"I remember, there is such a thing." Lao Zhu pursed his lips.
"We have approved this...that old man, what do you mean by 'setting an example to the kings'?"
"Is our son bad? Do we want his disciples to set an example?"
Prince Zhu Biao wisely chose not to talk.
Since he, a good student, "graduated" from Dabentang, among the remaining kings, only the King of Jin, Zhu Fan, could barely read...
The others are really hard to describe...
"Hmm." Lao Zhu thought for a moment and stopped going to Jinshen Hall.
"Let's go over and have a look."
"Boss, come with us!"
He suddenly became interested in taking a look at this month's midterm exam. He also wanted to ask Lao Wu something, so he went there in person to relax.
"Ah!" Zhu Su suddenly woke up and wiped the saliva on his cheek. "What's wrong? Are you collecting clothes because it's raining?"
I didn't even get a ruler.
"Your Majesty!" Song Lian was startled. He quickly stood up from his chair and bowed with the students and princes: "Your Majesty (Father), may you be blessed!"
Inside, it was the King of Qin, Zhu Xi, who was endorsing the book. He could only be heard stumbling and reciting: "The Master said that there are three hundred poems, and one sentence can be used to summarize them."
"Right hand."
"Hahahahaha." The snickering turned into laughter.
"Your Highness." Song Lian nodded at Zhu Fan. "What does it mean to 'investigate things to gain knowledge, live in respect and preserve them'?"
Usually on this day, except for the Crown Prince and Prince Jin, the palms of the other princes' palms will be swollen.
"Ah? Okay!" Zhu Su was happy, cheap daddy, does he have something to ask me again?
Great! I can skip school happily again...ah! I can happily make plans for the future of the Ming Dynasty.
"Your Highness." Song Lian walked up to Zhu Xi. "Your question is already very simple. In the future, you should review the Analects of Confucius more."
Then he bent slightly and walked towards the study quietly.
"However, Zhu Zi also once said, 'Everything in the human heart is without knowledge, and everything in the world is without reason. Only reason is not exhausted, so its knowledge is endless.' It means that people can only understand the principle of exhausting things.
Only in this way can one achieve knowledge and consciously strengthen one's own moral cultivation."
This made Old Man Song furious, and he slapped Mr. Zhu on the big three, and then the young Confucian scholar named Xi Zhi came out.
"...Third Highness, please do not remind me." Song Lian said solemnly on the podium. Then he nodded Zhu Ping: "Second Highness, please explain the meaning."
Brothers, it's not that the elder brother is unloyal, it's just that the incident happened suddenly and it was too late to inform the news...
Zhu Yuanzhang's face outside also turned dark. He turned to Zhu Biao and said, "What's the matter with your brothers? The limelight has been stolen by that little sour boy."
"Yes." The young man in Confucian shirt who was standing in front of him took a step forward again, saluted and said: "What His Highness the King of Jin said is deeply rooted in Zhu Xi's true biography."
When Lao Zhu and Zhu Biao arrived at the main hall, the waiter at the door was about to kneel down, but Lao Zhu quickly waved his hand to signal him not to make any noise.
But Zhu Di couldn't escape from behind. Song Lian also asked a question on the Analects of Confucius. Zhu Di stood up and stumbled, but he used Zhu Su's "whispering language" to explain.
"Get up!" Lao Zhu had a fierce attitude. "Lao Wu, come with us!"
"Hey! This old man!" Lao Zhu, who was peeping outside, was unhappy. He wanted to rub his sleeves on the spot. "Why did he hit my son again!"
Next, it was Zhu Wu's turn. Song Lian sat on the chair and panted for a while, feeling relieved, and then said: "Your Highness, Fifth Prince."
The mid-month exam is similar to the monthly exam for high school students in later generations. The exam is usually held on the first day of every month, which happens to be the same day as the imperial court.
"Dad, dad." Zhu Biao hurriedly grabbed Lao Zhu. "There is no one who doesn't teach."
"We are almost completely embarrassed!"
