The Little Emperor looked at the frightened expressions of the ministers,
His gaze turned to the youthful appearance of his esteemed teacher,
He had already passed the age of thirty,
But time did not seem to have left any traces on his body,
He slowly walked through the accumulation of time, with the halo and elegance of the old times, and his every move was filled with the elegance and indifference of an aristocratic family.
He remembered that his esteemed teacher seemed to have stood at the top of his life.
He became famous at a young age,
His family background was noble,
He worshipped the prime minister at the age of ten and experienced three dynasties,
The late emperor entrusted him to be an orphan. This person's life was originally a poem with ups and downs.
"Why is Your Majesty looking at me?" Suddenly,
Xie Lige suddenly said something.
The Little Emperor replied reflexively, "Why is teacher not old yet?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was silence.
Only then did the Little Emperor realize who had just asked him.
He froze and widened his eyes in horror. What, what, what did he just say..
When he looked up, he saw Xie Lige smiling gently at him. "You won't get old.
"I am also very sad."
The Little Emperor: QAQ,
I, I, I am even sadder!
After a harmonious and friendly meeting, the monarch and minister were suitable,
The premise was to ignore the cold expression on Xie Lige's face and the aggrieved Little Emperor beside him. Everything looked very beautiful, and the ministers nodded repeatedly. Very beautiful,
Very beautiful.
The few who used to stand in the Imperial Court were much quieter,
Fu Zongshu was needless to say for the time being,
This person was still thinking about the fear of his disciple's back being whipped next because he did not follow the rules. Zhuge Shenhou also silently used his internal strength and tried to hide his identity. The other people who fought with words were more desperate.
There was no other reason. The few important ministers who were called over had more or less been under this Imperial Preceptor before. This was also the reason why whenever someone mentioned their school experience in front of them, they would be laughed to death by them.
Who asked you to mention my sad things.
Fortunately, when the little Emperor successfully came to power, this famous Emperor's Preceptor left everything behind to travel. Fame, fortune, and social contacts were useless.
On the day of their departure, several ministers in the imperial capital were overjoyed. They had finally sent away the nightmare, and they could once again live a stable life. Some were treacherous ministers, and some were loyal ministers. They continued the guidelines left by the Emperor's Preceptor, encouraging the country to become stronger and richer, and at the same time, disgusting those ministers who were hostile to them.
For this reason, countless wars broke out, including but not limited to pulling clothes, hair, and so on. Every day, they lived in chaos, enriching the leisure lives of the people in the Imperial Capital.
Until the royal preceptor came back.
At this moment, the officials recovered their original attitude of obedient children. Sitting at the banquet, their expressions were very sincere. They no longer secretly threw daggers at their sworn enemy, and no longer silently cursed the Emperor for being black-hearted. In a flash, they became the most upright and obedient children in the world.
After the banquet ended, Xie Lige, who was sitting at the head of the table, smiled and untied the zither on his back. He placed it in front of him, looked at the ministers who were sitting in rows like primary school students, and said, "You and I haven't seen each other for many years. I wonder if your homework has improved."
Ever since he became a member of the Longsong Clan, he felt that he could ask the other party to write a three-year mock exam and a five-year college entrance exam anytime and anywhere.
Upon hearing this, the ministers realized that the main event had finally arrived.
Everyone's face had a generous expression, especially Fu Zongshu. He couldn't help but pinch the disciple rules in his sleeve. He considered whether he could escape this disaster if he handed in his homework now.
The system looked around. It couldn't bear to say that those people who looked like they were afraid of being beaten to memorize literature were the big boss in its plot.
Finally, Fu Zongshu stepped forward and seemed to have made up his mind. He handed the things in his arms to Xie Lige, who was touching the zither, and said, "Emperor's Preceptor, this is my homework."
Xie Lige touched it, looked up at Fu Zongshu, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Disciple rules?"
"It's rare that you still remember."
"Disciple doesn't dare to forget."
Xie Lige flipped through it a few times and found that Fu Zongshu's handwriting was new. There were still water marks on the pages, but considering that he was the only one in the class who had handed in his homework, he decided to close one eye.
"Not bad, you can avoid being beaten to the back this time."
Fu Zongshu was overjoyed. His fair face was filled with joy, but it was forcefully suppressed. He rubbed his fist and said, "Disciple will remember."
Seeing this series of developments, all the ministers expressed their own views. They did not dare to say anything, but they used their eyes to express their disdain for the lackey Fu Zongshu. This was especially true for the little Emperor, who had a shocked expression. He felt like he had been betrayed.
They had clearly said that they wouldn't do homework together, but this person had secretly done it.
"Pei, treacherous minister!"
"Yes!
Shameless! "
"We clearly said that we wouldn't do homework together, but he secretly did it and even dared to take it out and give it to the Emperor's Preceptor!" The little emperor was furious.
Zhuge Shenhou took the opportunity to say, "Your Majesty, this humble subject's words are from the bottom of my heart. Fu Zongshu's intentions are terrible. Back then, this humble subject and the three of you were clearly on the same side, but now, he actually took the initiative to betray you."
"But he doesn't need to be beaten to the back."
"The one surnamed Fu relied on betrayal to survive. We are ashamed to be on the same side as him!"
"Speaking of which, how much does everyone remember from the Emperor's Preceptor's exam? I remember that the passing score is about 90 …"
All the ministers painfully closed their eyes and tried to recall. They sadly found that they didn't have any memories of the exam, and their mentality collapsed.
