I, the Prince of Qin

　　Two dragons control water.

　　If the two dragons work together, my empire will not be as good as it is!

　　Over there, Mo Zhe finished another business, and A Fang's melancholy voice sounded: "His Royal Highness, why don't you use my Daqin's internal affairs processing system? It's very slow and hard to do it one by one."

　　Mo Zhe took the pen to write and draw, and at the same time calculated in his mind, compared the values ​​before and after, and checked for omissions, while returning to the question of Afang:

　　"Da Qin's internal affairs processing system was designed by the First Emperor himself. It is too excellent and perfect."

　　"Isn't an excellent auxiliary system bad? Like these primitive government affairs, the analysis and processing are completed in an instant."

　　"It's just because it's so good." Mo Zhe tapped his pen on his forehead and scrutinized the business at hand.

　　"The first emperor's vision is too high and too far, and the entire system works too perfectly. If I ask that system to help, all the questions will be answered directly, just copy the answers..." Mo Zhe finished his scrutiny and wrote steadily.

　　"If I do that, I only know what the answer is, but I don't know how the answer came out!"

　　Mo Zhe picked up another document: "The biggest problem with relying on machines is that it is difficult to know the calculation process. What I need to learn is not just 'what', but more importantly 'why'. If I am lazy here, Never try to really catch up with the First Emperor."

　　In the Soul Seal that Mo Zhe absorbed, in addition to his combat skills, he also had a lot of experience in governing the country of emperors who dominated one side.

　　The countries ruled by these emperors have different conditions, different systems, different styles of governance, and there are endless things to learn.

　　While studying, practicing, and dealing with the practical problems the empire is facing today, Mo Zhe feels that his ability in government affairs is improving every second.

　　But still not enough.

　　Especially, at the beginning, through Efang, I tried to use the internal affairs assistance system designed by the First Emperor, and after seeing the incomparably lofty vision and wrist.

　　The question that always popped up in my mind came up again.

　　Why did the first emperor cede the throne of Da Qin to himself?

　　What kind of considerations are there?

　　I, originally, was just an ordinary person.

　　……

　　The busy day of the empire has come to an end again.

　　When Mo Zhe returned to his residence, he saw that the lights were bright, the little girl was lying on the table, sleeping soundly. A lot of documents and memorials were scattered on the table and the floor, which was a busy scene.

　　I fell asleep on my stomach again, not afraid of catching a cold.Mo Zhe shook his head, walked over, took off his coat, and put it on Fra.

　　Fraser woke up, rubbed his bloodshot eyes from fatigue, and blinked in a daze. Seeing that it was Mo Zhe, he giggled twice.

　　"As an emperor, I don't have a few servants around me." Mo Zhe possessed himself and helped pick up the documents on the ground.

　　Fra patted his face and forced himself to cheer up: "I don't want to have extra people here with you."

　　The Royal Courtyard was quiet and elegant, and Hei Tong gradually took on the management of Anbu, so he didn't have time to run here.Fra enjoys this kind of world that belongs to two people without interruption.

　　Mo Zhe pulled her: "Go to rest when you're tired, and I'll do the rest."

　　"No, there are too many things during this time, and you are also very busy." Fula raised her head and took a sip of tea: "I can still call 100!"

　　Mo Zhe tapped her head lightly, no more words, and sat next to her to deal with the memorial.

　　Neither of them mentioned the kiss in the court last time.

　　Busy days, seems to be too busy to forget these private matters.

　　But many of her words always linger in her ears.

　　- "Who said that my husband should be held accountable!?"

　　——"I am getting married, and soon I will let them prepare for the emperor's wedding. Guess who is the groom?"

　　Mo Zhe turned his head and looked at the little body who rubbed his eyes from time to time and carefully reviewed the memorials.

　　With the rustling of the pen, the quiet air flows quietly between the two of them.

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Chapter 64 Chapter [-]

　　"Boom." Frau nodded her head off the table.

　　Covering his forehead, he got up with sleepy eyes and continued to criticize the memorial.

　　"It's not very good here." Mo Zhe's voice sounded from behind, and Fra was startled.

　　Turning back, pouting: "I didn't doze off..."

　　"Fool, I'll do the rest, go to sleep." Mo Zhe patted her head.

　　"Didn't you get half of it... uh... you're all done!?" Frah looked at the memorials neatly stacked on Mo Zhe's position in disbelief.

　　While Fula was stunned, Mo Zhe got her up, sat in her place, and began to read the memorial.

　　Fra struggled for a while, and finally gave in, sitting on Mozhe's lap, leaning his back against his warm chest.

　　He maintained this half-holding posture.

　　Raising his eyes, he quietly looked at Mo Zhe's serious office profile.

　　Usually looks very pleasing to the eye, but I didn't expect to become so handsome when I was serious.

