Father can be an enemy to the country

The undercurrent in the court has not affected the prince and his companions in the main hall for the time being.

What they talked about even more was the heated fight between King Yan and King Jin.

After suffering a huge loss that day, King Jin made every effort to regain his position. But King Yan was not good at studying, but he was better than a monkey. How could he succeed so easily?

For example, one day, King Jin deliberately arrived a moment earlier than him and placed an ink cartridge filled with thick ink on the ajar door.

But Zhu Di had already seen his sneaking shadow, and deliberately delayed his steps to follow his husband through the door.

As a result, when he opened the door, his head was covered with ink. If you report it to your father, the King of Jin will naturally be beaten...

In front of King Yan, the king of pranks, the results of King Jin's tricks were basically like this, shooting himself in the foot.

But King Jin also has a trump card - snitching! For example, if the fourth child brings a slingshot or a parrot to school, or skips class and goes out to play, he will report him, and then it will be the fourth child's turn to be beaten...

The third brother and the fourth brother had a great time fighting, which also added some precious fun to Zhu Zhen's boring and helpless elementary school career.

His Royal Highness the King of Chu finally accepted the hard fate of being a primary school student again.

Throughout the winter, he took classes honestly in the main hall.

'Anyway, I'm stuck in school, so why not just follow along and learn something. 'His Royal Highness the King of Chu, who always easily reconciles with fate, thought so.

~~

He goes to school every morning. He first reads the lessons he learned yesterday, and then the official lecturer reads them at mid-morning.

Because there is a big age difference between the princes, the eldest King Qin is already eighteen years old, and the youngest King Tan is only six years old, the courses they attend are naturally very different.

Therefore, students should take turns holding their books, come to the teacher's desk, put the books in front of the teacher, and ask the teacher to teach.

Because there is no punctuation in the book, the teacher has to break up the sentences first. For younger students, they should also be taught to recognize new words.

This step is not a big problem for Zhu Zhen. As for traditional Chinese characters, although I can’t write them, I can basically recognize them.

When my husband discovered that His Royal Highness the King of Chu had begun to learn a lot of words, he couldn't help but burst into tears and called him a genius!

Then there is the teacher's model reading, and the students follow.

What made Zhu Zhen most uncomfortable with this step was not that he couldn't imitate parrots, but that the way he read was too shameful.

The gentlemen read it by singing, that is, they read it like singing. Students must also imitate the tone and beats exactly the same. And I have to repeat it three or five times...

What he couldn't stand the most in his previous life was the long-drawn and expressive recitations of primary school students. I didn't expect that I would have to come here more than ten or twenty times every day. I really wanted to die.

Finally, the teacher will explain the meaning of the text. The depth of the explanation will naturally vary depending on the age and academic level of the students. This is also the part that most depends on the level of the gentlemen.

The lecturers in Dabentang are all famous Confucian scholars in the world, so they can naturally teach students according to their aptitude and distribute them according to their needs.

For good students like Third Brother and Fifth Brother, the teacher will naturally speak in depth. For students with problems like the second brother and the fourth brother, the teacher only gave a brief lecture, but they couldn't understand it even if it was explained in depth.

For someone like His Highness the King of Chu, who obviously has a poor foundation but is full of crooked ideas, gentlemen can help him lay a good foundation and make him less arrogant through simple and profound explanations.

As for how much you can learn in a day, it naturally depends on the student's level. The third child, who has the strongest receptive ability, has to teach books more than ten times a day; while our King Qin usually only teaches books once a day, and he will probably have to teach them again the next day.

Zhu Zhen wanted to show off his abilities at first, but he soon discovered that this was an involution mechanism of 'the capable work hard'.

Because the gentlemen require that students must be able to memorize any books they have taught casually, starting from the beginning.

And not only do you need to be able to recite it, but you also need to copy it first and then dictate it.

Finally, I had to explain the book to my husband to prove that I had really learned it.

Therefore, the faster you learn, the greater the workload and the greater the pressure to study.

He didn't want to do things that were asking for trouble, so he deliberately controlled his learning progress. He doesn't need to take the exam for merit and fame, he just needs to be almost literate, so don't tire yourself out.

~~

Every afternoon there is a calligraphy class.

To be fair, he felt this was more useful to him.

The main hall stipulates that when writing, you should write one hundred words a day in spring, summer and autumn, and five words in winter.

Fifty words doesn’t seem like much, but first you have to write it like a character.

He didn't even know how to hold a pen correctly, and the words he wrote seemed to have been blown by a typhoon or trampled by random horses. Even the newly enlightened eighth brother laughed at him.

His Royal Highness the King of Chu is a decent man, how could he allow himself to be laughed at by a little brat?

So I found an opportunity to beat Lao Ba... to see if he still dared to do it?

Of course, the words still have to be written well.

As a dignified prince, I will definitely be often asked for inscriptions in the future, such as "The Imperial College is a good school." The writing is too abstract, and it would not be good to hang it up to ward off evil spirits, or put it on the bedside for contraception.

Fortunately, Mr. Ohondo is very humble. As long as he is willing to learn, he will not dislike his level.

So Song Can, the most powerful calligrapher in the Ming Dynasty, started by polishing the calligraphy on the armrest, taught him the posture of holding the pen step by step, held his hand, and slowly taught him the strokes stroke by stroke.

"Sir teaches so seriously..." Zhu Zhen had a good impression of Mr. Song, who was as gentle as jade.

"If you don't teach well, you will be sent as an envoy to Tibet by your father..." Song Zhen was also an upright man. He sighed and said:

"Last year, Mr. Wang, who is as famous as my father, resigned from the teaching position of Dabentang in anger, and the emperor ordered him to go to Tibet as an envoy."

Mr. Song’s father’s name is Song Lian.

"Going to Tibet, it's so miserable..." Zhu Zhen took a breath and looked away.

"But before he arrived, he was recalled by the emperor." Song Can said again.

"That's okay." Zhu Zhen wrote again.

"The emperor asked him to go to Yunnan instead to recruit Prince Meng Yuanliang..." Song Zhen said while breathing heavily.

"It's better to go to Tubo." Zhu Zhen just learned that Yunnan is still an enemy-occupied area. "But the two armies are fighting, and Bu Zhan is here. He shouldn't be in any danger."

"Has been killed by King Liang." Mr. Song said with a sad expression: "If I don't teach well, I might be the next one to go to Yunnan."

"Don't worry, sir, I won't send you there..." Zhu Zhen's stroke became even bigger.

"Why?"

"Because you like to breathe heavily when you talk, I'm afraid you'll be beaten to death if you don't see King Liang." Zhu Zhen finally wrote something decent.

"That's it. If I am convicted for my words in the future," Song Can was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "Your Highness, please save my life."

"I will try my best." Zhu Zhen nodded seriously. He finally saw what it means to be a humble gentleman, as gentle as jade.

"I would like to thank you in advance, Your Highness." Song Can smiled slightly and did not take the joke between teachers and students to heart.

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