"I remember, there is such a thing." Lao Zhu pursed his lips.
"We have approved this...that old man, what do you mean by 'setting an example to the kings'?"
"Is our son bad? Do we want his disciples to set an example?"
Prince Zhu Biao wisely chose not to talk.
Since he, a good student, "graduated" from Dabentang, among the remaining kings, only the King of Jin, Zhu Fan, could barely read...
The others are really hard to describe...
"Hmm." Lao Zhu thought for a moment and stopped going to the Jinshen Palace.
"Let's go over and have a look."
"Boss, come with us!"
He suddenly became interested in taking a look at this month's midterm exam. The people around him also wanted to ask Lao Wu something, so he just went there in person to relax.
"Uh!" Zhu Biao was stunned. Seeing that his father had already taken steps, he had no choice but to follow him.
Brothers, it’s not that the elder brother is unloyal, it’s just that the incident happened suddenly and it was too late to inform the public...
Wish yourself luck...
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The mid-month exam is similar to the monthly exam for high school students in later generations. The exams were usually held on the first day of each month, which happened to be the same day as the imperial court.
Since the kings are of different ages and have different levels of skills, the mid-month exam adopts the method of asking questions on the spot: the teacher will ask the questions on the spot based on the academic progress of the students, and the students will answer the questions on the spot.
If you get the answer right, there will be no prize. If you get it wrong, you will be rewarded with a ring ruler.
Usually on this day, except for the Crown Prince and Prince Jin, all the other princes' palms will be swollen.
When Lao Zhu and Zhu Biao arrived at the main hall, the waiter at the door was about to kneel down, but Lao Zhu quickly waved his hand to signal him not to make any noise.
Then he bent slightly and walked towards the study softly.
Seeing that his father, who was usually mighty and domineering, now looked like a thief, Zhu Biao only felt funny for a while. But in this case, he couldn't deliberately make noise to remind his brothers. When he saw his father waving at him, he had no choice but to imitate his father and sneak over.
The father and son were hunched over and peering through the study window.
It was the King of Qin, Zhu Xiang, who was endorsing it. I just heard him stuttering and reciting: "The Master said, there are three hundred poems, and they can be summed up in one sentence..."
"Sixiewu!"
"Si Wuxie! Wuxie!" Jin Wang Zhu Fan reminded quietly from the side.
"Ah, Si Wuxie!" Zhu Xi quickly changed his words, and then sat down happily as if he had passed the test.
"...Your Highness, please don't remind me." Song Lian said solemnly on the podium. Then he nodded to Zhu Xi: "Your Highness, please explain the meaning."
"Ah? Do you still need to explain?" Zhu Xi stood up reluctantly. "Well, that, Confucius said..."
"This old guy is really good at talking. What are you talking about this time?"
It's already costing his life to memorize it. How can he understand the meaning?
"Alas." Song Lian shook his head in disappointment. "Xizhi, come here."
"Yes." Behind Song Lian, a young man in Confucian robes who was standing there took a step forward when he heard the voice. He first bowed to the kings and then said: "The Master said that there are three hundred poems, which can be summed up in one sentence, saying, Think innocently."
"The meaning is that the sage Confucius believed that the three hundred chapters of the Book of Songs can be summarized in one sentence, which is 'no evil thoughts'."
"Yeah." Song Lian stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction. The young man saluted Song Lian and then took a step back. His face remained humble and showed no trace of complacency.
"Your Highness." Song Lian walked up to Zhu Xi. "Your question is already very simple. In the future, you should review the Analects more."
"Right hand."
Old Master Song's status was respected, and Zhu Ping did not dare to disobey him. When he heard this, he stretched out his right hand in fear.
"Pah! Pah!" The sound of two rulers slapping against flesh was extremely crisp.
"Hey! This old man!" Lao Zhu, who was peeping outside, was unhappy. I wanted to roll up my sleeves right then and there. "Why did he hit my son again!"
