After Zhao Zhen agreed, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Wang Ning'an was still in charge of the army. He had not been idle since the Qingzhou suppressed the rebellion. Now the Xixia army is still in the Song territory. For a child, he recalled important officials. What should he do if the state affairs are delayed?

Zhao Zhen regretted it very much, but he secretly looked at the little prince but couldn't bear to refuse.

The little guy is so thin, sitting on his legs, he has almost no weight... Zhao Zhen felt a strong sense of uneasiness. He was likely to lose this child, perhaps his last child...

Zhao Zhen was very manic. In the huge court, there were many talents. No one could tell him how to raise a child!

A scholar who has no use!

At this moment, Zhao Zhen agreed with this sentence extremely. There are too many wastes around him and too few people can use them!

How great would it be if there were more Wang Ning'an!

Perhaps it was because Uncle Zhao was blessed by God, someone ran in and reported to him, saying that Wang Ning'an had returned from Yan'an Mansion and was about to report to him.

"Quick, announce it quickly!"

Zhao Zhen smiled with an old face, and couldn't wait.

The little prince also widened his eyes, stretched out his little head, and looked outside.

He remembered Gou Yaer said that his father was the smartest and most powerful person. When he grew up, he wanted to think of his father... The little prince was not convinced. He always heard people around him that his father was the supreme emperor and the lord of the world. But he did not dare to argue with Gou Yaer. The boy was half a head taller than him and was as strong as a calf. If he annoyed him, he would definitely be beaten.

The little prince is afraid of dog teeth, but he misses him very much.

There is no contradiction here. This is how children are. In a class, the most fierce one can attract everyone's attention...

After Wang Ning'an came in, he saw Empress Cao and had a child here. He was stunned. No need to ask, this is a royal family of three. He is a foreign minister, so embarrassing!

Empress Cao stood up and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty and Gong Wang talk about official affairs. I will take the emperor down first!"

"Don't be busy!"

Zhao Zhen stopped Empress Cao, and he smiled and said, "There is a business now." He looked up at Wang Ning'an and smiled and said, "Wang Qing, I have given you the title of junior tutor. Now the emperor is 5 years old and should give the ceremony of apprenticeship. Today, let him worship him under your disciple!"

Wang Ning had a lot of things about Qing Tang and Xixia, and was about to talk to the emperor, but a little prince suddenly appeared, which caught him off guard.

"Your Majesty, I am a little talented and impatient, and I am afraid I cannot take on the heavy responsibility and let down the holy grace. This is not appropriate..."

Before Zhao Zhen could speak, Empress Cao glared at first.

"Wang Qing, you have deceived the king!"

Wang Ning'an was so scared that he was trembling. What a big charge!

Then Empress Cao said angrily: "Wang Qing, you have compiled the Three Character Classics and the Hundred Family Names, and now it is the enlightenment reading materials for all schools; you have written mathematics textbooks, and the Six Arts School is regarded as a classic; you have a younger brother and a younger sister, all of whom are all civil and military talents; you are a student of the Six Arts Education, both civil and military, and can be regarded as the future pillar of the country; your eldest son has been sensible since childhood, smart and studious..." Empress Cao said a lot of troubles, and then concluded: "You dare to say that you can't be a pope. You are not a bully, who is a bully? Is there any more suitable teacher in the Song Dynasty than you?"

Wang Ning'an blushed. He stammered for a long time and had to smile and said, "My lady, don't be angry. I'm just a few words of kindness, just a politeness!"

Queen Cao was not really angry either. She glared at her eyes, "Wang Qing, the emperor is the flesh of His Majesty. You must teach me well. Our family will ask you."

Zhao Zhen sighed and said, "Since ancient times, famous teachers have produced great disciples, I will give you the emperor's son to you, Wang Qing, at this moment, I am just an ordinary father, I hope my son will become a dragon and my daughter will become a phoenix. You are also a father, so you should understand my intentions, so don't let me down."

The couple sang together and seemed to have put a heavy burden on Wang Ning'an's shoulders.

This made Wang Ning'an even more embarrassed. Confucius accepted 3,000 students, only 7 wise men, and few of them were famous.

Whoever can guarantee it will succeed!

Besides, I looked at the little prince with a glance. He was thin and dry, with dazed eyes and timid, and he didn't look like he was a talented, wise and powerful person!

If the iron rod is ground into a needle, if it is a wooden rod, no matter how hard it is, you can only grind out a toothpick!

But the problem is that no parents are willing to admit that their children are not good. They will only blame the teacher for not teaching well, especially the couple in front of them, who are definitely unreasonable parents in the Song Dynasty!

Wang Ning'an had the desire to die. He suddenly felt that he should not destroy the Proton Army so quickly. It would be better to raise the enemy and respect himself. If he delayed it for a few months, at least the unlucky errands would not fall on him.

No matter how unhappy they are, they cannot strip the couple of face.

Wang Ning'an could only reluctantly do so, "I will do my best."

What I mean is that if you don’t teach me well, don’t look for me.

Zhao Zhen had no intention of thinking too much, so he quickly asked the young prince to bow to Wang Ning'an and called him sir.

That's not all. When someone waved his hand, someone came over with a plate. Zhao Zhen personally pulled off the red cloth on it, revealing a square "meat".

