"So that's how the boy's calligraphy was supposed to be written." Wang Siye gasped, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt.
The quill pen is a hard pen, so naturally it cannot use the same writing techniques as a brush. But when used to write the somewhat rigid small characters that Li Chongrun used to do before, it can actually be sharp and sharp, and the turns are powerful. When writing with a brush,
Although it looks soft, it does have some iron-clad flavor.
"Looking at it this way, this character does seem to have some meaning. It's just that the handwriting is too small. It would be better if it were larger."
One night a few days later, Ziwei Imperial City, Jixian Hall.
"So that little fat guy did pretty well in the Imperial College?"
There is a woman on the phoenix couch, wearing only a plain white undergarment, her black hair in a bun, leaning on the embroidered pier used as an armrest, holding her forehead with one hand, and another
He was holding a piece of paper with a poem written on it and looking at it against the lamp. There were some wrinkles on his face and neck, but he had taken good care of them and it was not obvious.
There was a little maid in palace clothes squatting beside the couch, gently beating her legs.
"Reporting to the Emperor, according to the report from Fengyi Guard, the master's etiquette and lectures have been attended as normal these days, but the arithmetic in the afternoon was taken off by Wang Siye, saying that it was with Wang Siye's family's grandson and
The Prince of Lin Yi made up lessons. But we couldn’t find out what lessons the three of them made up.” The little maid who was beating her legs did not stop her movements and lowered her head in response to the woman’s question.
It turned out that this woman, who looked to be in her forties, was Wu Zetian.
"The little grandson of the Wang family, Prince Fan of Lin Yi? It's quite interesting." Wu Zetian lazily put down the poem note in her hand, "Although this little fat man may not be old, he is very energetic. Look at this poem, how long will it last?
To the top of the Three Mountains? I'm afraid I've been locked up for a long time. I still feel a little resentful."
"There are rumors these days that the young master is the number one person since Cao Cao in 500 years. Do you want to check it out?"
"Just leave this kind of trivial matter to Junchen and the others. Just let Fengyiwei keep an eye on the previously arranged matters and investigate."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"It's just that the little fat man is happy outside. The boys in the west city are inevitably a little resentful." Wu Zetian twitched her legs, reached out to hold the little maid's waiting hand, and slowly sat up, "
Go tell Wan'er that Hong'er's death anniversary will be in a few days. My poor baby died early, and there is no one to pay homage to him. It's pitiful to think about it. Let the third child of the East Palace family
, let’s pass it on and pass on the incense.”
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"I remember that Hong'er's residence was opposite the Imperial College in Zhengpingfang, right?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, it has now been transformed into Princess Taiping's palace."
"Taiping's home." Wu Zetian was helped to sit in front of the dressing table. Maybe she thought of some fun things. Wu Zetian smiled, vaguely with some of the amorous feelings that made the harem pink and white. "That cousin of mine."
, I’m afraid I can’t control her. It would be fun to be bumped into by my nephew. That’s all, let’s build a house next to her house in Taiping and give it to him.”
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"When Hong'er was still alive, he admired Huainanzi very much. Let the third son of the East Palace be sealed there. This can be regarded as fulfilling Hong'er's wish."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Wu Zetian held up the corners of her slender eyes like a woman and said, "Go ahead. Call Huaiyi. I need to take care of myself today. Look, there are fine lines on this face."
"Yes! I will leave this slave."
The little maid lowered her head and walked backwards out of the palace. The small yellow door on the side quietly closed the palace door. Under the huge hall, there was only Wu Zetian and the curl of incense. It was very empty.
"Let him feel comfortable for two days first. I'm afraid it will get a little lively after a while."
Wu Zetian said to herself in front of the mirror. The thick curtain moved, but no sound came except the wind.
Li Chongrun lived a very free and easy life these two days.
Although there have been no lectures by Mr. Siye in recent days, I have to go to the Rope Truss Hall to learn etiquette in the morning. Several professors responsible for teaching etiquette are actually old palace people from the palace. They are very ruthless. If their movements are slightly deformed, there will be
Pull out the thin bamboo strips.
However, Wang Rong took advantage of his family connections and persuaded his grandfather, saying that the equations Li Chongrun taught him recently were more useful, and he needed to take a few days off to study hard. So the old man approved a leave note, and they came over in the afternoon.
They didn't need to see Dr. Beard's face. The three of them studied equations in Fan Yubi's dormitory. This made the afternoon of the three children, one large, two small, very comfortable.
Every day at noon, Li Chongrun could have a good meal at Fan Yubi's place. After he ate all the snacks he brought with him several times, the children from the Wang family were very sensible and brought a lot of snacks and other snacks to Li Chongrun for tutoring.
The time spent by the two classmates was a lot of fun.
After a few days, Li Chongrun found very depressed that he seemed to have gained a lot more weight.
"So sin30 degrees is equal to 0.5." While Fan Ubi was still struggling with factoring, kid Wang Rong was already learning trigonometric functions.
Li Chongrun discovered that people really deserve to be compared with others. The ecstasy subjects that he was tortured with in high school back then were simply deduced by Wang Rong, and the problem was solved like a candle drawn by a hot knife.
When Wang Rong's curiosity for knowledge was overwhelming, Li Chongrun realized that he had nothing to teach him. Seeing that it was almost time to go back as the sky outside looked like, he simply excused himself to urinate, packed up his things and fled in a hurry.
Fan Ubi's dormitory was huddled in the northwest corner of the backyard of the Imperial College, far away from the toilet in the southeast corner. Li Chongrun walked slowly while thinking about what he should teach tomorrow to cope with the extremely strong thirst for knowledge of that little pervert Wang Rong.
But when he passed by the library, he vaguely heard voices coming from the wall.
Li Chongrun was very surprised. The afternoon classes were not over yet. Except for the three of them who had taken leave and a few supervisors who had returned home due to family matters, all the supervisors should still be in the classroom in the front yard at this time.
I am taking professional courses in various majors. Why are there people talking here at this time?
Li Chongrun was very curious and hid in the bushes and got closer. He easily identified one of the people with a weird and flattering accent who must be the very annoying Dr. Beard.
"Three days later, three loads of sage are still in the same place. They are all good things from Hedong, guaranteed to be fresh." What Dr. Beard said made Li Chongrun very strange. If it was sage, it was dried and sold to others to raise horses.
, if it is fresh, it will rot into a ball of green mud after a rain, and it will be of no use.
"The goods arranged by the doctor last time were very good, and the payment has been sent to the doctor's house. I hope the doctor will not be too short."
Hearing the reply carefully, Li Chongrun felt that it sounded familiar. After waiting behind the house for a long time, when he heard the two people leaving, Li Chongrun got out of the bushes. He took a look from a distance and found that the person who spoke was not that person.
Who was the Prince Itunasian who had a conflict with Fan Ubi?
Li Chongrun said hello from a distance in the name of meeting the teacher, but when the two of them saw an outsider arriving, they stopped talking in a tacit understanding. They exchanged a few pleasantries, but Dr. Beard didn't even ask.
What are Li Chongrun and the others doing these days? Why don't they come to class? After talking politely, they left on the pretext of having something to do.
Li Chongrun returned to Xige City with a lot of questions, but the bumps on the road made him determined to find an opportunity to add a spring to the carriage.
Returning to the Five Kings Hall, Li Chongrun found that the atmosphere in the hall was a bit strange.
Brother Fan saw Li Chongrun coming back from a distance, so he cried and threw himself into his arms.