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Zhao Hanzhang was interested for a moment, and then quickly gave up the idea, "I also want to send you to the school to experience it, but the books you read are different from others, and the process is also different. It is a waste of time to go."

Zhao Mingming was not convinced that others had it but he didn’t have it. He threw his head up and cried loudly, clamoring to leave.

Zhao Hanzhang had a headache. He looked down at her and said with a stern face: "If you reason with me properly, you may be able to convince me. If you make trouble unreasonably, then I will reject you directly."

Zhao Mingming couldn’t stop crying.

Zhao Hanzhang refused to coax her, and also ordered the palace attendants not to coax her.

After a while, Zhao Mingming was crying so hard that he was out of breath. The palace attendants were afraid that something would happen and hurriedly went to invite Fu Tinghan.

Fu Tinghan came over and saw Zhao Hanzhang, whose face was as heavy as water, and Zhao Mingming, who was crying and hiccupping. He quickly stepped forward to hug Zhao Mingming and comfort him.

He patted her back gently and gave Zhao Hanzhang a disapproving look. After Zhao Mingming stopped crying and was just shaking with sobs, he said: "Good children must be reasonable. You are reasonable. You are right." My mother-in-law will definitely agree to you, but if you don’t pay attention, then find a reason to make your mother-in-law agree. Crying will only make people irritable and disgusted, and adults will not agree to your request."

Zhao Mingming twitched and said, "I'm too young and can't think of any reason. I just want to go."

Fu Tinghan whispered in her ear: "Then act coquettishly with your mother. Acting coquettishly is more effective than crying."

Zhao Mingming quietly looked at his expressionless mother, a little suspicious, but still swayed his legs and slipped from his father's arms to the ground. He jumped up and hugged his mother's legs. He raised his little head and looked at her pitifully, "Ah Mom, please let me go to school."

 Speaking as if she were a vicious mother who deprived her daughter of the right to go to school.

Zhao Hanzhang wanted to continue to refuse her, but when she saw her big tearful eyes, her heart was so soft that she could not continue to refuse cruelly.

 She glanced at Fu Tinghan and decided to let the child experience it for herself, "Okay, I'll take you to school."

Within two days, Zhao Renjia changed his name to Zhao Mingming and appeared in the first grade of a primary school in Beijing.

Even though she has long arms and legs and is taller than the average child, she is still the shortest and youngest in the school. She doesn't look like her peers at first glance.

 The children in the school looked at her curiously and did not go up for a while.

Zhao Mingming didn't care. She sat in her seat with excitement on her face, waiting for the teacher to come to class.

These people are older than her. She will study better and have better kung fu than them, and then she will convince them.

Zhao Mingming took first place in the first class, and then she kept taking first place, because everything the teacher taught was super simple and she knew everything!

The three years of compulsory education are basic literacy work. Children are only required to learn common words, be able to write fluent sentences, and be able to pass basic arithmetic. In the first school year, only the most basic things are taught. For Zhao Mingming, who has been taught by his grandmother, father and mother since he was a child, the only difficulty left in this knowledge is "writing".

She likes to write and draw very much, but her parents always hold her hand and say enough is enough, and they don't let her hold a pen all the time.

Even so, Zhao Mingming's handwriting is among the best in the class. She not only inherited her parents' intelligence, but also inherited their tenacity. Even though she was still young, like her parents, she decided to do one thing and then do it. To the best.

Soon, she got tired of this kind of unchallenging study. She sat on the steps and held her little face sadly, looking up at the sky at 45 degrees, feeling like she was alone and seeking defeat.

Zhao Hanzhang passed by her and couldn't help but stop and look at her, "Zhao Renjia, the teacher said you were reading extracurricular books in class and not paying attention to the class."

Zhao Mingming retracted her little hand and raised her head to look at her mother, "I have learned everything the teacher taught me. They always said and mentioned it over and over again. It's so boring. What I'm looking at is the little man painting that my father drew for me. It's so boring." The teacher’s classes are much more interesting.”