　　The little queen began to wander.

　　It's strange, suddenly I don't sleep anymore.

　　"Speaking of which, you made yourself too tired." Mo Zhe said suddenly.

　　Fra's whole body and mind relaxed in Mo Zhe's arms, squinting, breathing in the breath of his body, and replied lazily: "No way, there are so many things. In the past, many things were done by Ernest. I’m doing it, and now I can’t repeat the same mistakes, I have to do it myself.”

　　Frau sighed leisurely: "It's really not easy to know a lot of things until you've done it yourself. Ernest is ambitious, but it's not completely incapable of handling so many official duties for me every day."

　　Mo Zhe nodded: "How much responsibility and power should be delegated to the courtiers is the most important thing for the emperor to consider. But there are problems with the work you leave to yourself."

　　Frau propped herself up a little: "How do you say it?"

　　Mo Zhe made a big stroke, and after approving one memorial, he picked up the next one, and continued: "The monarch can't be a plasterer. If there is a problem, you can fix it. If you can't make it up, you can only exhaust yourself to death."

　　He picked up the next book: "A good monarch should be the creator of the system, and can establish an automatic system in the country."

　　Frah listened quietly.

　　"This system must be able to function well, produce itself, and even repair and evolve itself."

　　For example, the imperial examination system is such a system.The imperial examination system in ancient China can be said to be unique in the world. When other countries were still relying on blood and family ties, the imperial examination system had already delegated the mobility of classes to the people.

　　The imperial examination has driven the renewal of national talents, created an atmosphere of learning for the whole people, and became a bridge. Even if you were born in a humble way, there are ways to show your ambition and become the pillar of the country.

　　Of course, the imperial examination later became eight-legged and formalized, but what really destroyed the imperial examination was not the imperial examination system itself, but the officialdom rules and vested interest groups.

　　Fra raised his hand and asked, "Mozhe, Ornest is not incompetent. Why is there so much resentment in the country when he is in power?"

　　"Class." Mo Zhe said: "Onest is not a person, he actually represents the entire privileged class. His methods are used to safeguard the interests of his own class, and conflicts with other classes are suppressed by violent means. Natural resentment is growing."

　　Mo Zhe put down his pen and touched Fra's head: "Onest only represents the class he belongs to, even only himself. But as an emperor, what you should see is the interests of all classes in the whole country."

　　"The strength of the people is the most powerful. When the strength of individuals is not suppressed, it can be well cultivated and exerted, and used by the country. Every time each person increases one point of strength, the entire country will increase by 1 million, 100 Ten thousand, even hundreds of millions of billions of power."

　　This is the most basic starting point of the modern education system and the right to education of the whole people.

　　"What you should really do is to create such a system where every citizen can fully grow and develop their aspirations. Then arrange the right people at the right nodes in the system and let them run by themselves. Got it? ?"

　　Fra frowned, thinking hard, trying to digest.

　　For a long time, she raised her head with a smile: "Mo Zhe, why do I think that you are more suitable to be the emperor than me?"

　　Mo Zhe smiled.

　　Because I have to carry a lot more than you.

　　The room returned to silence, except for the rustling of the pen and the occasional chirping of insects outside the window.

　　Fra was sitting in Mo Zhe's arms and suddenly twisted her little butt.

　　I don't know what to think, and my face flushed.

　　Twisted his little ass again.

　　Mo Zhe turned his head and looked suspiciously at the baby in his arms.

　　Frah happened to be looking at him as well, looking at each other.

　　Exhale like blue.

　　I just found out it's so close.

　　Frau suddenly heard her own heartbeat pounding.

　　Mo Zhe smelled the fragrance in his arms, his chest and thighs felt the softness and weight of the body, and his mouth was dry.

　　Silence, intertwined with insects.

　　Frau spoke suddenly, and her sweet and soft voice seemed to be melting: "Mo Zhe...If...if one day, I don't want to be, or I'm not suitable to be an emperor...will you support me?"

　　When she spoke, her expression was like a red apple that was so red that it almost oozes juice.

　　The rosy cheeks, the wet eyes, the rosy neck, and the moist red lips glowing with water.

　　Mo Zhe's heart beat faster, and reflexively joked: "Raise, raising a daughter can also prevent old age!"

　　Fra stared at him immobile, and slowly brought her lips to his chin, smearing it wetly.

　　A sweet and greasy voice came from the slightly trembling throat: "Dad? Dad?"

　　"Boom—" Colorful halos exploded in my mind.

　　Mo Zhe used his last reason to run outside the door, letting the cold wind blow his head and face.

　　No, this is a crime!

　　Start in three years, the highest death penalty!

　　She is still a child!

　　Although there may be no problem in this world, she is really just a child!