Daqin: White porridge and pickled mustard tuber, I became the national teacher

Chapter 240: Teach Qi Pan to read the memorial.

He naturally wouldn't do anything to him.

As long as he does his job well and doesn't have any inappropriate thoughts.

Then he can accommodate him.

Even though history records that he colluded with Zhao Gao to tamper with his will.

He also forced Fusu and Meng Tian to death.

Recommend Hu Hai to the throne.

As long as he works honestly for him in this life, he will tolerate him.

otherwise........

There was a hint of ruthlessness in Ying Zheng's eyes.

Li Si, who was far away in the cornfield, diligently looking after the corn, suddenly felt a chill on his back.

"Ah Qiu~"

"Hiss! Why do I suddenly feel a little cold? Did you catch a cold last night?"

Li Si wiped his nose and wrapped his robe around himself.

He looked up at the sun in the sky again.

It shouldn't be.

The sun is so bright and the weather is so hot, how could he catch a cold?

in the hall.

Ying Zheng picked up several memorials on the table and spoke to Qi Pan.

"Okay, Imperial Master, come here, I'll teach you how to read memorials."

what?

Qi Pan's hand holding the milk tea shook and the tea almost spilled.

"Ah? Read the memorial? Me?"

Qi Pan was almost pointing his finger at himself.

The look in Ying Zheng's eyes was full of confusion.

Ying Zheng: "Yes, I will teach you how to read memorials."

The first person that flashed through Qi Pan’s mind was Wu Zetian.

When Wu Zetian first entered the palace, she was favored by the emperor, who taught her how to write memorials and handle state affairs.

Then when the emperor died, she took the throne.

I can't remember the specific prayers, after all, I never understood them.

I've only watched a little bit of the TV series about Wu Zetian.

Now seeing that Ying Zheng wanted to teach her how to read memorials, Qi Pan felt a little panicked.

Although she doesn't have that ambition or ability.

I don't even have that idea.

However, she still felt inexplicably that...

Qi Pan: "Brother, this....is not necessary, right?"

"With you, Fusu, Feng Quji and other ministers here to read memorials and handle government affairs, I don't need to learn, right?"

Not only is it time-consuming and laborious to learn this, but you also have to work overtime.

She doesn't want to.

I was afraid of working overtime these days.

She has nothing to do now and just wants to have a good rest and a good sleep at night.

I don’t want to stay up late anymore.

Seeing Qi Pan’s resistance, Ying Zheng spoke gently.

"Sir, it's quite fun to read this memorial."

"You see, some ministers, when they have nothing else to do, will write greetings and interesting things they encounter, which are quite interesting to read."

"Come on, try it and see."

Ying Zheng tried his best to promote it, hoping that Qi Pan would discover the fun of reading memorials.

Qi Pan couldn't help but think of the ministers of some dynasties that he had seen in videos.

Every day, I wrote memorials to the emperor, asking him if he had eaten, what he had eaten, whether he slept well last night, and whether the flowers over there were blooming or not.

The flowers here are in bloom, and they are red and very beautiful. Do you have them there? Do you want me to send you two pots?

What did you have for breakfast? The fish I had was freshly caught, so fresh and delicious.

Do you want to eat some? I'll grab two and send them to you.

etc.......

They are all insignificant trivialities of life.

It seemed as if he was afraid that the emperor would forget him if he didn't write something in the memorial.

Looking at the memorial handed to him by Ying Zheng, Qipan put down his milk tea.

"Okay...let me take a look."

I would like to take a look at what the ministers of the Great Qin wrote in their memorials.

By the way, she has been the imperial teacher for such a long time, but she has never written a memorial.

I don’t know how to write a memorial?

Qi Pan took the memorial from Ying Zheng's hand and opened it.

Um...........

Ok.

It's really interesting.

There was a fruit tree growing in the yard of a minister's house.

It produced a fruit that looked big and sweet.

He originally wanted to wait until they were ripe and then pick them and send them to Ying Zheng.

As a result, when I was picking the fruits yesterday, I fell off the tree along with the fruits.

The fruit was crushed when he sat on it, and his leg was broken.

I need to take a few days off and stay at home...

Qi Pan took two more memorials and looked at them.

Good guy.

The minister lamented that the weather was good over there, and wondered if the weather was just as good over there on Ying Zheng's side?

After reading through several memorials on the table, Qi Pan said.

"Brother, these memorials are quite interesting, but if I have to read them every day, I will get bored."

Ying Zheng said, "When these memorials were submitted, they had already been screened and divided into several batches."

"These are just daily greetings and trivial matters."

"When I have nothing to do, I'll take a look at it."

As Ying Zheng spoke, he pointed to the piles of memorials on his desk.

"Those are the more important ones, the memorials concerning the people and state affairs."

"I'm worried that the Imperial Master might be bored, so I want you to take a look at these daily memorials."

"It allows you to kill time while also getting to know the customs and practices of Daqin."

After hearing what Ying Zheng said, Qi Pan felt that learning to read these memorials was also a good choice.

Anyway, she doesn't have much to do in her daily life, and it would be boring to be alone.

Might as well take a look.

Thinking of this, Qi Pan nodded, "Brother, I think what you said makes sense. I should take a look."

Ying Zheng: "Come, sir, I will teach you."

Ying Zheng took the memorial and explained it to Qi Pan.

Then he took a pen and taught Qi Pan to write comments.

Qi Pan wrote a comment on the memorial that he had just read, which stated that the minister had broken his leg while picking fruit.

Qi Pan took a blank piece of paper and copied down the comments written by Ying Zheng.

Xia Lin, who was standing aside, saw Ying Zheng asking Qi Pan to learn how to read the memorial, and stepped forward silently.

Put empty dishes into the lunch box.

After drinking some hot tea to relieve his greasy feeling, he walked out of the hall with the food box.

After coming to the kitchen again and finding Xiang Heliang, Xia Lin said.

"Chef Xiang, the Imperial Master has already eaten the almond yogurt you just developed."

Oh?

He asked He Liang, "How is it? What does the Imperial Master say?"

Xia Lin said, "The imperial teacher said it tastes good, fragrant and soft, and she likes it very much."

"Prepare some more tomorrow and send them to the Imperial Master."

After hearing Xia Lin say that Qi Pan liked it very much, Xiang Heliang was very happy.

"okay!"

"As long as the Imperial Master likes it, please rest assured, Eunuch Xia, I will personally deliver it to the Imperial Master once it is ready tomorrow."

Xia Lin nodded, and then said, "Oh, by the way, Chef Xiang, the Imperial Master also gave instructions."

"Next time if you make any new sweet soup or pastry, you can send some to her so she can taste it."

"The Imperial Master specifically praised you, saying that the sweet soup you made was always to her liking and she liked it very much."

Xiang Heliang had never expected to receive such high praise from Qi Pan.

He immediately said, "Okay! Please go back and tell the Imperial Master."

"If I make new sweet soups or pastries in the future, I will definitely send them to the Imperial Master."

"Let the Imperial Master taste it carefully."