Chapter 239 The Prince’s Fear (Please subscribe)

Before Qi Ping arrived, people here had guessed that there would be a good show, but in any case, they did not expect the current version.

They thought that from the moment the misfit boy stepped into this room, conflict was inevitable.

No matter in terms of qualifications, status, or quantity, the great Confucians have an absolute advantage.

However, the real scene is that in the first confrontation between the two sides, the new lecturer showed a crushing situation.

And the five great scholars were defeated like a mountain...

This made people marvel, and they suddenly understood why His Majesty would promote this person out of the ordinary.

It's not a stupid move, it's a masterstroke.

In the quiet room, Qi Ping ignored the lost scholars, but looked at the visitor with some surprise.

The other party was a middle-aged man in his fifties. Seeing him looking at him, he smiled:

"My children are practicing in Taoist temples and have heard about it."

So that's it... Qi Ping suddenly looked at the other party and asked suddenly:

"Sir, are you back from teaching?"

The lecturer understood what he meant and nodded with a wry smile. The last class was over and he was here to change the class, but... he looked at the lost expressions of the five great scholars, and I am afraid that he will not be able to recover for a while.

Qi Ping said: "This is my first time here and I haven't met His Highness the Crown Prince yet. How about leaving the next class to me?"

The lecturer glanced at the five "colleagues" and saw that no one said anything, so he nodded helplessly:

"Of course you can, but..."

"only?"

The middle-aged man read: "Your Highness seems to be in a bad mood these days, especially today. He is very resistant to reading. Now that we have read together, it may not be a good time."

Is it true or not? This is what I did when I came here. Are you trying to fool me? If you are too tough, why should you be soft? Qi Ping looked suspicious.

The middle-aged reading officer was also a good person. He knew that Qi Ping didn't believe it, so he had to say:

"If you want to go, it's okay."

As he spoke, he took the initiative to name someone in the crowd and said:

"Take the whole group and read it."

"yes."

Qi Ping hesitated for a moment, but still followed. Anyway, he was a part-time teacher, so he didn't have as many worries as this group of people.

As a result, as soon as he left, before everyone dispersed, a carriage stopped outside the courtyard.

Then, Song Jiuling walked in with her head held high. When she saw a group of people surrounding her from a distance, her heart skipped a beat.

He guessed that it might be related to the new lectures on reading. As the head of the Hanlin Academy, he had a clear view of the thoughts of these scholars and knew that they would definitely exclude those hundreds of households.

"Oh no, don't make any noise." Song Jiuling hurried a few steps and rushed directly into the crowd. Only then did a group of people notice that it was the Grand Master who had arrived. They were shocked and hurriedly saluted.

"Grand Master..."

"I have met Grand Master Song."

Song Jiuling ignored him and went straight to the quiet room. He glanced around and was stunned. The scene in front of him was completely different from what he expected.

There are no young people.

There are only five lost scholars.

"What happened?" Song Jiuling asked blankly.

In the room, the five great scholars raised their heads and murmured, but they all just sighed. Fortunately, among the onlookers, someone immediately told what happened.

Song Jiuling was stunned for a moment after hearing this. This was completely different from what he had imagined.

Therefore, the rumors are true. Xin Jiaodu is indeed a young warrior, but at the same time, he is also a master of arithmetic who can recite the classics of saints backwards.

This result made the Taishi, who was nearly seventy years old, somewhat unable to accept it.

"Where is this person right now?" Song Jiuling suddenly became very curious.

The middle-aged man gave a lecture and said: "I'm going to Wenhua Hall to give lectures to His Highness."

Song Jiuling thought for a while and said, "I'll go take a look."

After saying that, he walked out and saw the grand master leaving. One of the five great scholars suddenly asked:

"Your Highness really doesn't want to study today?"

The middle-aged Xiaodu nodded, then frowned and said, "What do you mean by asking this?"