Song Lian was a little strange, so he raised his voice and spoke again: "Your Highness, Fifth Prince?"
Since the ages of the kings are different and their levels are also uneven, the mid-month exam adopts the method of asking questions on the spot: the teacher will ask the questions on the spot according to the academic progress of the students, and the students will answer the questions on the spot.
He thought he was "quietly", but with his loud voice, even Lao Zhu at the door could hear clearly.
"Ah, Si Wuxie!" Zhu Xi quickly changed his words, and then sat down happily as if he had passed the test.
The air in the study fell into silence. No one answered. Books were piled high on Zhu Laowu's table, and only his bun was exposed, but his face could not be seen.
"Pah! Pah!" The sound of two rulers slapping the flesh was extremely crisp.
The Master of the Song Dynasty respected his position, and Zhu Ping did not dare to disobey him. When he heard this, he stretched out his right hand in fear.
"Stop sleeping! I'm calling you!"
Wish yourself luck...
"Si Wuxie! Wuxie!" Jin Wang Zhu Fan reminded quietly from the side.
"A little knowledge can only make you smile." After saying that, he stepped back.
"Ah? Do you still need to explain?" Zhu Xi stood up reluctantly. "Uh, um, Confucius said..."
Song Lian nodded and smiled. Zhu Fan's face looked a little ugly, but he still said "I have been taught" and sat down.
"Uh!" Zhu Biao was stunned for a moment. Seeing that his father had already taken a step forward, he had no choice but to follow him.
Everyone snickered in the study room.
Seeing that his father, who was usually mighty and domineering, now looked like a thief, Zhu Biao felt funny. However, it was hard for him to deliberately make noises to remind his brothers. When he saw his father waving to him, he also
I had no choice but to follow my father's lead and sneak over.
"Uh." Zhu Biao could only smile awkwardly but politely.
"Sixiewu!"
"Your Highness, Fifth Prince!" Song Lian angrily knocked on the ruler, and immediately regarded the ruler as a surprise.
Zhu Fan's question was a bit more difficult than Zhu Xi's. After Zhu Fan stood up and finished answering, Song Lian said: "What Your Highness said is correct. However, there are some flaws. I hope it is straight."
"Yes." Behind Song Lian, a young man in Confucian robes standing there took a step forward when he heard the voice. He first bowed to the kings, and then said: "The Master said that there are three hundred poems, which can be summed up in one sentence, saying,
Thinking without evil."
Old Song Lian's face darkened, and he was about to have a fit. The door was suddenly pushed open. Old Zhu's face was darker than his, and he walked into the study with great momentum, his hands behind his back. Zhu Biao followed him and gave his brothers a signal.
Careful eyes.
"This old guy is really good at talking. What is he talking about this time?"
"Lao Wu, Lao Wu!" Zhu Ping whispered.
…
It's already costing his life to memorize it, so how can he understand the meaning?
"Alas." Song Lian shook his head in disappointment. "Xizhi, come here."
"The meaning is that the sage Confucius believed that the three hundred poems in the Book of Songs can be summarized in one sentence, which is 'no evil thoughts'."
"Yes." Song Lian stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction. The young man saluted Song Lian and then took a step back. His face remained humble and showed no trace of complacency.
The father and son were hunched over and peering through the study window.
If you get the answer right, there will be no prize. If you get it wrong, you will be rewarded with a ring ruler.
"What an old man." Lao Zhu also knew that this was true, but he still felt distressed after all, so he could only curse him bitterly.
No matter what happens today, I have to decide not to go to the main hall again!
Why do we, a time-traveler, spend our time doing such nonsense every day?
We want to be the guiding light for the Ming Dynasty!
Lao Zhu walked out angrily. Zhu Su, who had just woken up, was still blinded and didn't notice at all, and he followed happily.
Zhu Biao, on the other hand, looked confused. He wanted to remind him a few words, but he couldn't say it directly.
I had no choice but to follow him with a constipated expression on his face.