It was rare to see the second prince talking about things other than arithmetic. Chu Qing shook his head and said with a smile: "He is an only son. I am the only child in the Chu family."
"Oh, okay, then let's go back to Yangyi Hall. Please continue teaching students and solving their doubts, sir."
It can be seen from the self-proclaimed title that Changxian is the King of Langya. Even if he studies arithmetic, there is nothing wrong with calling himself the king, just like the prince would call himself "lonely" in front of Tao Shaozhang. However, Changxian has never called himself this way.
Basically, he respected his teachers, which was the main reason why Chu Qing liked him.
"Your little face is too tired. Otherwise, you should rest today."
Chu Qing looked at Changxian, whose eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, hesitated for a moment, and finally said something he shouldn't have said: "Since you are worried about His Highness, go and see him. They are connected by blood, no matter what the contradiction is.
There’s nothing you can’t handle, just let’s talk about it.”
Chu Qing is not a fool. Family ties in the Tian family are the weakest. In history, after a certain prince ascended the throne, the first person he killed was his brother.
Initially, Chu Qing didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but he saw that the conflict between the two brothers seemed to have nothing to do with the struggle for imperial power, and was caused by something else.
"I…"
Changxian stopped and stood outside the Yangyi Hall, with his back to Chu Qing, just lowering his head and not speaking, so his expression could not be seen clearly.
Chu Qing sighed.
He didn't know what happened between the two Tianhuang nobles, but he could tell that Changxian was very guilty, extremely guilty.
In fact, from the bottom of his heart, Chu Qing liked the second prince. He was full of advantages, smart and eager to learn, respected his teachers, and was humble and polite. He was simply a model for "other people's children".
But the child looked gloomy every day. In addition, when the guards, imperial guards, eunuchs, and palace maids saw the second prince, they were respectful, but they always had a look of fear or reluctance to get close to him.
, on the contrary, when they met the prince, the guards like Tong Gui and others were extremely concerned, and they cared from the bottom of their hearts. This had nothing to do with their status, they just simply cared about the prince.
This made Chu Qing very confused.
People, especially people from the imperial family, must have more than one side.
Chu Qing also once doubted whether the second prince's "goodness" was just an act.
But after several days of contact, Chu Qing was convinced that he was a good boy, because even if he pretended to do many things, there would still be traces, and these traces could not be seen on Changxian.
"Mr. Chu." Chang Yu turned his head: "Brother Huang couldn't sleep at night. I went to visit him secretly a few days ago and saw General Tong telling him a story. I also wanted to listen. After listening, I told him
Brother Emperor, please listen and let him sleep peacefully."
"Okay." Chu Qing smiled slightly: "Come into the house and I will tell you."
A smile appeared on Changxian's little face, and he saluted again: "Thank you, Mr.
The two entered the room, and Nangong Shou was still staring at the formula, as if he must awaken his "talent" today.
Chu Qing was sure.
This child is more or less seriously ill.
After sitting down casually, Chu Qing looked at Changxian and smiled: "Most of the stories we tell before going to bed are fairy tales. Let's tell a story about a little rabbit as the protagonist. By the way, there are two little rabbits, they are fluffy and very cute.
…”
Changxian: "Sir, can you change it to another one? Brother Huang likes to hear stories about strange powers and deranged gods."
"Oh, those who are cultivating immortals, I understand, these two little rabbits can fly and live above the clouds..."
Changxian: "Sir, can you please change to another one? The prince likes to listen to some...listen to some market people...like Ju Bajie Sansui Baigujing."
"Oh, they are more adult-oriented. I understand, these two little rabbits can fly, live above the clouds, and stay naked every day..."
Changxian was speechless: "Sir, can you not talk about the little rabbit?"
"What about changing to a big goose?"
Changxian: “…”
Chu Qing was also quite helpless.
If a child doesn't sleep well, it's probably because of skin problems. Just pick him up and give him a good beating and that's it.
But this guy is a prince, so he can tell stories. The problem is that he can't tell them randomly. Aren't they all fairy tales before going to bed? If he talks about Ms. Bai and Uncle Qin, he won't be able to sleep.
"Sir." Nangong Shou suddenly raised his head and said with a pout, "Sir, you are here to teach arithmetic, why do you want to tell stories?"
Chu Qing rolled his eyes: "If it has anything to do with you, just look at your formula."
"Students can't understand."
"If you don't understand, just keep reading."
Changxian smiled apologetically at Nangong She: "It's my fault because I asked you to tell the story."
Nangong Shou said angrily: "Yangyi Hall is a place where knowledge is taught. Although you are the prince, you cannot order your husband to dethrone the public for personal reasons."
Chu Qing was confused.
What is Nangong Shou's background? How dare he teach Chang Xian a lesson? This second prince is so worthless.
The door was pushed open, and a small figure walked in. It was none other than Prince Chang Yu, whom he had not seen for a few days.
Changxian's face showed surprise: "Brother Emperor."
Nangong Shou stood up and saluted.
Chang Yu laughed: "I'm here to listen to the lecture and learn arithmetic."
With this smile, Chang Yu started to cough again.
Chang Xian had a look of concern on his face: "Brother, why don't you rest in Taowu Hall for a few more days to recover from your serious illness..."
"I want you to take care of it."
The prince still had the same unwelcome look, looking at Chu Qing provocatively, and then sat on the stool swaggeringly.
"Brother Emperor, do you want me to read Shangshu for you?"
Chang Xian was acting like a little shou, but the prince didn't appreciate it at all: "Don't talk to me, stay away."
Chang Laoer put down "Shang Shu" and said in despair.
Chu Qing was a little angry when he saw it.
They are obviously brothers, so there is so much hatred and hatred, so what?
"Why are you standing there in a daze? Aren't you a professor of arithmetic?" The prince patted the desk and said, "Let's talk."
Nangong Shou said coldly: "I hope His Highness the Crown Prince will not be rude to you."
"What does it have to do with you?"
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is the foundation of a country. He should abide by the etiquette of disciples and know the respect of teachers and elders."
"Little sour scholar, hum!"
Chu Qing looked at Nangong She with surprise on his face.
What is the background of this little brat? After teaching the second prince a lesson, he is now teaching the prince a lesson. Is he so stubborn?
The prince didn't know what happened today. Although he was still arrogant, he was not as dedicated to confronting Chu Qing as before. Instead, he seemed to be interested in arithmetic and urged Chu Qing to teach him.
Chu Qing didn't take it seriously. If the prince didn't learn, it was one thing if he didn't teach. If the prince took the initiative to learn, if he didn't teach, he would be easily beaten.
No need to say, start with Arabic numerals, then memorize the multiplication tables.
But what Chu Qing really didn't expect was that the emperor was so awesome!
To be precise, the emperor's two sons were so awesome. The prince's understanding was actually higher than that of the second prince. He could barely hold half a stick of incense and could recite the multiplication table by heart.
Chu Qing made up a topic at random. Regarding the calculation of the salaries of eunuchs of various grades in the palace, the prince, who had been skipping classes, was the first to figure it out.
He could see that it was not Changxian who was "giving up" to his eldest brother, but that the prince was indeed a monster.
Of course, there are excellent students and there are poor students. Nangong Shou bit his pen and looked at addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, just like a dog looking at the stars. His forehead was full of question marks.
"Your Highness..." Nangong Shou turned around and looked at the yellow paper on the prince's table: "You...how did you calculate it? Can you teach me..."
"Go away and do the calculations yourself!" The prince covered the test paper, lowered his head and calculated it again.