Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

After leaving the court, Ning Fan felt that many officials around him were looking at him with ridicule.

A dignified prince actually invited himself to preside over the Imperial College. In the eyes of many people, this was a signal for Ning Fan to surrender.

"Sixth brother, slow down."

The prince's voice was lazily coming from behind.

Ning Fan stopped, turned to look at the prince and said with a smile, "Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just want to know what you think."

The prince put his hand on Ning Fan's shoulder.

"I didn't think much about it. I just thought it would be good to have food to eat and a place to sleep. It would also be good to be a rich prince and live in peace and contentment."

Ning Fan said calmly.

Prince Ning Qing finally showed a smile on his face. He reached out and patted Ning Fan on the shoulder and said, "That's right. It's pointless for us brothers to fight with each other."

"I know that my talent is not as good as that of Prince Wan Yi, so I won't wade into troubled waters. In fact, I never had that idea in the first place."

Ning Fan smiled lightly.

The prince looked at Ning Fan with his eyes: "Sixth brother, are you trying to keep a low profile and watch me fight with the fourth child? When we fight to the death, you can take advantage again!"

Hearing what the prince said, Ning Fan's eyes flashed: "Prince, my father is in his prime, there is really no need for us brothers to fight! Whatever you think, I have made it clear, I just want to be a rich man. "

After Ning Fan finished speaking, he turned around and left, no longer communicating with the prince.

When Ning Xiao from a distance saw this scene, a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Prince, you don't really think that the sixth child wants to be a rich man, do you?"

The fourth prince Ning Xiao crossed his arms and calmed down.

The prince looked at Ning Xiao with an indifferent expression: "Fourth brother, no matter what, we are brothers. It doesn't matter whether the fourth brother is real or not. His little strength is not enough."

"I don't think so! Although General Xiao Chong rejected his father today, he will still come out sooner or later! When he regains control of the military, he will be Ning Fan's biggest backer!"

Ning Xiao said alarmingly.

The prince's face had relaxed, but upon hearing the fourth prince Ning Xiao's instigation, he suddenly became gloomy again.

There was actually a reason why Ning Fan wanted to take charge of the Imperial Academy. It was just that the short-sighted Crown Prince and the Fourth Prince couldn't even think of what Ning Fan was going to do.

After returning home, Ning Fan immediately started drafting a letter.

This letter is to Song Chengzhou, the governor of Tianjiang. The general content of the letter is to ask Song Chengzhou to build a Wansong Academy in Wansong Mountain in the northwest of Tianzhou. Ning Fan, the textbook for the academy, has already been written and will be sent out later. Send it over.

"Ergou, please send this letter to the inn as a matter of urgency."

Ning Fan ordered.

The next day, Ning Fan came to the Imperial College.

Just going through the motions, of course.

It was unprecedented for a prince to be in charge of the affairs of the Imperial College. The sixth-grade Imperial College sacrificial wine was greeted at the gate early.

The reports from a group of Confucian scholars made Ning Fan extremely annoyed.

He only stayed in the Imperial Academy for less than a cup of tea and left in a hurry.

The rigid education of this era cannot support the grand vision in Ning Fan's heart.

What he wants is this era, not the throne.

It was not Ning Fan's wish to be an emperor in the feudal era and rule a group of numb and poor people.

Change must start with education, and it must be so subtle that no one can notice it.

Wansong Academy will be the starting point of Ning Fan's dreamland.

"Your Highness, this is Xingchen's letter to you."

Ergou handed the letter to Ning Fan.

After opening it, Ning Fan took a general look, and his face showed a little joy.

Xingchen did a pretty good job in Tianzhou, recruiting craftsmen to build workshops, and selling soap, sugar, and refined salt very well. It can be said that he made a lot of money every day.

"By the way, Ergou, go find the owner of the bookstore for me. I have something to discuss."

Ning Fan suddenly thought of books.

Books are the ladder of human progress. Unfortunately, in this era, books are entirely copied by hand.

If movable type printing was brought to this era, the speed of cultural spread would be extremely amazing.

It is very likely that in more than ten years or even three to five years, unexpected changes will occur.

"Shu Xing?"

Ergou was used to Ning Fan's unconstrained style, but this time it was still a bit surprising.

"Yes, it's a bookstore or bookshop, is there one?"

Ning Fan asked.

Ergou shook his head: "Your Highness, I have never heard of the bookstore you mentioned. Please tell me carefully what it does."

“That’s where books are sold!”

Ning Fan was ashamed.

The predecessor was uneducated and never cared about this kind of information, so Ning Fan, who had integrated memory, really didn't know the name of the place where books were published.

"You are talking about the bookstore, right? Come on, I will invite you to the owner of Yongshun Bookstore."

The two bullshit are gone.

After about a stick of incense and a sword, a middle-aged man followed Ergou into the palace gate.

A commoner was suddenly invited to the palace, and the owner of Yongshun Book Hall was still very nervous.

When he saw Ning Fan, he first stammered hello, then knelt down with a plop and kowtowed.

"No gift."

Ning Fan frowned.

Unfortunately, the other party seemed not to hear it and kept kowtowing.

"Ergou, if you pull this person up and kowtow like this again, he will become stupid later."

Ning Fan put down the tea cup with a look of helplessness on his face.

The boss of Yongshun Hall was finally pulled up, but unfortunately his legs were so weak from fear that he couldn't stand at all. Ning Fan had no choice but to ask Ergou to bring a chair.

After some comfort, the boss slowly calmed down.

"Your Majesty, we common people have never seen an official as big as you, and we thought we had violated the king's law..."

Zhou Jinshun said stumblingly.

"Lao Zhou, don't think too much. I invited you here to ask how the books in your library are made."

Ning Fan asked.

When talking about books, Lao Zhou's eyes immediately lit up. It can be seen that he still loves his industry very much.

"My lord, of course the books must be copied! Hire someone to copy them, and each copy takes time."

Zhou Jinshun said matter-of-factly.

Ning Fan nodded: "Old Zhou, in a few days, I may have to ask you to cooperate. We will talk about it then."

Zhou Jinshun was confused by Ning Fan. The prince's kind attitude was a bit unbelievable, which gradually made Zhou Jinshun more courageous.

He boldly asked, "My lord, can you first tell me what you want me to do for you?"

"Keep it secret!"

"You go back first, and I will come find you in a few days."

Ning Fan smiled mysteriously.

Under Zhou Jinshun's puzzled and aggrieved expression, Ning Fan felt very happy.

I finally did something comfortable. Several recent events had made Ning Fan a little upset. I finally felt comfortable today.