But now he was actually imprisoned in this small courtyard together with his mother who had been deprived of her posthumous position, which made Huang Qiong a little puzzled. Even in the history he knew, he had never heard of it. I am only five years old now, and there is no way I can do anything to usurp the throne. Why am I being imprisoned together?
Huang Qiong still doesn't know what mistake her current mother made to be deposed as queen and imprisoned together with her son. In the following time, I was shocked to find that although my mother's position as queen was abolished, her other treatment seemed to have not changed.
Although she has never asked for anything, the things delivered through the small side door every day are of the highest standard, and they are all treated according to the queen's treatment. Whether it is clothing, food, or daily utensils, they are all exquisite. Books are even packed in boxes.
No matter what Huang Qiong thinks, except for the lack of freedom of movement and the power to control the Sixth House, almost nothing has changed about her current mother. As for this so-called cold palace, it was directly renovated from Ting Xuexuan, where my mother originally lived. It was not moved to that inconspicuous corner to fend for itself because the post position was abolished.
Of course, among the eunuchs and maids who used to hug each other, except for the current maid whom he called Aunt Chen, there were only two deaf and mute old eunuchs who were used to sweep. This is a bit like those officials in Huang Qiong's previous life who retired or were placed in the second line. Although the secretary and the staff around him are gone, all the benefits are still there.
What puzzled Huang Qiong even more was that his mother didn't seem to have any complaints about being abolished, or she didn't take it seriously at all. Even his son, who was imprisoned here together, showed no dissatisfaction. Of course, even if there was, Huang Qiong couldn't tell anything from her always Gujing Wubo expression.
As Huang Qiong's body gradually recovered, she was able to go to the ground and do some activities in the yard. He never understood what his parents, the most noble people at the moment, were doing. But I finally figured out why I was in a coma.
Just after he was able to work in the field for ten days, his mother's lesson in this life should not be wasted in one day. Now that your body has recovered and you can resume your homework, Huang Qiong's hard days will come. Every day at Mao hour, which is equivalent to waking up at five o'clock every morning, I start reading and literacy.
All his daily homework is set by his only guardian and teacher, his mother. After getting up at Mao Shi, I started reading, one The Analects of Confucius and one The Book of Songs every day. However, his mother only asked him to read along, and after his mother finished reading, he read it again. If I read it wrong, my mother will not be angry, but will correct it patiently.
As for the content and meaning of the things he read, as his only teacher, his mother in this life, never explained it to him, but just asked him to read along. After breakfast at Chenshi, I used a brush to copy the article I read in the morning into large characters as my mother had written it first.
But it was different from reading. As long as he made a wrong stroke, his mother, who had been reading quietly beside him while he was practicing calligraphy, would be hit on the hand with a ruler. Although it's not very painful, it's at least very comfortable. Fortunately, when Huang Qiong was studying at university in her previous life, she knew a lot about traditional Chinese characters in ancient China.
He studied archeology in his previous life, and to determine the age of an ancient tomb, apart from funerary objects and murals, the most effective evidence is the epitaph. After all, when some ancient tombs were discovered, not only were they visited by one or several tomb robbers, but almost all the funerary objects and even coffins made of good wood were looted.
Except for the stone epitaph, which no one wants, there will be no grave goods left. Even if there are murals, they will be damaged due to the existence of rogue holes where air enters or groundwater seeps into them. Apart from the epitaphs, there is no other information that can identify the age of these tombs. Of course, the epitaph cannot be in simplified Chinese. Archaeologists don’t understand classical Chinese. What’s the point of not understanding traditional Chinese?
Therefore, Huang Qiong, who is no stranger to traditional Chinese characters and classical Chinese, does not care much about reading. After all, he also read these things when he was in college in his previous life. It's just that due to the changes of the times, the great scholars of the past dynasties either revised it, or because some of its contents were lost, the contents are slightly different.
On the contrary, it was calligraphy practice that he found very difficult. First of all, he is now a five-year-old child and his wrists are not that strong. When writing with a brush, you also need to pay attention to correctness. For a child who is no more than five years old, his wrists will become sore if he holds a pen for a long time. But his mother's ruler made him quite afraid, and he never dared to fool him.
Because the ruler is always placed in a very important position. That means it won't make you feel much pain, but it will make your wrist numb and sore. Out of fear of the ruler, Huang Qiong could only grit his teeth and persevere even though he felt it was difficult to hold on from time to time without the ability to resist. Of course, in his previous life, he had a tenacity that was difficult for ordinary people to surpass.