Wang Ning'an couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, everyone says that you give me a gift, you really give me a gift! Such a large piece of meat is enough to eat several meals."

Zhao Zhen laughed, "Wang Qing, go and see if you can bite it!"

Wang Ning'an took it and then noticed that it was not real pork belly, but a stone, but this stone was exactly the same as pork belly!

Meat stone!

Wang Ning'an suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a stone like this in later generations, which was regarded as a treasure of the museum. Could it be that it was passed down from Uncle Zhao?

Wang Ning'an had no time to think about it and accepted the ceremony of apprenticeship.

He should have a reply, reached out and touched it, suddenly smiled, he took out an exquisite magnifying glass and stuffed it to the little prince.

This was originally intended to be given to Fan Zhongyan, but I heard that the old husband was old and his eyes couldn't keep up. Wang Ning'an was like putting on a pair of reading glasses and a magnifying glass to give it to him.

I had no choice but to play with the little prince first.

Zhao Zongye was holding a transparent thing and didn't know how to play it, so he was a little disgusted.

"I'm so pretty, I look down on my gift!"

Wang Ning'an stretched out a finger and placed it under the magnifying glass.

The little prince looked over and exclaimed in an instant. It was such a thick finger! Even the lines were clearly visible. When he looked through a magnifying glass, he was so big that he was scary. After he took it away, he returned to normal. Such a magical scene finally aroused the little prince's curiosity.

He held the magnifying glass tightly in his arms, very satisfied, as if he felt that the gentleman in front of him was much more kind, and took the initiative to lean against Wang Ning'an.

Zhao Zhen was speechless when he saw this. You guy, your father was holding a rare stone, and the cheap master gave him the glass burned from sand. Why can't you tell which one is valuable?

Zhao Zhen had no choice but to deal with his son, but he had an idea when facing Wang Ning'an!

"Wang Qing, your wife has come to Xijing with her children?"

Wang Ning'an nodded quickly, "I have not seen them yet. I am not going to see His Majesty, so I will hurry home after I have seen His Majesty."

Zhao Zhen smiled and said, "Yes, my family is reunited, you are still forgetting to eat and sleep, I can't bear it. Let's do this, go home immediately and have a good look at your wife and children..."

Wang Ning'an was really moved and immediately asked to thank him, but Zhao Zhen added casually, "The palace is still under construction and is in chaos, so let the emperor live with his master for the time being. If we want to see the emperor, go and have a look."

After saying that, Zhao Zhen ignored Wang Ning'an and pulled Queen Cao away directly.

"Living in Master? Isn't that my house?" Wang Ning'an then realized, what the hell is it? I don't want such a big burden!

He wanted to refuse again, but Zhao Zhen had disappeared... "Sage, the emperor is so young, why would he be willing to let him live in Wang Qing's house? If I neglect, I will be worried!" Empress Cao turned around and wanted to go back and took her son away.

Zhao Zhen stopped and whispered: "Zi Tong, you just knew everything. You said that Wang Qing is a master of educating children. Why are you worried now? I guess Wang Qing must have a trick to educate children, but he may not be willing to teach them. After all, a family is endless, relying on the emergence of talents. Parenting is the lifeblood of the Wang family. If you ask, you may not say it. I will let the emperor follow him, teach by example and by hearing, and do not believe that Wang Qing can hide it!"

Queen Cao was shocked to realize that her husband was so scheming... Uh no, he was wise!

"The saint's arrangement is very appropriate, but let a few go over to take care of the emperor. Besides, let Jing Xiu go too. As an uncle, he should take good care of his nephew."

...

"It's going to die!"

Yang Xi was shocked, "You are crazy, bringing the little prince to our house? If there is a mistake, can we afford it?"

Wang Ning'an smiled bitterly, "What's the solution? Otherwise, I will resist the order?"

Yang Xi pouted and said angrily: "Aren't you all your ideas? Think about it quickly. If you can't do anything, the three of us will return to Kaifeng to avoid being scared."

He did it as soon as he said, and Yang Xi was really ready to leave.

After coming out of the room and entering the hall, I found that the little prince and his son were standing by the window, with their little heads next to their little heads, very focused.

It turned out that the two friends met, and Gou Yaer rarely disliked the little prince. The little prince took out the magnifying glass given by his master and showed off to Gou Yaer.

I haven’t seen anything from our eldest son Wang, isn’t it just a magnifying glass? There are quite a few at home!

Although Wang Ning'an was not around, he would take the time to write something, assemble it into a book, name it "Common Sense" and ask his wife to teach her son.

Dog Yaer knows much more than children of the same age. He took a magnifying glass and focused a little with the sunlight outside the window. In a short while, the Analects of Confucius on the desktop smoked. After waiting for a while, a little flame as big as a bean began to burn, and Confucius' famous sayings began to burn.

The little prince was fully focused and serious. Gouyaer was full of satisfaction. But when he turned around, he saw my mother's snatching eyes!

As expected, the dog's teeth were beaten and his butt was swollen!

How many heads do you have when you take the little prince to play with fire?

At night, Gou Yaer lay in his father's arms, whispering, still full of anger.

"Punish the murderer!" Gou Yaer raised her head and said with a compliment: "If you drive it away, I will call you dad!"

"Bah!" Wang Ning'an spat hard at his son, waved his hand and beat him, "You little bastard, no matter when, I am your father!"
Chapter completed!