When people were in Qin, they ruled the world

Chapter 328 Mother and Son

"Mr. Liang has passed his fourth birthday this year, right?" Wei Yong asked.

He knew who Liang'er was in Wei Xianxian's mouth. In the past five years, there have been several more children in Xianyang Palace.

The Liang'er that Wei Xianxian was talking about was Ying Liang, the second son of the state of Qin, and Ying Fusu, the eldest son of Mrs. Mi, was above him.

"My birthday is in May, and I will be five years old in a blink of an eye," Wei Xianxian said.

"Master Liang can go to school now?" Wei Yong asked with a thought.

Ying Liang, Liang is that Liang again?A flash of light flashed in Wei Yong's mind, and he only felt as if he saw the road ahead.

In Wei Yong's life, there was only one daughter, Wei Xianxian. Although he could adopt a descendant from the same clan as his heir, it was not his blood after all.

On the contrary, Ying Liang has his own blood, and since the King of Qin did not register as a queen, doesn't it mean that Ying Liang also has a chance... for a while, disturbing thoughts appeared in Wei Yong's mind middle.

"Well, I've already entered school." Wei Xianxian said.

"Who is the teacher the King of Qin found for Mr. Liang?" Wei Yong asked.

"Confucians are nameless." Wei Xianxian said.

"People of Confucianism?" Wei Yong couldn't help frowning when he heard this. People of the royal family were taught by Confucianism, so is it necessary to cultivate a gentleman?

"Your Majesty said that Confucianists are the most suitable for teaching children. When Liang Er and the others grow up, they will find people from all schools of thought to teach them." Wei Xianxian said.

"Really?" Wei Yong pondered, quickly analyzing the meaning behind Ying Zheng's move in his mind.

During the chat between Wei Yong and Wei Xianxian's father and daughter, time passed quickly, and soon it was noon, and Wei Yong also saw his grandson.

"Mother, what are we having for lunch today?" Under Wei Yong's surprised eyes, a four or five-year-old boy in brocade clothes ran in from outside the garden.

"What's the matter with your face?" Wei Xianxian asked Ying Liang, looking at a scratch on that small face.

"It's nothing, I just got caught accidentally." Ying Liang smiled, as if the wound on his face didn't exist.

"Are you fighting again?" Wei Xianxian asked with a straight face.

"Mother, it's not my fault, it was the third brother who provoked me first, and I fought back out of necessity." Ying Liang argued.

"Isn't that the reason for you to fight? Bullying your younger brother, isn't it great?" Wei Qianxian said in a condensed voice, obviously extremely dissatisfied with his son's fighting behavior.

"Mother, the third brother is only one month younger than me, so it's not considered bullying, right?" Ying Liang said in disbelief.

"Is there any reason for you?" Wei Xianxian said as he pulled Ying Liang over and pressed him on his knee, apparently about to put on a traditional show.

"Grandpa, save me." Wei Yong, who was on the sidelines the whole time, broke his defense in an instant with this sentence.

This cunning little guy has been turning a blind eye to me since he came back. I thought it was because he hadn't seen me, and he was about to be taught a lesson, so he leaked it out.Wei Yong thought in his heart.

While finding it interesting, he also wanted to watch a play, such a naughty little guy, he still needs to teach him a lesson.

In a large hall on the west side of Xianyang Palace, Ming Zhu looked at her son Ying Zhao, who was crying in dirty clothes, with a gloomy expression on her face.

Ying Zhao is Ying Zheng's third son, born in June of the ninth year of Qin Wangzheng, only one month behind his second brother Ying Liang.

When two children of the same age meet, they are both mischievous ages, and fights naturally happen from time to time. However, when Ying Zhao, who was born a month late, faced his second brother Ying Liang, he never Neither has ever won a fight.

This kind of thing naturally makes Mingzhu, who has always been arrogant and self-proclaimed the villain of Xianyang Palace, extremely depressed. She thinks when she was beaten and cried by others since she was a child.

Well, now Mingzhu has completely forgotten that she may not have been beaten and cried when she was a child, but after she became an adult, she cried a lot.

"Why are you crying? You lose a fight and you still have the face to cry." Mingzhu said bitterly.

Facing Mingzhu's questioning, Ying Zhao cried even more sadly.

"Why did I give birth to you? It's so useless." Mingzhu said, clutching her forehead in pain. Obviously, this situation in front of her was not the first time it had happened to her.

Thinking of me, Mingzhu, why did I give birth to such a disappointing son, this is the first time this month he was beaten and came back crying?Mingzhu lamented in her heart.

For a moment, a thought like this came into Mingzhu's mind: use some means to ask the king to give me another child. Now this one is completely hopeless. At worst, I will have another child.

"Mother, it's not that I'm useless, it's that you are useless." Faced with Pearl's responsibility, Ying Zhao cried and defended.

"Ha, are you blaming me?" Mingzhu, who was depressed because her son was beaten, couldn't help laughing.

"If my mother is up to date and lets me be born a month earlier, I won't be able to beat my second brother." Ying Zhao cried.

"I've thought about it for a long time. The reason why I can't beat my second brother is because I was born a month later than my second brother. Otherwise, I would definitely be able to beat him." The little boy said with an unconvinced expression. The expression, the eyes looking at Mingzhu are exactly the same as the eyes that Mingzhu looked at him just now, just this scene can prove that the little boy is definitely Mingzhu's own.

Seeing this, Mingzhu couldn't help clenching her teeth, pulled the little boy over, and did the same thing as Wei Xianxian.

After a long time, Mingzhu, who felt refreshed, walked out of the hall, and behind her was Ying Zhao who was sobbing.

Sure enough, spanking your son feels good.Mingzhu thought in her heart.

"Bingge, is there anything interesting recently?" Mingzhu, who was walking on the corridor, asked the maid beside her.

"It's nothing interesting. If there are any, then the envoys from Chu, Wei, and Yan to Xianyang would be considered one of them." Once ranked No. One of the parrots said.

"Those prisoners of war?" Mingzhu asked.

"Yes." Parrot Song replied.

"This is a really interesting thing. Five years have passed so quickly. When they came to ask for prisoners of war as promised, it means that what the king needs to do for the prisoners of war has been done. Next, there is another thing that the king has to do. Something happened." Mingzhu said.

"However, I can't intervene in these things." Mingzhu said to herself and then asked the parrot next to her: "I'm going to let this little guy learn some martial arts, so as not to be beaten and cried by that kid Lianger all the time. Among the people around me, only you and Tian Mi are good at martial arts, who do you think is more suitable to teach the little one?"

"Tian Mi should be more suitable." Yingge replied.

"The reason." Mingzhu asked, showing aloofness.

"Although my martial arts are higher than Tian Mi's, I have learned the martial arts of assassins since I was a child. Although I am good at assassination, it is not an authentic martial arts. It is too insidious. Tian Mi's situation is just the opposite. She Although my martial arts are not as good as mine, what I have learned is the most authentic farming method, which is most suitable for young children at the age of the third son." Yingge said.

"You are honest and have no selfishness." Mingzhu said.

Although she is not very good at martial arts, she still has the knowledge that she should have, so she can naturally understand the meaning of Yingge's words.

"Then let Tian Mi teach the little guy martial arts." Mingzhu said, lowering her head to look at Ying Zhao who was by her side.

The little guy can't always lose.

　A new month, a new beginning, I wish everyone a happy Children's Day, so it should be no problem, right?We should all be children, right?

　　At the same time, I would like to thank book friends online for the 2600 book coins rewarded with silver hair and three thousand snows, as well as online humble begging for a guaranteed monthly pass.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)