Rebirth of Wu Ba Spring and Autumn

"From now on, Wu Xi will be exiled for an indefinite period. Without the order of the widow, Wu Xi is not allowed to set foot in Jinling City!"

After some deliberation, Qingji made such a verdict.

Including Wu Xi, Ji Zha, Kong Qiu, Wu Hong and others present all had expressions of shock on their faces.

Obviously, they didn't expect that Qingji would be so cruel and throw a ten-year-old son outside, leaving him to fend for himself!

"Your Majesty..."

"The widow's will has been decided, no need to say more!"

Qingji waved his hands, then turned his gaze to Wu Xi, and said, "Wu Xi, are you convinced?"

"The father's order, the child should obey..."

"From now on, when you are outside, you cannot claim to be the son of a widow, the son of Wu..."

Qingji took a deep look at Wu Xi, and said slowly, "After saying goodbye to Zhu Ji, you can leave on your own!"

"promise."

Wu Xi lost all thoughts for a moment, and slumped on the ground in a daze.

Looking at Wu Xi in front of him, Qingji's mood was quite complicated.

Qingji admired Wu Xi's character.

After all, Wu Xi basically possessed the style of a hero, but he was too treacherous and impulsive, which made Qing Ji disliked.

Qingji originally planned to hang Wu Xi under a tree and beat him dozens of times with a whip as punishment.

However, Wu Xi was not even afraid of the sword drawn by Qingji, and refused to admit it, let alone a mere whip?

Since Wu Xi couldn't be given a complete childhood, Qingji didn't mind letting him suffer the beatings from Shihui earlier.

Qingji exiled Wu Xi outside, but he did not deprive him of his sonship and removed him from the family tree.

This is an opportunity Qingji gave Wu Xi.

If Wu Xi can really go deep into the people, sharpen his mind, and truly grow up, Qingji will definitely bring him back to Jinling, so that he can be cultivated and reused.

If Wu Xi is really useless, Qingji has nothing to do.

Of course, how could Qingji not feel sorry for his own son, his own flesh and blood?
When Wu Xi was wandering outside alone, Qingji would also send some people to secretly protect his safety.

……

Qingji immediately ordered two servants to take Wu Xi to Zhuji's place, and let the mother and son say goodbye.

The exams for the young masters continued.

This time the test is arithmetic.

The six arts of a gentleman are: rites, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and mathematics.

The test content of the princes revolves around the six arts of a gentleman.

Number, that is, arithmetic, mathematics.

Qingji is certainly not a mathematician, but he has been influenced by modern education.

To Qingji, math problems in this era are all child's play.

Qing Ji, Ji Zha, Yan Ying and others were sitting in the palace school, looking at the young masters answering the papers in the school, and Mrs. Zhu Ji rushed to intercede with her son Wu Xi.

"Your Majesty, Xi'er is naughty, but after all, he is the child of your Majesty and his concubines."

Zhu Ji knelt down on the floor, covered her face and wept bitterly, "Xi'er is only ten years old, why is your majesty willing to exile him in the mountains?"

"My lord, how do you let Xi'er live in the future!"

"..."

Hearing this, Qing Ji just glanced at Zhu Ji and Wu Xi who were kneeling on the ground indifferently, and remained silent. …

After a while, Qingji waved his hand and said, "Zhu Ji, there is no need to say more."

"The son doesn't teach, it's the father's fault. Wu Xi is extremely stubborn, the widow and you, as his parents, are both at fault."

"With Wu Xi's personality, if he doesn't correct it, he will definitely make an irreparable mistake in the future. Wouldn't it be too late for regrets?"

After a pause, Qingji said slowly, "Zhu Ji, loving a son is like killing a son. You dote on Wu Xi too much, that's why he has such a stubborn personality today."

"My lord! Woooooooooooo..."

Holding Qingji's thigh, Zhu Ji said with tears streaming down her face, "Xi'er already knew he was wrong, so you should spare him this time! Give him a chance!"

"Take it."

Qingji is still stern and selfless.

The eunuch standing outside the school quickly entered and dragged Zhu Ji and Wu Xi away.

In a fit of anger, Zhu Ji shook off an eunuch's arm, and said in grief and indignation: "My lord! You are so cruel!"

"The concubine hates you to death!"

Knowing that the matter was irreversible, Zhu Ji finally took Wu Xi away with her.

Qingji and Zhu Ji had one son and two daughters.

For Wu Xi's son, Zhu Ji doted too much after all.

How can it be?

Qingji insists on exiling Wu Xi, and no one can make him change his mind.

If Wu Xi really can't change and is still so stubborn, Qingji can only pretend that he never gave birth to this son.

To put it in an easy-to-understand way, the tuba has already been practiced, and Qingji can start another trumpet.

Qingji has more than twenty sons, and Wu Xi is not short of him.

Not long after Zhu Ji and Wu Xi left, all the princes handed in papers one after another for correction by Ji Zha, Sun Ping, Yan Ying and others.

Poetry makes people smart, and mathematics makes people meticulous. If you can express boring math problems in the form of poetry, you can kill two birds with one stone.

Mathematical problems in this era are basically done in the form of poetry.

However, for Qingji, it was still too simple.

However, it is not so difficult for masters such as Wu Hong and Wu Heng to figure out the correct answer.

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine coins, and one thousand pear fruits in season. Nine pears for eleven coins, and four coins for seven fruits. How much is the price of pear fruit?"

Qingji looked around for a week, put his eyes on the princes, frowned and said: "This is a question posed by me, and none of you can answer it correctly?"

"..."

The princes hurriedly said: "My son is stupid!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Ying, Ji Zha and the others couldn't help but look at each other.

In the end, it was Kong Qiu who stood up, bowed to Qingji and said, "Your Majesty, all the young masters are extremely intelligent. However, it is difficult for them to answer such complicated arithmetic problems after all."

"Not to mention the young masters, even the ministers and others cannot figure out the correct answer to this math problem in a short period of time."

"Exactly!"

Yan Ying echoed, "The arithmetic question asked by the king is not easy. If you were an ordinary scholar, you might try your best, and you may not be able to answer it within a few days."

In the end, it was the princes who carried everything!
Qing Ji believed in what Confucius and Yan Ying said.

"Two masters, can you figure out the correct answer?"

"Your Majesty, give it a try."

Next, Yan Ying, Kong Qiu, Sun Ping and Ji Zha all participated.

However, the way they calculate is quite "clumsy" and practical.

All four of them, Yan Ying, took pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and calculated on the paper.

Ji Zha frowned, holding a brush in his hand, and had already written a few blank sheets of paper, but he didn't really answer it.

The four of them are all well-read scholars who are well-known in the country, and their arithmetic skills are not bad.

It's just that Qingji's question really stumped them!
庆忌的这道题，题意是：用999文钱买得梨和果共1000个，梨11文买9个，果4文买7个。

Ask how many pears and fruits each, how much do you pay for each?