The next day.
When Xie Lige saw the Little Emperor and Gu Xichao again,
He found that the attitude of the two people was completely different from before,
They were very close,
The system looked at the two of them who were whispering to each other in disbelief.
He strongly suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes.
"666666, host,
Is there something wrong with my eyes,
Why do I see the Little Emperor and that child getting along peacefully. "
Not only were they getting along peacefully, but they also seemed to be very happy.
Xie Lige did not say anything.
His gaze fell on the inside of the hall. The two children were getting along quite well,
The imperial study was exquisitely decorated. The two of them were whispering together,
The Little Emperor leaned on Gu Xichao's shoulder and giggled. From time to time, he would shake a book,
He was extremely smug.
Gu Xichao was a little silent. He listened carefully to the Little Emperor's words and said something from time to time.
At this time, the Little Emperor saw Xie Lige's figure coming over,
He said in surprise, "Imperial Preceptor."
He reflexively stood up straight,
And pulled Gu Xichao up. The two of them stood there straight like two silly pillars.
Xie Lige saw the actions of the two children,
He raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you guys reconciled?"
The Little Emperor patted Gu Xichao's shoulder proudly. His phoenix-like eyes were filled with joy. He said proudly, "A Dynasty is now my younger brother. I will protect him in the future!"
The Little Emperor was very happy in his heart,
This was his younger brother!
Younger Brother!
Younger Brother!
Sigh!
The Little Emperor, who had never had a similar experience, was as happy as a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.
Xie Lige saw that the smile on the Little Emperor's face was inexplicably familiar,
His mind turned,
He thought it through. When that old bastard, the previous Emperor, brought him into the palace, the smile on his face was exactly the same as this little bastard's.
"Shua!"
Xie Lige's face darkened.
Even Gu Xichao, who had been silent all this time, was a little annoyed. However, he still considered that the two children were injured, and his heartache suppressed his anger.
Xie Lige stiffly said, "Second Father should have told you about the Imperial College. Because the ministers are busy with court affairs, they only need to study for ten days. His Majesty is the same. However, progress cannot be neglected. A Dynasty is still young and must study carefully.
After three days, report to the Imperial College. "
Hearing this, the little Emperor said happily, "I don't have to go to school anymore?"
Only the heavens knew the fear in his heart when he heard that the royal preceptor was going to the Imperial College. If he knew that he could escape this disaster, who would think about how to give the students a holiday?
At this moment, the little Emperor felt that he could go to heaven.
I'm happy.
Xie Lige saw through her and sneered, "I'm talking about those who haven't lagged behind in their studies."
The threat was revealed from his words, scaring the little Emperor who was still in a happy mood. He directly handed over a basin of cold water. The scorching sun was like fire, and in the blink of an eye, it was dim.
He knew that the royal preceptor wouldn't let him go so easily.
Thinking about how his royal preceptor might have countless tricks to torment people, he not only had to pay attention to the court affairs, but he also couldn't let go of the actions of the foreign tribes in the frontier fortress. In addition, he was busy studying.
…
The little Emperor immediately hung his head dejectedly and said, "I understand."
Gu Xichao glanced at him and then calmly retracted his gaze. He lowered his head and said to Xie Lige, "Yes."
At this time, the doors of the ministers' manors had been knocked by various secret guards. When the servants saw the secret guards, they were very used to it and calmly led them to see their masters. It could be seen that the little Emperor had used the secret guards as messengers many times.
"The royal preceptor is going to enter the Imperial College?"
"We also have to go??"
"This year is different from the previous years!!"
One voice after another sounded from the manor. Many people heard the secret guard's words and all widened their eyes. Their hearts were filled with despair.
However, when they heard this sentence, they let out a sigh of relief, "I see. We don't have to go to class every day."
"No, do you still have something to say?"
"The royal preceptor said that the ministers of the court can only go to class for a full ten days. They just have to keep up with the learning progress. The most important thing is that the children of the third rank officials must enter the Imperial College."
"Everyone?"
"Everyone."
"What if they don't keep up with the learning progress?"
"… (● — ●)"
The secret guard couldn't answer and silently looked back at the minister who accidentally asked the question.
The minister's expression changed again and again. From the initial fluke mentality, it slowly turned white and then collapsed.
"Okay, you don't have to look at me. I will do my best." The minister had a painful expression. He was mourning the loss of his happy life.
The secret guard, "…" F * ck this idiot!
The mourning of some of the third rank officials in their manors became a double symphony. The father was better and could still maintain his composure. However, the son who had always been a prodigal was wailing as if his father had died.
"I won't go, I won't go even if you beat me to death." He waved his hands and refused.
His father was angry and said, "Is it up to you to go or not?"
"I will go and find grandmother!"