This was because they found that although they completely forgot the answers on the exam, they clearly remembered the punishment for failing the exam.
After thinking about it, they asked the people around them.
"Which book did you copy?"
According to the rules of Xie Lige's Imperial Training Course, if you failed the exam, you had to copy a book. From the Four Books and Five Classics to astronomy and geography, to children's education, and even to the Book of Changes, everything was available. Fu Zongshu and the others were unlucky last time and almost passed by one mark.
It just happened to be the time to copy the rules.
Ying!
The ministers were even more furious. This Fu Zongshu's intentions were terrible. He specifically picked the rules to copy in such a short space, but he missed the more terrifying Book of Changes at the back.
Fu Zongshu didn't even look at the people below and directly moved to his seat. Anyway, he didn't need to be beaten to the back today. It wasn't bad to be able to watch his sworn enemy make a fool of himself.
Fu Xiangguo happily leaned on the chair and thought.
The feeling of being a treacherous minister was great.
After that, the ministers all sat on their own chairs and then went up one by one to die, no, to be beaten to the back. Those who were beaten secretly heaved a sigh of relief and returned to their seats, silently thanking their ancestors for their blessings. Those who weren't beaten received a book that they wanted to copy with a dumbfounded expression. At the same time, they received the Emperor's Preceptor's gentle and cold voice.
"Copy it ten times!"
"Ying!"
In a short period of time, Fu Zongshu found it very interesting. Everyone who went up received a book in their hands. Cough, the book that they wanted to copy. The little Emperor was the same. He held the Book of Changes that was almost half a palm long with a dejected expression. It was said that he had to copy it twenty times.
The reason was that as the ruler of a country, he had to set an example for the people of the world. Also, the status of the Emperor was different from the ministers. In order to show respect, the punishment was specially doubled.
The little Emperor: This is the first time I know that the nobility of the Emperor can be reflected in this.
However, among these people, only Zhuge Shenhou could be spared. It was said that because he was a military official, the difficulty could be specially lowered. As long as he answered the question that he was beating to the back and explained the meaning, he would pass.
At present, Zhuge Shenhou had never been punished to copy books.
The ministers all expressed their envy and jealousy. They also wanted to be military officials. They also didn't want to copy ten books overnight and feel pain all over their bodies. Unfortunately, they had no choice and could only watch this group of simple-minded people flaunt their power.
There was also no way to say anything offensive and say that military officials could not be trusted. They were afraid that once they said it, the Imperial Preceptor would say that he felt sorry for the previous Emperor and double their punishment. In the past, the Imperial Preceptor had used such an excuse.
They had gone from copying books five times to ten times now.
All the ministers remembered it in their hearts. From then on, they would not casually mention it in any political matters.
It wasn't that no one wanted to escape. Unfortunately, when they saw Xie Lige untie the guqin from his back, they gave up on this idea. Because they were familiar with the process, they knew that the Imperial Preceptor must have set a circle around them.
Once they entered that circle, their actions would not be under their own control. They would become incomparably slow, as if everything had been paused.
After everyone finished copying the books, they took their books out of the palace and returned to their own manors. They began to stay up late to study like they did when they were young. Only Xie Lige and the little Emperor were left in the huge imperial study.
The little Emperor held the Book of Changes and followed behind Xie Lige. He quietly said, "Teacher."
Xie Lige ignored him.
The little Emperor's expression became even more depressed.
"I was wrong."
The person in front still did not reply. He just sat to the side, minding his own business. Just when the little Emperor thought that he would not reply, he opened his mouth.
"What were you wrong about?"
The little Emperor struggled for a moment. "I shouldn't have been soft-hearted towards those grassland barbarians. I shouldn't have been too obsessed with things like calligraphy and painting, causing me to neglect political matters and making the ministers in the court worry endlessly."
As he spoke, the little Emperor felt even more uncomfortable. He was indeed not a good Emperor.
Xie Lige glanced at him and found that this stupid child was truly feeling guilty. Thinking of the old fox's words before he died, he sighed. His heart couldn't help but soften.
"Calligraphy and painting can be a hobby, but it definitely cannot be your entire life. You are an Emperor, not a scholar. This is something you must remember. As for the grassland barbarians, I think you are too obsessed with calligraphy and painting and neglected political matters."
"Fu Zongshu has already helped you solve it."
Hearing this, the little Emperor was stunned. This was the first time he had seen such an operation. "Isn't Fu Qing a treacherous minister?"
Did a treacherous minister also have a part-time job to protect the country?
Xie Lige raised his eyebrows and said, "You think I would teach someone who would betray the country?"
The little Emperor quickly shook his head. He had always believed in his benevolent teacher. Before his father died, he had taken his hand and quietly told him that in the entire world, even his mother could not be trusted. The only person he could trust was his benevolent teacher.
Because his father had said that his benevolent teacher did not care for this country and was a soft-hearted person.
The little Emperor felt that everything his father had said was right. From his memory, his benevolent teacher had never made a mistake. Fu Qing was someone who came from under his benevolent teacher. Naturally, he could trust him.
Xie Lige sighed and said, "Remember, the only difference between a treacherous minister and a loyal minister is that their ideals are different. One is peaceful, the other is extreme. You cannot completely reject the ideals of either side. As the Emperor, what you need to do is to use your own hands to slowly blend the ideals of both sides into this country."
That night, the teacher and disciple talked a lot.