Compared with the difficult calligraphy class, Huang Qiong's after-school math class was actually very relaxing. Ming calculation is the mathematics of his previous life. He was quite good at mathematics in his previous life, but he was still not used to expressing an equation in ancient classical Chinese. When using calculations, it is even more difficult to break your fingers. But the basic principles of mathematics are generally universal.
Looking at this subject clearly, his progress is the fastest. In some aspects, I can even argue with my mother from time to time. Because ancient Chinese mathematics did not form an effective learning system like the liberal arts, its development was not very fast, and it even stalled for a long time.
Although the basic principles of mathematics have been formed, many aspects, such as the Pythagorean law and the calculation of pi, have surpassed that of the West at least now. But in terms of principles, many things are wrong. Huang Qiong had a lot of arguments with her mother on these aspects.
However, most of the so-called arguments were made while he was talking and showing his mother clumsy calculations. His mother and teacher, on the other hand, just listened quietly most of the time. Although he seems a little unconcerned, if he makes even the slightest mistake, he will immediately notice it.
After a month, although Huang Qiong did not agree with this kind of education method, which was almost like swallowing the jujube in a nutshell, she also felt that it was a bit unbearable. But he was shocked to find that his mother in this life was not only extremely intelligent, but also extremely thoughtful. He is even more versatile. He is proficient in almost all aspects of astronomy, geography, medicine, and music. He can even understand advanced stuff like the Book of Changes.
He still needed a pen, paper and calculation chips to calculate such a complicated ancient equation. His mother could calculate much faster than him using only mental arithmetic, and even her accuracy was no worse than his. After discovering this, and the fact that every time he played a little trick, he couldn't escape his mother's sharp gaze, his attitude towards learning suddenly became much more correct.
My mother was very talented, so naturally it was her son and only student who was unlucky. Reading, practicing calligraphy, and calculating are just the study courses in the morning. The afternoon class was more painful than the morning class, which he could still endure and was not unfamiliar.
What I learned in the afternoon was a miscellaneous subject that was looked down upon by many scholars in this era where everything is of inferior quality and only high-level education is required. After lunch, his first class was painting. After the one-hour painting class, there was another half-hour of memorizing chess scores, and then another hour of music lessons.
After studying for a period of time, Huang Qiong didn't know what else her mother couldn't do in this era. For him, the daily homework is nothing more than the morning classes. After all, they were taught through cramming in their previous lives, and Chinese students are the best in the world at rote memorization.
Huang Qiong, who was once a top student in his previous life, is naturally not bad at this. But the problem was that the afternoon class gave him a headache. Memorizing chess records doesn't matter to him. Although he didn't do any in-depth research in his previous life, he still knew something about it.
But the music lessons like Gong Shang Jiao Yuzhou and the lack of basic lessons, just blindly copying painting lessons, made him feel extremely painful. At the end of the day, I was almost exhausted. You know, what he hated most in his previous life was taking music lessons. I am often confused by those staffs that look like bean sprouts.
But he didn't expect that in this era, he would have to relive the nightmare of childhood in his previous life. God knows, when he sang in his previous life, he never knew when he would be in tune. The most important thing is that so many lessons are placed on a five-year-old child.
Moreover, apart from breakfast and lunch, there is almost no break for the whole day. It can be said that it is almost twelve hours of study. It would be strange if I didn't lose strength and fall into a coma. You know, before taking the college entrance examination in my previous life, the most nervous senior year of high school was nothing more than this.
It's just that it was only a year at that time, and you could get through it just by gritting your teeth and persevering. But judging from the current situation, this period of intensive learning is far away. It is even possible that as age increases, new courses will continue to be added.
Thinking of this, Huang Qiong felt helpless and had a headache. But every time I wanted to open my mouth and explain to my mother that haste makes waste, my mother's seemingly cold, but actually see-through eyes swept over me. Often the courage that Huang Qiong had spent a long time building up would evaporate in the blink of an eye.
What Huang Qiong didn't expect was that these lessons, which he considered to be too much for a five-year-old child, were not all the lessons he wanted to learn. Just two months after he came here, one day before dinner, after his mother took his pulse, she said to the palace maid who had been taking care of him: "His studies can be resumed."
After hearing her mother's words, Huang Qiong, who didn't know what classes she still needed to resume, was not only a little confused, but even trembled all over. He didn't know that his mother didn't understand that education needed to be gradual. Blindly cramming education can only be counterproductive.
Also, these current courses are already too much for a five-year-old child. If new courses are added, is this mother so confident that her body can bear such a heavy learning effort? Although Huang Qiong was curious about what her mother in this life, who was as cold as ice, could not feel.