"Dad, dad." Zhu Biao quickly grabbed Lao Zhu. "There's no way you can't teach without fighting."
"This old man." Lao Zhu also knew that this was true, but he still felt distressed after all, so he could only curse him bitterly.
"Your Highness." Song Lian nodded at Zhu Fan. "What does it mean to 'investigate things to gain knowledge, live in respect and preserve them'?"
Zhu Fan's question is a little more difficult than Zhu Ping's. After Zhu Fan stood up and finished his answer, Song Lian said: "What Your Highness said is correct. However, there are some flaws. Xi Zhi."
"Yes." The young man in Confucian robes who was standing in attendance took a step forward again, saluted and said: "What His Highness the King of Jin said is deeply passed down by Zhu Xi."
"However, Zhu Zi also once said, 'Everything in the human heart is without knowledge, and everything in the world is without reason. Only reason is not exhausted, so its knowledge is endless.' It shows that people can only understand the principle of exhausting things. Only in this way can one achieve knowledge and consciously strengthen one's own moral cultivation."
"A little knowledge, nothing but a smile." After saying that, he stepped back.
Song Lian nodded and smiled. Zhu Fan's face looked a little ugly, but he still said "I have been taught" and sat down.
Not even a ruler.
But Zhu Di couldn't escape from behind. Song Lian also asked a question on the Analects of Confucius. Zhu Di stood up and stumbled, but he used Zhu Su's "whispering language" to explain.
This made Old Man Song furious, and he slapped Mr. Zhu four times, and then the young Confucian scholar named Xizhi came out.
Zhu Yuanzhang's face turned dark outside. He turned to Zhu Biao and said, "What's going on with your brothers? The limelight has been stolen by that little sour boy."
"We are almost embarrassed!"
"Uh." Zhu Biao could only smile awkwardly but politely.
Next it was Zhu Wu's turn. Song Lian sat on the chair and took a breath for a while, feeling relieved, and then said: "Your Highness, Fifth Prince."
The air in the study fell silent. No one answered. Books were piled high on Zhu Laowu's desk, and only the bun of his hair could be seen, not his face.
Song Lian was a little strange, so he raised his voice and spoke again: "Your Highness, Fifth?"
"Lao Wu, Lao Wu!" Zhu Ping whispered.
"Stop sleeping! I'm calling you!"
He thought he was "quietly", but with his loud voice, even Lao Zhu at the door could hear clearly.
Everyone snickered in the study.
"Fifth Highness!" Song Lian knocked on the ruler angrily, and immediately regarded the ruler as a surprise.
"Ah!" Zhu Su suddenly woke up. Wipe the saliva from your cheek. "What's wrong? Are you collecting clothes because it's raining?"
"Hahahahaha." The snickering turned into laughter.
Song Lian's old face darkened and he was about to have a seizure. The door was pushed open suddenly. Lao Zhu's face was darker than his, and he walked into the study with great momentum, his hands behind his back. Zhu Biao followed him and gave his brothers a cautious look.
"Your Majesty!" Song Lian was startled. He quickly stood up from his chair and bowed with the students and princes: "Your Majesty (Father), may you be blessed!"
"Get up!" Lao Zhu had a fierce attitude. "Lao Wu, come with us!"
"Ah? Okay!" Zhu Su was delighted. Did cheap daddy have something to ask me again?
Very good! Being able to skip school happily again...ah! Happy to make suggestions for the future of the Ming Dynasty.
No matter what happens today, I have to decide not to go to the main hall again!
Why do we, a time-traveler, waste time every day doing such nonsense?
We want to be the guiding light for the Ming Dynasty!
Lao Zhu walked out angrily. Zhu Su, who had just woken up, was still blinded and didn't notice at all, and he followed happily.
Zhu Biao, on the other hand, looked confused. He wanted to remind him a few words, but he couldn't say it directly.
He had no choice but to follow him with a constipated expression on his face.
