I am not Song Qinzong

No matter what, I won't let myself and the people around me be bullied by the Jurchens.

He took the sour plum soup from Bai Rong's hand and drank it all in one gulp, the summer heat was mostly gone.

After changing his clothes, Zhao Huan went into the study again.

"Lang Jun, daddy has been exempted from homework, are you?" Zhu Lian asked curiously.

Normally, Zhao Huan wished he could tear down the study, but he didn't want to get sick, but fell in love with entering the study.

"Today, I ordered all the guards to read and write, so I thought about writing some enlightenment books for them."

After repeating what he had said to his personal guard, Zhao Huan ordered Zhu Lian to grind the ink.

Although he didn't know when the prince had grown up to learn, Zhu Lian didn't refute, and rubbed his ink quietly.

Thanks to the muscle memory of the predecessor, I can still write traditional Chinese characters with the brush.

It's not eye-catching enough, but it's neat and not ugly.

"At the beginning of human beings, the nature is good. The nature is similar, but the habit is far away. If you don't teach it, your nature will change. The way to teach is to specialize..." Zhu Lian couldn't help reading out.

"Lang Jun, this book..."

"How?" Zhao Huan asked without raising his head.

"This book will definitely be famous for thousands of years. If it is given to the emperor, it will be praised." Zhu Lian said.

"I donate it in private, I'm afraid my father doesn't care much about it, so I might as well take it out at the court meeting."

Zhao Huan stopped writing, took out "Mencius", flipped through it, and picked up his pen again.

Zhu Lian thought he was looking for allusions, but he didn't know that the prince was looking at how to write traditional characters.

"In the past, the king of Zhuang of Chu would never make a name for himself, and he became a blockbuster. The world regarded the prince as benevolent and pure. Once this book is published, it will definitely wash away the influence of lack of literary talent."

Zhao Huan smiled and continued writing.

Thanks to the sequelae of time travel—memory enhancement, Zhao Huan’s speed is not slow.

Its time is mainly spent looking up traditional characters and revising the story.

After all, 200 years after the original book was written, some things that are not suitable for the present must be revised one or two times.

Before I knew it, it was noon, and after eating, I squinted for a while, and wrote again for an hour, and finally finished the book.

"Mr. Lang, let my concubine check to see if there is any mistake."

After saying these words, Zhu Lian grabbed the chair and began to savor it by himself.

Zhao Huan also let him go to the front yard by himself.

The flowers, plants, trees and rockery have all been eradicated, and the land is being leveled, and it will be done in the evening.

Seeing everyone sweating profusely under the scorching sun, Zhao Huan ordered: "Order down, make herbal tea and bring it here."

"Yes." Yu Ren agreed.

In the evening, the ground leveling was completed.

The handymen retire and the guards gather.

Seeing them working for a long time, not only did they not feel impatient, but they were all in high spirits, and their energy was much stronger than in the morning.

Seeing this, Zhao Huan was speechless.

It can only be said that the infrastructure maniac is the infrastructure maniac, which comes from the bottom of his heart and cannot be changed.

Zhao Huan nodded slightly, and said with admiration: "Very good, each person will be rewarded with two bolts of silk, rest tomorrow, and practice on time the day after tomorrow."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for the reward!" The guards became excited.

This reward is not low.

just like

A piece of silk is worth two guan, which is quite a lot, enough for them to go to the brothel Goulan to eat, drink and play for a day.

The most important thing is that this is the first time the prince has offered a reward.

It's funny to say that these personal guards have been guarding the left and right, but the original body never rewarded them.

Probably, the original body felt that the position of the crown prince was stable, so there was no need to buy people's hearts.

stupid!

Assuming he was assassinated, with such an indifferent attitude, he still expects his personal guards to cover him up regardless of his own safety?

It’s not bad if you don’t run away!

When the guards were excited, Yu Ren had already arranged for someone to bring the silk.

Zhao Huan picked up the two horses and handed them to Chen Zhenpeng with his own hands, saying: "The guards around you have worked hard and worked hard."

"Your Highness speaks seriously, I... I..."

Uh~ so moved to tears?Zhao Huan is also funny.

So, he patted Chen Zhenpeng's shoulder calmly, and handed two pieces of silk to Zhan Tianshen.

Zhan Tianshen didn't cry, but his eyes were red, obviously moved.

A little closer, and the group of guards were immediately moved.

Given time, all of them will be dead soldiers, Zhao Huan is very confident.

After distributing the silk one by one, Zhao Huan said again: "They are all old men, don't act like a child, those who have wives go home, and those who don't go play by themselves.

Just remember to restrain yourself, and don't become a soft-legged shrimp when you gather in the morning the next day. "

"Don't worry, Prince Chu, I won't let you down."

Chen Zhenpeng laughed through tears, and took the lead in expressing his opinion.

The rest also patted their chests, each promising not to miss the training.

"Okay, let's go." Zhao Huan scolded with a smile.

Everyone took orders, but they didn't disband immediately.