Zhu Biao announced the news of opening an academy in the palace during the morning court.
Sure enough, the ministers instantly burst into cheers.
"Opening an academy in the palace? I have never heard of such a thing since ancient times..."
"Who says it's not the case? These students are all grown men. How can the Imperial Palace allow students to come and go as they please?"
...
Zhu Biao spread his hands and pressed down, and the noise just now disappeared instantly.
"My dear friends, please don't misunderstand me. This academy will not recruit students."
..."If you don't recruit students? Then what's the point of opening this academy?"
"Exactly, exactly..."
Suddenly, the noise was louder than before.
"Quiet!" Seeing that the voices of the ministers were getting louder and louder, Wang Yue suddenly stood up and waved his fly whisk.
After the ministers calmed down, Han Du continued: "Many of my dear friends have rich families, so why not send them to the palace and be taught by the Queen herself?"
The ministers were overjoyed when they heard this. As the empress, she only taught their daughter. Then when they get married in the future, they can legitimately say that their daughter is a student of the Queen and was carefully taught by the Queen. No matter how high the family status is, she will marry because there is no higher family status in the world than the Queen. Of course no one would refuse something with such great benefits.
"My Emperor's Holy Ming~"
...
A few days later, when the Dashan Hall was cleared, Han Jingyun announced that the people could be sent here.
So, early the next morning, when the sun shone through the thin mist on the concrete streets. Carriage after carriage in the capital came out of the mansions of many dignitaries, waving the pleasant tinkling of copper bells, and rushed towards the palace. Enter from Dong'an Gate and go straight to the Dashan Hall.
Royal Girls' College!
There is a dark plaque with the words "Royal Women's Academy" engraved in large gilt characters, and it is written by Zhu Biao himself.
Han Jingyun came to the Dashan Hall early to wait. From today on, she is the master of this academy, so naturally she wants to see what her students are like.
"Meet the Queen~"
Han Jingyun was very satisfied with the few officials and daughters who came down first. These girls were probably fourteen or fifteen years old. He looked well-informed and sensible, and it was obvious that his family had hired a teacher to teach him carefully.
Han Jingyun likes students like this the most. Although their knowledge may not be as good as the students of the Royal Academy, they still have no problem if they can write and do math.
But then, the people who came down made Han Jingyun frown. The few people who had just come down were all women from distinguished families. Although these people saluted her respectfully, Han Jingyun could clearly see that they had not been well taught. Some people even wore corsets, cloth strips on their arms and calves, and even short-sleeved clothes. When walking, he looks thick and rough. If you just look at the way they walk, you wouldn't know that they are a group of women at all, but more like a group of people marching in the army.
Han Jingyun came from a family of officials, so of course he was not interested in wielding swords and guns. Now that I see this scene, I can't help but yell: "Give me to put back those things on you. Are you here to study or to practice martial arts?"
Several people were scolded by the Queen and quickly lowered their heads and removed all the martial arts things from their bodies.
Fortunately, besides the palace maids, there are also eunuchs, so it doesn't matter even if their clothes are a little messy.
Han Jingyun weakly stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and said with a headache: "Go, get all the clothes you prepared and give them to them."
"yes."
After the female officer left, Han Jingyun turned back and continued to look at the women who came to the Dashan Hall one after another.
When she saw a little girl about eight years old jumping out of the carriage, veins popped up on her forehead and she couldn't hold it in any longer.
He walked up quickly and asked seriously: "How old are you?"
The little girl looked at the person in front of her in confusion, feeling very
pretty.
Seeing her stunned state, the female official on the side quickly signaled: "This is the Queen, why don't you pay your respects quickly?"
The little girl came back to her senses and stuck her butt out: "Greetings, empress~"
Her milky voice was endearing, and the anger in Han Jingyun's heart immediately dissipated after these words.
"Tell me, how old are you this year?"
"Reply to my wife, I am nine years old."
He is only nine years old, so he is only eight years old... Han Jingyun thought helplessly.
An eight-year-old child in an official's home is just the age when he has just started to learn. No need to ask Han Jingyun to know that this child must not be literate yet.
Does this mean that I regard my academy as a private school? Han Jingyun raised his eyebrows.
"Aunt~"
At this moment, a familiar child's voice came.
Han Jingyun instinctively raised his head to look around, and immediately saw Han Yingluo running towards her in large strides.
Seeing that Han Yingluo's walking posture was no different from that of a man, Han Jingyun frowned. He reprimanded: "Are you practicing martial arts again? What's the matter with your father that he doesn't care about you?"
Han Yingluo was so frightened that she quietly stuck out her tongue, and quickly stepped forward to protect her aunt's arm and began to shake it. "Aunt, I miss you the most. As soon as I heard that I could see my aunt today, I got up before dawn..."
