On the city wall of Xianyang, the soldiers guarding the city looked bewildered, watching a large group of luxuriously dressed young men approaching the city gate, if they hadn't recognized the leader as His Highness the Crown Prince, they would have almost sent an emergency signal.

It's just that they are still a little strange, it's already afternoon, why is His Royal Highness bringing such a large group of people out of the city?

What surprised them even more was that after His Royal Highness went out, His Majesty's carriage also left Xianyang with teams of guards.

Zhao Lang led the people all the way in the direction of Heming Academy, and now it is equivalent to giving these people a weight-bearing field training.

So I said that under the surprised eyes of passers-by, an extremely handsome young man ran across the road with a group of noble children who were rushing for land.

Running all the way, until many noble children lay down on the side of the road tired, Zhao Lang looked at the sky, and then asked people to stop, then found a relatively flat wasteland, and announced to camp on the spot.

Although everyone was extremely reluctant, some people did not bring any camping things at all.

But no one dared to oppose Zhao Lang's order.

They have often heard about the deeds of His Royal Highness the Prince. After all, there are many storytellers in Xianyang now, and they all tell the other party's affairs.

And as far as running just now, Zhao Lang was always at the front, and they were convinced.

"Master, I sent someone to bring the tent over, and it will be set up later, why don't you go over there to rest."

Nu said with a smile at this time.

He would not let his master freeze like this in the wild.

At this time, Zhao Lang looked at some students lying on the ground not far away, and said,

"Go and check, those who are not in good health will live in tents."

He wanted to train these people, but he didn't want to kill them.

The slave naturally took the order and left, Zhao Lang stepped forward to check the situation.

Now most of the people are collecting trees to make a fire to keep warm, and some people go directly to the fields to see if they can find some potatoes.

Zhao Lang didn't stop him. At this time, he wanted to do everything possible to ensure that he would not die of freezing and starving at night, and then he would ask people to compensate the people here.

Of course, there were also those who lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, and they happened to be acquaintances who had just met.

Zhao Lang looked at Ying Ziying at this moment, knowingly asked,

"What's up with him?"

Ying Ziying showed an awkward smile, and went back,

"His Royal Highness, he was too tired from running just now, so he passed out."

Zhao Lang looked at the other party who was lying on the ground, but his hands couldn't stop shaking, he let out an oh, and said,

"It's cold on the ground, let's get up."

Of course, the person on the ground didn't move. After all, no one can wake up a person who pretends to be asleep.

It's just that Zhao Lang didn't intend to leave just like that, and said very calmly,

"It seems to be quite serious. Come here and ask the doctor to give him mouth-to-mouth first aid."

Hearing this, the faces of the people around became strange.

There are also doctors in the Royal Academy, and of course they know what it means.

If I really want to do this one time, I'm afraid I will be called Lord Longyang in the future.

In the next moment, the noble boy who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead got up, saluted Zhao Lang, and said tremblingly,

"I've seen His Royal Highness, I'm rude, please forgive me, His Royal Highness."

If he knew that the other party was the prince, he wouldn't dare to speak like that before killing him.

When he thought of what he said before, he just wanted to give himself two slaps.

Of course, there is one thing to say, the other party's title is indeed not Zhong Geng.

Looking at the ashen-faced nobleman, Zhao Lang just said,

"Even if you want to play prestige, next time you have to see people clearly."

What else do you want to say? At this time, the slave who had just left for a while hurried over and said,

"Master, Your Majesty is coming!"

Zhao Lang raised his brows when he heard that, why did his father come over here? He was about to leave when he glanced at Ying Ziying and said immediately,

"You come with me."

Then he took Ying Ziying to a carriage frame, saw Qin Shihuang, and quickly said,

"Father, why are you here?"

Qin Shihuang laughed at this time,

"Father heard the news, so he came to see."

The news he heard from Zhao Gao was that Zhao Lang lost his temper and led a group of people out of Xianyang.

I'm still a little worried about killing people, and it won't end well at that time.

Fortunately, it seems that there is nothing wrong now, so let me tell you about the collection of money by the way, and the two of you should make a good confession no matter what.

Just hearing what the two of them said, Ying Ziying on the side was dumbfounded.

He never imagined that the Great Qin Shi Huangdi, who had always been majestic and intimidating to the world, turned out to be so kind.

It never occurred to him that the other party would actually use this method to look at the nobleman's money.

What is even more incomprehensible is, can he listen to these things?

At this time, Zhao Lang said,

"Father, this is Ying Ziying, a rare talent in our royal family."

Although Zhao Lang's history is not very good, Ying Ziying still knows that he does have some talents.

If Qin II had been Ying Ziying back then, Da Qin might not have died so quickly.

Hearing Zhao Lang's introduction, Qin Shihuang just nodded indifferently.

In terms of talent, who can compare to his prodigal son?

The two chatted for a while, Zhao Lang quickly said to Zhao Gao next to him,

"Uncle Zhao, it's getting late, you should go back with dad first."

Both of them spent the night out, and it was still a little bad.

Qin Shihuang didn't insist either, and left here soon.

Zhao Lang also returned to his team at this time.

In the next few days, Zhao Lang led the team all the way towards Heming Academy on foot, but it was not a rush.

Instead, when they see farmers who need help, they take people to work.

Although the noble children were reluctant, they did not dare to refuse.

It's just that they have been well-clothed and well-fed since they were young, so where did they do such rough work, let alone being reprimanded by those farmers when they didn't do the farm work well.

After working for a few days in a row, I feel somewhat resentful in my heart, and many people complain secretly,

"Although this farm work is not considered humble, but we are noble. Instead of doing these things, it is better to read more books so that we can manage these farmers and people in the future."

"That's true. Without my management, these people may not even be able to eat."

"Our time is much more valuable than these people."

There were more and more such words in the team, but Zhao Lang just pretended not to hear them.

Still leading people as always, marching towards Heming Academy while doing farm work.

Until the seventh day~lightnovelpub.net~ When the exhausted and filthy students of the Royal Academy moved forward lazily, a sound of order came to their ears,

"one two three four!"

The students of the Royal Academy raised their heads in confusion, and saw a group of neat and energetic teenagers doing morning exercises.

The gap between the two sides is like that of the Great Qin Frontier Army and the mob.

Not far away, there are a few large characters written on a gate,

Heming Academy.

At this time, Zhao Lang stood aside and looked at the students of the Royal Academy coldly. He just wanted to let these people know that if the gap in family background was smoothed out, they would not be more noble than others.

(An'an)

(end of this chapter)

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