The great scholar regained his composure, his eyes were bright, and he said with some reluctance:

"Even if this boy is indeed talented in arithmetic, he may not be suitable for teaching. Just like many scholars, they have good academic performance, but they are not successful as teachers. If he does not perform well in the first class and is seen by the grand master, he will

Even if you have talent and learning, you still can’t keep it.”

Hearing this, the eyes of the other great scholars also perked up: "This statement makes sense, so we should go and take a look."

"Go together, go together."

…

…

The school building where the prince studies is in Wenhua Hall, which is not far from here. It's just separated by two courtyards. We follow the leader at the same level.

There was some curiosity in my heart.

According to Du Yuanchun, the prince is only twelve years old. Well, according to his habits in his previous life, he is in junior high school... Damn, students at this age are polarized. I hope he is not a rebellious student...

Qi Ping had random thoughts in his mind when he saw the leader in front of him stopped, turned around and said:

"It's ready now."

Qi Ping hurriedly put aside his distracting thoughts and saw a door in front of the corridor. At the end was a cluster of gorgeous autumn chrysanthemums. The house was relatively simple. He guessed it was to allow the prince to concentrate.

He looked through the window and vaguely saw several figures in the hall.

"Thank you." Qi Ping said.

The leader bowed and stepped back.

Qi Ping straightened up his appearance and finally took a look at the two "textbooks" in his hands.

The prince's studies are also in progress. He has been told by the leader just now how far arithmetic and poetry have reached.

Therefore, it doesn't matter if Qi Ping doesn't know how to give lectures, he can just follow the textbook. Anyway, he is only part-time and comes here occasionally. In fact, according to his idea, he can just talk casually without following the outline.

It’s not like I’m really here to be a teacher…

Pushing the door open and entering the house, the moment he stepped in, a series of eyes came to him.

When the prince was studying, he naturally had reading companions around him. Most of them were children of the same age, but there were not many of them.

Qi Ping was originally thinking about how to tell the difference, but when he cast his eyes over for the first time, he naturally noticed the prince.

Mainly because the clothes were too conspicuous. The twelve-year-old prince was wearing a golden python robe with four-clawed golden dragons hovering above it. He was sitting quietly on a stool behind a low table.

The figure is a bit thin, but the face is round and has a little baby fat.

Her appearance is somewhat similar to that of the emperor, but she is much younger, with bright eyes and slightly thin lips. She is a very delicate young lady.

Perhaps because of his royal bearing, he just sat there with his back straight and his temperament as gentle as jade.

But he seemed to be in a bad mood, with his brows slightly furrowed and his head hanging down in a daze. When he saw a strange face coming in, he was startled and a little surprised.

"I have met His Highness. I am the lecturer newly appointed by His Majesty. This... this class will be delivered by me."

In Qi Ping's two lifetimes, this was the first time he was being taught serious lessons, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Moreover, his age lacked deterrence. He was really worried that the prince would lose his temper and be difficult to discipline. Fortunately, the prince did not seem to be the irritable type. He nodded after hearing this:

"knew."

He didn't stand up, he didn't perform the disciple ceremony... According to the rules, the prince only salutes to the three masters, and the lecturer does not get that treatment.

Qi Ping didn't care, walked to the "podium" and said:

"Your Majesty has ordered me to explain poetry or arithmetic to His Highness. I wonder which one Your Highness wants to learn?"

In this first class, he just wanted to get familiar with each other, so his tone was very relaxed.

At this time, he suddenly noticed that someone seemed to be coming outside the hall. Standing outside the window and looking in, he saw an old man with white beard and hair, with an extraordinary bearing.

Don't come in or disturb, just watch quietly.

Qi Pingxin said, "Who is this? I've never seen it before. My dear, are there leaders who are observing the first class? Don't make trouble. It's very stressful."

The prince with a gentle temperament lost his curiosity now, lowered his head and said listlessly:

"random."

Qi Ping frowned.
To be continued...