As she said this, Han Yingluo's eyes flashed and she looked at her aunt with watery eyes.
Han Jingyun silently raised his head towards the sky. Although the sun had not risen to its highest level yet, it was already halfway up. The Han Mansion is close to the palace. If this niece really got up before dawn, she should have arrived much earlier than the first one.
Han Jingyun shook his head slightly, not bothering to expose her.
Han Yingluo's temperament is very similar to that of Han Du. They both won't get up until midnight. Moreover, Han Du had hired a teacher for her a long time ago, but she was completely pissed off. What's going on with a daughter who has an heir to a family of poems and books, instead of reading and writing poems, she is obsessed with dancing with swords and guns?
In this regard, Han Du has taught Han Yingluo a lesson more than once. Accusing her of not studying hard but carrying a knife, bow and arrow on her body all day long?
Han Yingluo said plausibly: "I am the daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo. Of course I will inherit my father's ability to march and fight."
When Han Du heard this, he cried bitterly and looked around for the cane he could find. But when Han Du raised the cane high and was about to pull it off, Han Yingluo raised her face, as if it would hit me in the body and hurt you in the heart.
"What sin did I commit in my last life..." In the end, Han Du still couldn't bear to beat his little lover.
Without Han Du's restraint, Han Yingluo can completely let herself go.
This time, Han Du proposed that the girl should teach the daughters of many princes and ministers, and he may not have wanted to let the girl teach Han Yingluo a good lesson.
"Aunt~"
"Don't call me aunt, aunt. In the women's academy, you have to call me Mr. Bengong." Han Jingyun looked at his niece's lazy aura, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.
There were more than a hundred people who came to the women's academy. Among them, except for the daughters of civil servants who met Han Jingyun's requirements, the other daughters of distinguished nobles were exactly the same as Han Yingluo. They always looked sad when they mentioned studying.
How can this be done? Looking at the niece in front of him, an idea emerged in Han Jingyun's mind.
"Okay, call me Mr. Gugu..." Han Yingluo smiled and bowed slightly.
But she didn't notice that the eyes of her aunt, who had been very sympathetic to her just now, had changed.
Han Jingyun glanced to one side and said lightly: "Han Yingluo doesn't know etiquette and is disrespectful to me. I'll slap her palms five times as a warning to others!"
"Wha, what? Aunt, I am Yingluo!" Han Yingluo panicked, why should she be punished for kissing her aunt?
"Execution!"
The palace maids who were standing next to them did not move. After all, they were a little confused. This is the niece of the empress, and she can slap her palms casually?
But after the empress spoke about the execution, the maids no longer had any doubts. Two of them quickly lowered their heads and grabbed Han Yingluo's palms, and forced them open to reveal their palms.
The other person hit it hard with a ruler.
"Snapped!"
"Ah~"
When the other women saw Han Yingluo's miserable state and heard her heart-rending screams, they were trembling with fear. They all curled up and stood there tremblingly, not daring to make the slightest move for fear of being caught by the Queen. Stop hitting the palms of your hands.
The sound of the ruler hitting the palm of his hand almost sounded at the same time as Han Yingluo's scream.
"Pah~pah~pah..."
After five consecutive blows, the two palace maids let go of Han Yingluo and delivered their orders to the Queen.
"Go back to your Majesty, five strokes are over."
Han Yingluo only felt the stinging pain in her palms. She didn't understand why her aunt, who had always been so protective of her, would let people beat her. She didn't know why she suddenly thought of the weird expression on her father's face when he sent her out today.
Han Jingyun ignored his niece and raised his head to look at everyone, "Everyone went over there to collect clothes and academy regulations. When they were in the academy, they all gave me the clothes to change into."
"Go back to your Majesty, we will obey your orders!" everyone said in unison.
Han Jingyun glared suddenly and said seriously: "I told you to call me sir in the academy.".br>
"Yes, sir~"
This time, everyone got it right.
Han Jingyun was stumbling like this, teaching these women in twists and turns. Of course, she would inevitably get angry during the process. Just like when she taught students in the academy, if these women were slow to learn, they would be taught a lesson by Han Jingyun.
Autumn passes and winter comes!
Zhang Bei and others still failed to complete the experiment because when he applied to the academy for 10,000 mirrors to conduct the experiment. This request came to Han Du and was directly rejected by him.
Pointing at Mr. Li Yuan who came to ask for a mirror, he yelled: "Ten thousand mirrors? And one that is at least two feet square? Do you know how much these ten thousand mirrors are worth? Just for an experiment. I have never seen it." You are such a waste!"