"You unfilial son, I will use the family law today!" The father was so angry that he was ready to beat his son up.
When the prodigal son saw his father's action, he knew that he was going to beat someone up. He immediately turned and ran. When he reached the courtyard, he jumped up to the top of the tree like a monkey. He hugged his arms and sat on the tree branch, looking down at his father who was chasing after him in a fluster.
"Come down!"
"I won't!"
"Are you coming down or not!!"
When the official was young, he was also a tiger. When he saw that the little bastard was going to stay on the tree, he removed the burden on his body and prepared to climb up the tree.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah, help!!!!!"
"Come down!"
The official directly lifted his stupid son down from the tree and shook him in disdain. Only when the child in his hand was dizzy and dizzy did he put him down on the ground.
He remembered that his old rival next door was also going to the imperial college. He changed his mind and said hatefully, "You can't disobey the words of the emperor's preceptor. You better be obedient in the imperial college. As for your grades …"
Anyway, his grades were not good, so the official was not prepared to make things difficult for his stupid son.
He very straightforwardly stated his request. "It's fine as long as it's higher than that Wang guy."
What first place? What ranking? Sorry, they were all useless to him.
"Old man, you drank too much bamboo wine. That Wang guy's family was born to teach this. Even a prodigal like me has heard of that Young Master Wang's name."
The prodigal son was not stupid. He unreservedly ridiculed his father. He was a standard profligate son. There was nothing outstanding about him in his life. The only thing he was proud of was his reincarnation skills. He was born into the family of a minister.
The Wang guy next door was an official in the Privy Council. He was born as the top scholar. He had a son who was born smart and had a photographic memory. He was good at studying.
His family was in the military, and the opposite family was studying.
Comparing the two of them, the prodigal son felt that his father drank too much.
The official was tall and strong. He waved the thick wooden stick in his hand and said unreasonably, "I don't care. If you come back weaker than that kid, humph!"
He directly used his strength and smashed the wooden stick in his hand on the ground, creating a hole about the size of a fist.
He was not as good at studying as the Wang guy next door. His youngest son was born smart. He coaxed his mother to be happy every day. If he showed some ability, compared to the kid next door, it was hard to say who was better. He would be spoiled!
Once that official had made up his mind, no one could persuade him otherwise. Under the gaze of his mother and daughter-in-law, he unyieldingly sent his son to the Imperial College. He especially carried the gifts and ran to the teacher's manor to have his son sit together with his sworn enemy's son.
After three rounds of drinking, his wish was fulfilled.
He went back to the residence without stopping. There were still two irritable women waiting for him to coax.
When Xie Lige went to class, he saw that half of the class were profligates and the other half were students. The two types of people were clearly separated. The contrast was so clear that it made people cry.
What made him unhappy was that he knew half of the profligates.
Xie Lige walked to the front with a sullen face. He took out the materials he had prepared and said, "Let's start the lesson."
He placed the books on the table in front of him. He sat cross-legged and started the lesson.
The content was mostly miscellaneous. Xie Lige knew what he was good at. He could teach other things, but he didn't want to mislead the students. After all, there were specializations in each field, so he didn't force the students to learn.
Xie Lige's materials were generally about a series of things related to trade, agriculture, and industry that he had summarized in his previous life. He spoke slowly and tirelessly. The students' reactions were different.
"What's going on?
Why is it about merchants? "
"There's also about craftsmen!"
"Why do I need to know how to farm!!"
Many people began to whisper. Probably because Xie Lige had left too many traumas, they did not dare to directly oppose him. They only whispered to their companions and had a look of disapproval.
On the contrary, the prodigal at the beginning listened with great interest. He liked to make money, especially when the imperial tutor was talking about things that were much more useful than what he had read in books.
The prodigal felt as if he had opened the door to a new world. The questions in his mind that had been puzzling him for a long time were directly kicked open, and he was suddenly enlightened.
"Oh, oh, so that's how it is, so that's how it is!" When he heard about merchants, he frowned for a moment. After thinking it through, he smiled happily.
As for the Wang family's disciples beside him, they also listened seriously.
Xie Lige, who was sitting at the head of the table, completely ignored the surprised attitude of the students below him. He minded his own business and began to talk. In any case, he was not worried that this group of brats would dare to skip class. On the contrary, he had already warned them in advance that there would be examinations at the end of every month.
There were high and low rankings in learning. Those with high rankings would have rewards, while those with low rankings would also have punishments.
The lesson was to slowly expand the scope of the lesson from the beginning and slowly comprehend by analogy. Xie Lige's lesson was simple and clear. He directly and crudely told you that you had to use the simplest method to do this matter well.
Time slowly passed. Xie Lige had already talked about half of the business lesson.