Zhao Hanzhang sat next to her, "Do you still find it interesting to go to school now?"

Zhao Mingming said anxiously: "I have made a lot of friends. We can play together. It's still fun."

Zhao Hanzhang nodded and asked, "How long has it been since you played with Zu Daozhong and the others?"

Zhao Mingming's eyes were filled with tears and he said aggrievedly: "Mom, I want to play with them."

Zhao Hanzhang: "You want to go to school, and they also have to go to school." Zhao Mingming sniffed and asked choked, "Can't we go to school together?"

 Aren’t you going to go to school?

Zhao Hanzhang glanced at his daughter and did not criticize her. Instead, he asked, "Give you another chance to choose again. Will you go to school later this month, or study with Zu Daozhong and the others in the palace?"

Zhao Mingming twisted his hands and said, "I, I want to say goodbye to my classmates in the school."

 Zhao Hanzhang nodded, "Okay."

Zhao Mingming exhaled and pressed forward, "I want to bring Aunt He's fried chicken legs, and I want to share them with them."

 Zhao Hanzhang agreed.

Child Zhao Mingming went to the school for two months and then silently returned to the palace to join small class teaching.

 The youngest reading companion for her is three years older than her, but she has always been the one with the best grades and the best understanding.

 The ministers in the court took turns giving lectures to her, and she was constantly impressed.

“Although His Royal Highness is young, he is extremely talented. He has fully inherited the wisdom of His Majesty and Fu Shangshu. With this national foundation, he can keep the country stable and prosperous for fifty years.”

Other ministers thought the same way, so some people began to write tentative letters requesting the establishment of a crown princess.

 In September of that year, Zhao Hanzhang named Zhao Renjia the Crown Princess before the Double Ninth Festival, announcing it to the world.

After Zhao Renjia’s fifth birthday, Zhao Hanzhang announced that she was pregnant.

The civil and military officials throughout the dynasty breathed a sigh of relief. Your Majesty is pregnant, and the dynasty will have a second heir. One child is still too dangerous;

 With the establishment of the crown princess, the foundation of the country has been determined, and the struggle for the throne will be eliminated or alleviated, which is a good thing for the country and the people.

 Both things are good things.

Zhao Hanzhang didn't want to issue an edict so early to establish the crown princess, but firstly, the people were uncertain, and secondly, Zhao Mingming was more resistant to pressure than she thought. In this case, she decided to establish her status as soon as possible.

It’s just that she has more than 1,700 years of history in her mind. History tells her that the results of establishing a prince early are usually not very good.

 She could only keep telling Fu Tinghan, "If I make a mistake in the future, you must remind me."

 Fu Tinghan nodded.

Zhao Mingming, who was still ignorant and was enthusiastically naming his younger siblings, said: "It's my first time to be a mother and my first time to be an emperor. It's also your first time to be a daughter and your first time to be a princess. Let's encourage each other." .”

Zhao Mingming nodded perfunctorily and asked: "Mom, can I give my younger brother and sister a nickname, Jingjing? This way, others will know that we are a family as soon as they hear our nicknames."

Zhao Hanzhang: "I'm afraid no one can hear it except you."

“My father can tell it. If you don’t believe me, just ask my father.”

 Zhao Hanzhang looked at Fu Tinghan.

Fu Tinghan asked with a confused face: "Can't you hear it? Once you hear it, you will become a family."

Zhao Hanzhang: "Who would think of a blockbuster from the two names Mingming and Jingjing?"

 Father and daughter said in unison, "Me!"

Zhao Hanzhang had nothing to say, and then he firmly rejected the nickname.

The father and daughter had no choice but to search again. The big one and the small one buried their heads in books and made suggestions from time to time. Most of them were rejected by Zhao Hanzhang, and a few were written down for selection. The atmosphere in the hall was lively for a while. (End of chapter)