mentally. He learned some basics when he was in his hometown, but he was limited to memorizing a couple of poems occasionally to tease his wife. The written language can be seen at the level of proficiency, which is incomparable with the native-born talents. Guan Zhongkai is undoubtedly a good teacher, but he kept talking in a monotonous voice during class, and Jiang Xing was drowsy.
Lin Qingyu didn't arrange for Jiang Xing to accompany him, he was the only student in the study. He has tried very hard to control not falling asleep, but sometimes this is really not something normal people can control.
Fortunately, he is the emperor not the prince. Without the father and the emperor to intervene in his homework, the mother and the queen would only spoil him indefinitely. Wife asked occasionally, he could take Lin Qingyu's attention by doing something.
After three months of studying this way, Lin Qingyu proposed to take Jiang Xing to the court together. Jiang Xing was lacking in interest and looked dispensable: "It doesn't matter if I go or not, anyway, you are there."
Lin Qingyu has already seen Jiang Xing thoroughly, this person has always been this way about things that he is not interested in. As long as he knows that he has the responsibility to do it, no matter how lazy he is, he will do it reluctantly in the end. This is true of marching and war, and the same is true of governing the country.
He can do things that he is not interested in so well, so what he is interested in is not easy to come by. It's a pity that Jiang Xing seems to have no interest at all except sleeping and sleeping with him.
Lin Qingyu said: "You also go and listen, it is beneficial and harmless."
"Okay, listen to Madam during the day."
Lin Qingyu vaguely felt wrong, and asked, "What about the night?"
Jiang Xing smiled and said, "Listen to it at night."
Lin Qingyu: "..." She started talking nonsense again.
Jiang Xing was woken up early in the morning, and any cadre waited to toss. After he was dressed, he was supported on the sedan chair and came to the Jinluan Temple in the early morning.
Sitting at the highest point of the Jinluan Temple, he looked boredly at the officials through the bead curtain on the mian's head. After the abdication of Emperor Chuxi, the officials of the former dynasty changed their blood. Lin Qingyu and the queen mother suppressed some old officials and promoted many newcomers, including many young talents like Li Ling. But Lin Qingyu is still the most outstanding and eye-catching one, even to describe it as a standout.
Lin Qingyu was calm and indifferent in the morning, unsmiling, with compelling aura, and when she was in his arms, she was completely two people. Jiang Xing admired the beauties and listened to the affairs of the ministers. It was rare that he did not feel sleepy.
When leaving the court, the young emperor who didn't say a few words suddenly said: "Prime Minister, are you tired while standing?"
Lin Qingyu said: "Back to the emperor, the minister is not tired."
"But I look tired for you." Jiang Xing was innocent and ignorant of world affairs. "From now on, the prime minister will just sit up."
Suddenly, there was no sound in the hall. Lin Qingyu raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Xing, before kneeling down in salute: "The minister kowtowed thanks to the emperor."
After that day, there was an extra chair in the temple of Jinluan. Everyone knew that before the emperor took office, the chair that Lin Xiang was sitting on was the real dragon chair.
After the dynasty, Lin Qingyu was free, so he invited Guan Zhongkai to ask Jiang Xing's homework: "Guan Taifu, how has the emperor learned recently?"
Guan Zhongkai was embarrassed: "This..."
Lin Qingyu said, "Tao Fu, but it's okay to say."
Guan Zhongkai shook his head: "It's true that the prime minister said that the emperor is not attentive in his homework. If he is fully focused, the emperor will only spend five minutes on it at most. But the articles he writes are not too bad. Questions must be answered, so that people can't find fault... I really don't know how to persuade him."
Lin Qingyu raised her lips: "The emperor has always been like this."
"The old man thought that the emperor was talented, and if he could focus on his studies, he would definitely not lose to the former prince."
Lin Qingyu pondered: "I see."
