What should I do if I am beheaded by the First Emperor at the beginning?

Chapter 38 Stealing a Floating Life for Half a Day's Leisure [One update, please recommend]

bright day

Chen Ke opened his eyes in a daze, and rubbed his sore forehead.

Even if it was Qin Chao's wine, he drank too much last night and was in a really happy mood, so he felt a little hungover.

Drinking too much water will make you uncomfortable, let alone real wine?
"yawn"

Chen Ke yawned casually, lying on the bed and not wanting to move.

He just looked at the top of the bed quietly like that, with a tired look on his face.

What if you don't want to move every day?
"Finally lie down for a while, just half an hour."

Chen Ke secretly swore in her heart that she must not continue to be decadent today.

"Lie down for another quarter of an hour, and I'll get up and go to the Manufacturing Department to see what's going on there."

"Even if the first emperor has doubts about the enlightenment of the whole people, it is always no problem to vigorously produce paper."

Thinking of this, Chen Ke lay there blankly.

While thinking about things in my heart, I half-emptied myself.

After figuring it out for a while, I didn't know where my thoughts went.

After half an hour.

Chen Ke suddenly sighed, got up from the bed, and looked at the wall in front of him.

"It's really not working here."

"However, the temperature is slightly stronger than in later generations."

"Is it because of global warming in future generations?"

Chen Ke couldn't help thinking.

another half an hour later

Chen Ke reluctantly struggled up from the bed, sat by the bed and looked at the shoes by the bed.

"Yesterday Fusu went back after drinking, will he be questioned by His Majesty?"

"Ugh"

"Drinking is really a mistake"

He looked at it, and he didn't know where his thoughts went.

half an hour later

Chen Ke stood up: "No, I can't continue to be decadent like this."

"Chen Ke, oh Chen Ke, do you just want to push back from hour to hour like this?"

"Don't you care about the affairs of the Manufacturing Department?"

"Wake up!"

"You are the Shaofu! You are also the director of the Manufacturing Department!"

"How can it be so bad?"

an hour later
"Ah, this recliner is really comfortable."

Chen Ke was lying in the yard, with the canopy of a big tree above his head, creating a shade for him.

He half-closed his eyes: "Forget about the Manufacturing Department."

"Anyway, there are Wang Wu and the others over there, so nothing will happen."

"There is nothing I need to deal with in the Shaofu. It has already been dealt with before."

"Let's lie down and rest"

"Finally have time to rest, don't show off, what are you doing?"

He was half lying on the chair, smiling.

Suddenly thought of something again, sat up: "Oh."

"Forget it, you still have to get up."

Chen Ke pouted, looking at the chair under him with a little helplessness.

"You have to give this to Brother Zheng."

"Even if Brother Zheng doesn't like it, he has to send it over."

"Otherwise Brother Zheng doesn't have what I have, so wouldn't that be the end of me?"

Chen Ke stretched his waist, and ordered to go down to prepare chariots and horses, and head to the palace.

Yichun Palace

Fu Su had already woken up from yesterday's hangover, he was sitting in the hall with a helpless expression on his face.

His fingers gently stroked his temples.

"Why did I get so dizzy yesterday that I got drunk with the teacher?"

Fusu sighed helplessly.

He hasn't been like this for a long time, after all, what Chunyuyue taught him before is etiquette.

In the past, he seemed to be trapped in the palace, his hands and feet were all wood with shackles.

And Chen Ke is like an extremely barbaric person.

He came over, split the shackles on Fusu's body with the sword in his hand, and cursed in an extremely vulgar way: "Bitch!"

Fusu thought about it, but couldn't help laughing out loud.

When he lowered his head and looked at the scroll in his hand, his expression was not so happy.

He was still reading Confucian books, but this time, he seemed to have a different idea.

In previous years, Chunyu Yue didn't let him read, but today he read Xunzi's books openly.

And according to what Chen Ke told him before, he added his own thinking.

The sun shone slightly into the hall, casting out a shadow.

"Tap Tap"

A burst of footsteps sounded, waking Fusu from the book.

There is only one person who can enter this hall without a pass, and that is Ying Zheng.

Sure enough, Ying Zheng was approaching.

At this time, Ying Zheng lost some of the majesty and solemnity of the court meeting, and was a little more ordinary.

He is like the most ordinary middle-aged father.

"What is Fusu looking at?"

As Ying Zheng walked, he glanced at the books on Fusu's desk and asked.

Fusu wanted to lower his head subconsciously, but when he thought of Chen Ke's teaching, he raised his head slightly, almost at the same level as Ying Zheng.

But his eyes were lowered a little.

"Father, my son is reading Xunzi's "On Heaven""

Xunzi?
Ying Zheng became interested: "Xunzi?"

"I remember that you didn't read Xunzi's books very much in the past, why do you want to read them today?"

Fusu smiled slightly, like a spring breeze.

"Father, the teacher said, "There is no way to write a book, you can travel thousands of miles and read thousands of books""

"I can't travel thousands of miles now, but I want to read thousands of books."

"The teacher once said that there should be no divisions, mistakes or omissions in reading books."

"When you read all the books in the world, you can really form a good understanding."

"If you only read one person's book, your thinking is too one-sided."

Seeing Fusu talking eloquently in front of him, Yingzheng felt a little relieved in his heart.

After seeing him in the past, Fusu has always called himself "son".

And he will definitely bow his head, not daring to look at himself.

How long has it been since it was handed over to Chen Ke?There has been such a huge change.

Not only did he dare to look up at himself, but when facing himself, he was less cowardly and more eloquent.

Ying Zheng was slightly relieved, as if seeing his son finally grow up.

"good."

"What Chen Ke said makes a lot of sense."

He was slightly moved, and an idea appeared in his mind involuntarily.

Fusu has a teacher, and Chen Ke taught Fusu so well.

Does that mean he can also take care of other children for himself?
For other children, they are not required to be like Fusu, as long as they are not too bad.

After all, other children don't need to inherit Daqin's country.

While the father and son were talking, Zhao Gao walked hurriedly not far away, but he still seemed to be walking steadily.

"Your Majesty, the Young Manor Chen Ke is asking to see you."

Shaofu Chen Ke?

Ying Zheng's brows were somewhat curious.

This is really a coincidence.

I just thought of him, but he has already arrived?
It's just that every time this guy comes to find him, nothing good happens.

I don't know what this time is for?
He nodded slightly and said, "Let him come in."

When Zhao Gao went to deliver the order, Ying Zheng looked at Fu Su and said with a smile, "What do you think is the reason for Chen Ke's visit?"

(End of this chapter)