In fact, Qin Jimin had long been speechless, and he muttered in his heart: Have you forgotten that he is still a child? He looks so anxious that he is like he will change the position of king to him tomorrow.

I also thought about what my mother told him privately: Help the people, your king and father lived a very hard life when they were young, and before they could grow up, your grandfather passed away and took on the burden early. Remember to share more worries for your father.

As a child who loves elders, he generously forgave his father. After such a terrifying thought, Qin Jimin comforted himself. Qin Jimin, who had never known that his parents had been "deceived" with his parents, was gradually drifting away on the road of loving his parents. After understanding in the future, loving his parents was a habit engraved in his bones and his own emotions, and could not be changed.

However, he really didn't know what to do so that he could do the King of Qin well, as majestic as the king of kings and fathers, and support this vast world for them. He told Qin Zhaoshi truthfully.

Qin Zhaoshi took him to several cases and took out the bamboo slips he had drawn before the case. There was an article on it, which was just a few words, but it taught Qin Jimin that he couldn't take his eyes off.

He asked in surprise: "Mr. Father, why are your handwriting so handsome? How long will it take for the people to catch up with you?"

Qin Zhaoshi didn't know what he thought of, his eyes were vague. Seeing this, Qin Jimin understood: it must be what his mother said, and the king and father looked like this, probably because he remembered his grandfather again.

Then the general glanced at Qin Zhaoshi's big hand and said, "Mr. Father, teach and help the people, otherwise the words you write will be so ugly when you grow up in the future. How can you reveal them in front of others?"

Qin Zhaoshi did think of Duke Wu of Qin at this time, but it was not sad, but that he had asked the same words and done the same thing with Qin Jimin, and he was just a little missed for a while.

Looking at the sorrow that Qin Jimin pretended to be on his face, he was more innocent than those self-proclaimed literati and poets, moaning all day long, and was sad from time to time, and was more purely stupid than he knew.

Qin Zhaoshi smiled knowingly, and the sadness in his heart had long turned into nostalgia, but the child was still young and there was no need to talk about such complex emotions. When the time was ripe, he would understand it.

He said, "Jimin, writing is about two points, do you understand?"

Looking at Qin Jimin who was shaking his head honestly, Qin Zhaoshi laughed loudly, and the birds who were secretly resting here to cool off outside the window were flew up in shock. The father and son in Quliang Palace were unaware of it.

Qin Zhaoshi lowered his head and leaned down and whispered to Qin Jimin: "Writing is the most important thing, and then it is the shape. In this way, there is only shape, and the characters written only have their shapes, without any souls in it. Only one sentence can be obtained, just a straight sentence; if the characters are intentional, like the dragon in the nine heavens, there is nowhere to go. If the characters are intentional, the shape is not much different. Even if the shape is not different, there is also a kind of charm flowing in it."

Qin Jimin seemed to understand but not understand, and asked: "Mr. Father, Jimin knew that writing needs to be intended, but how can he have this artistic conception?"

Qin Zhaoshi did not reply directly, but said: "Jimin, close your eyes, before this, carefully read the Qin character engraved by the king and father on the bamboo slips, and then write it down."

Qin Jimin followed his words and acted, moved from Qin Zhaoshi to his side, picked up the bamboo slips on several tables, looked at the first word "Qin" in the book for a long time, and then closed his eyes.

I just felt that the word "Qin" just now was like a martial arts master who was making gestures. With one stroke and one stroke, he had his moves inside. His moves were sharp and he was free to be restrained, round and integrated, impeccable.

When Qin Jimin was shocked, he suddenly opened his eyes, and for a moment his eyes were filled with thousands of galaxies. Since his mother was smart and had the spirit of his father.

Recalling what he saw just now, Qin Jimin felt endless. Then he turned his respectful eyes to Qin Zhaoshi and said, "Mr. Father, why are you so powerful? Jimin feels that he has realized something and will definitely catch up with you in time."

Qin Zhaoshi patted Qin Jimin on the back of his head and said, "For my father, I will wait for the day you catch up with, but don't forget, don't let it go every day. Thought is important, but if you can't even hold your carving knife, no matter how intention is, it can only rot in your stomach. How can you talk about the unity of meaning and form."

Qin Jimin nodded fiercely and signaled to write it down.

Looking at the child in front of him, Qin Zhaoshi felt like a different life. His father, Duke Qin Wu of the past and his mother taught him every move, every frown and smile, were clearly imprinted in his mind.

It seems like he was a babbling and a toddler yesterday. Today he is already a husband and a father, doing what the king and father did to their brothers in the past, and walking along the destined road.

"Since you know how to learn good handwriting, Jimin understood how to be a good king when he saw him." Qin Zhaoshi suddenly asked again before.

When Qin Jimin was about to reply, the gate of Quliang Palace was suddenly pushed open from outside. Qin Zhaoshi and his son looked at each other and saw no one. When their eyes moved down, they both shook their heads and laughed.

"Wang Wang..." It turned out to be an old yellow dog that Qin Zhaoshi raised when he was young. He had been with him for more than ten years and had already been integrated into Qin Zhaoshi's life. He usually didn't want to restrain him and let him come and go freely in the palace. Now he is getting more and more courageous and dares to break in.

But when the eyes were touched by the old yellow dog, the father and son's eyebrows and eyes softened together. Qin Jimin even called happily: "A Huang, come here." After realizing Qin Zhaoshi's sharpness and gentleness just now, A Huang jogged over.

The fur on Ah Huang's body was no longer as furry as when he was young, and it was extremely soft when he touched. Now his hair is clearly distinguished. Qin Jimin's little hands are not very comfortable to touch.

Qin Jimin continued to touch it without mind. Ah Huang also felt comfortable and lay down, one person and one dog complemented each other in the Quliang Palace. The chirping outside the window and the chirping sounded, and it seemed that he was playing summer music for the two of them, cheerful and lively.

Unable to worry about disturbing Qin Zhaoshi, he got up and went straight to the inner room, preparing to rest. When Ah Huang, who was lying on the ground, saw Qin Zhaoshi getting up, he didn't care about his comfort, and then stood up and slipped into the inner room.

Seeing this, Qin Zhaoshi had no choice but to hold his forehead, stepped forward and patted Ah Huang's dog head, and whispered: "Ah Huang, I'm in the same bed with you. That's Zhaoshi who was young was ignorant. Now that you sleep in the same place, your master may not be able to return."

Qin Jimin, who was enjoying the warmth in his hands, suddenly lost the touch in his hands. When he opened his eyes, he found that Ah Huang was gone. He heard Ah Huang shouting in the inner room, so he chased him all over.

Qin Zhaoshi heard the footsteps, stood up, pointed to the small couch next to him, and Ah Huang jumped up. Qin Jimin happened to step into the inner room...
Chapter completed!