After the summer, Lin Qingyu suddenly became busy. Jiang Xing couldn't see him at other times except for seeing him in the early morning. He didn't panic at first, thinking that anyway, Lin Qingyu would go to Xingqing Palace to attend the night. Whoever thought he was waiting in bed and almost falling asleep, Lin Qingyu hadn't come yet. After asking Xiao Songzi, he knew that Lin Qingyu was still in the Palace of Qinzheng and seemed to have unfinished business affairs.
Jiang Xing was lonely and could not sleep, put on his clothes and went to the Palace of Qinzheng. As expected, he saw Lin Qingyu working overtime alone. It seemed that there were endless book cases and endless documents, and the hard-working silhouette fell by the window. He was tired and distressed.
—When did his wife become a social animal
Jiang Xing walked in and said, "Qingyu, are you still busy?"
Lin Qingyu didn't lift her head, but said coldly "Uh".
Jiang Xing pulled aside the chair and sat down: "I'll accompany you."
"No, you can go play."
Jiang Xing frowned: "I don't play—we haven't seen each other in ten hours, don't you miss me?"
Think, why don't you think.
Jiang Xing would not know how much he had to work hard to restrain him from looking for him.
"Fortunately." Lin Qingyu said, "You stay as long as you want, but don't bother me."
Jiang Xing looked at Lin Qingyu with fatigue between his eyebrows and asked, "Qingyu, how much do you want to see, can I help you watch it?"
The smile in Lin Qingyu's eyes flashed: "No, you don't understand."
Jiang Xing smiled and said, "Please forgive me for being not humble. But I think I'm okay, I can understand a little bit."
"Your focus at the moment should be on your studies. It will not be too late for you to share the worries for me when the master says that you can do it."
Jiang Xing suddenly realized, and said slowly: "Lin Xiang is a different way to play with me and persuade me to learn."
Lin Qingyu's face was indifferent: "The emperor is willing to study hard?"
Jiang Xing sighed: "I really can't afford to be interested, but for you... Okay. Komatsuko, bring me the "Ce Lun" that I haven't finished reading today."
In the scorching summer, the sky is getting hotter, and the sound of muffled thunder is followed by pouring rain.
Outside the window was the sound of pattering rain. Jiang Xing and Lin Qingyu were sitting together, sharing a palace lantern, one reading a book, the other governing affairs, and their arms touched each other from time to time.
Jiang Xing was tired when he looked up, and he could see the person he liked.
For a moment of trance and inexplicable throbbing, he seemed to have really returned to his seventeen-year-old.
He couldn't help calling out, "Qingyu."
"Huh?" Lin Qingyu raised her head and was kissed on her lips.
The two had no idea how many times they had made each other, but Jiang Xing could always come out unexpectedly, making people blush and heartbeat, and didn't know how he did it.
Because of his face
Lin Qingyu thought wildly, with a calm tone: "Kiss and kiss, aren't you tired?"
After thinking hard, Jiang Xing replied, "It's very tired."
Lin Qingyu had a knife hidden in her eyes: "Say it again?"
"It's too tired to fall in love, why don't we get married sooner?" Jiang Xing smiled, "I will be 22 years old soon, so I can get a certificate in my hometown."
Lin Qingyu was taken aback. Jiang Xing had been back in Xiao Li's body for a while, but he had never thought about it.
Different from the previous two times, Jiang Xing is now the son of emperor, even if the affairs of Dayu's male wife increase day by day, it is not his turn to marry a male wife. His wife is the queen of the maternal rites world, even if it can be a man, it is impossible to be a man who has been widowed twice.
Lin Qingyu is very satisfied with the status quo. As long as he can be with Jiang Xing, his status doesn't matter to him. Of course, he wouldn't let Jiang Xing make someone else the queen, and he would give Jiang Xing a few more shots.
Lin Qingyu chuckled and shook his head: "You are a monarch and I am a minister, how do you get married?"
Jiang Xing smiled and lowered his head to continue reading: "If you use your brain, there will always be a way."
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