The students realized the importance of what the royal preceptor said.
Advanced!
This phrase perfectly described their mentality.
The ancients could not say this word, but they understood the general meaning.
The royal preceptor's content was countless times more advanced than what they had read in books.
The students who had been ignoring it slowly began to take it seriously.
Their sitting posture slowly straightened.
The words on the table continued to reach their ears, and their minds were attracted.
The words seemed to be able to be transmitted to their minds.
"… We can change the perspective of this matter …" The noble and handsome man sat at the head of the table.
His bony hand was holding a green leather book, and his deep and elegant voice slowly filled the room.
It was transmitted unhurriedly, and the people who heard it could not help but calm down.
The students were completely immersed in their studies, and like a sponge lacking water, they tirelessly absorbed the knowledge that they had never come into contact with before.
It was said that when this person became famous,
The Xie family won five points of the world's talents.
The eldest son of the Xie family was known as the most talented scholar in this dynasty. His essay on world governance suppressed all the geniuses of the aristocratic families for ten years.
Those ten years were the most exciting years of the Xie family.
In those ten years,
The world only heard of the Xie family and not the other aristocratic families.
Many of the students present had heard of this lord's talent when they were young.
They admired him, and at the same time, they were curious about this person.
What kind of person could make their father and uncle, who they were proud of all their lives, bow their heads to him?
They were willing to be driven by him. The influence of the eldest son of the Xie family in the imperial court did not decrease even after he left. When others mentioned this person, they still admired him.
The grassland royal court had always avoided this person.
The Wang family looked up at the figure at the head of the table, and his eyebrows drooped.
His handsome and sharp facial features were hidden under the shadow.
His movements were elegant and restrained.
His well-defined fingers gently twisted the pages of the book, and his long, moon-green sleeves meandered to the ground like a pool of moonlight. The halo of the old times filled the surroundings.
This person was like a painting, and those who looked at him seemed to be able to see the prosperous dynasty with flowers and fragrant carriages.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed his arm. "Hey, don't look anymore."
Only then did Mrs. Wang wake up from her dream. She blushed and didn't dare to look at the indifferent man at the head of the table. She turned her head to look at the person who pulled her. Her eyes met a face with a sly smile. She couldn't help but be stunned. "Mrs. Zhao's son."
That wastrel, Abu- Zhao Shi's son did not let go of his sleeves. Seeing that his deskmate had come back to his senses, he let out a sigh of relief and whispered, "Imperial Preceptor doesn't like others to stare at his face when he's teaching."
As long as one had some status in the family, they all knew one thing. Back then, the Eldest Young Master of the Xie Clan was well-known throughout the world. Other than his talent as a Wang Zuo, what was even more admirable was his peerless face.
Who knew how many unmarried girls in the capital had lost their minds for him, swearing that they would marry no one but him. They were so worried that the entire court was about to lose their hair. The censor even wrote a report because of this matter.
More than ten years had passed, and the young ladies from back then had long since married, but this talented and good-looking lord was still the topic of conversation between them. The son of the Zhao family had been close to his mother since he was young, so naturally, he was very familiar with the topics between them.
Madam Wang's face turned red. She said, "It's my fault."
A gentleman should not look at indecent things. Obviously, he had committed a crime.
The son of the Zhao family looked around and did not find anything strange. Then he whispered, "Hey, you just need to be careful. If you just take a look, that lord won't care. It's said that when my mother was young, many people crowded to the city gate just to take a look at this lord."
He complained, "The point is that they were sitting in a sedan chair, and so were they. Separated by two layers of cloth and countless people, they could still look with interest."
Madam Wang glanced at him helplessly.
The son of the Zhao family had no intention of restraining himself. He kept talking about the great achievements of the Head of the House of Lords. Anyway, he had finished talking about business, and the lord began to talk about agriculture. He was not interested in this, so he just wanted to talk to his nemesis.
Madam Wang could not break free, so she could only listen.
The two of them were talking very enthusiastically, especially about the Head of the House of Lords' reputation as a young genius.
"It's said that this person became the prime minister at the age of ten. He proposed a plan to the former emperor and forced the group of barbarians on the grassland to fight among themselves for ten years. Their vitality was greatly damaged, and the grassland palace still has lingering fears when they hear this person's name."
Madam Wang's eyes were full of excitement as she listened.
He learned both civil and martial arts and enrolled in the royal family.
Anyone who cared about the world knew that the grassland barbarians were a big threat to the imperial court. Although he had heard some things about this lord, he was not as clear as the future Marquis.
Behind them, Gu Xichao, who had been silent the entire time, listened to the conversation between the two people in front of him. He fell into deep thought. This was the first time he had heard about his nominal father from someone else, and it was also the first time he understood why the people around him always looked at him with such admiration. It was as if he was born to be the center of attention.
Gu Xichao naturally understood the two people's discussion about the relationship between the Emperor's Preceptor and the Emperor's Preceptor. He heard them talking about how many women in the boudoir would do just to catch a glimpse of the Emperor's Preceptor. He could not help but fall silent. Although he had long known that his father had almost no feelings for his mother and adopted him out of a moment of tenderness, he had never been prepared for it.
It was not until now that he directly faced this nominal father, who was very different from himself. He also knew why his mother longed for and was grateful before she died. Perhaps she knew his identity.
Time passed.
Xie Lige naturally noticed the curious eyes of the students below. Since he came to this world, he was used to it. As long as it was not excessive, he was not interested in pursuing it. It would not hurt him to take a look, so he continued to explain the topic.
Then, he felt Gu Xichao's gaze on him.
He glanced at the child and found that he was thinking about life. He frowned. Why didn't he listen to me? Why didn't he study? He secretly made up his mind to increase the amount of homework after class.
He closed the book and put it on the table in front of him. He looked up at the students and said, "Okay, this is the end of the lecture."
The students came back to their senses, still wanting to continue.
Only when one listened carefully would they know how powerful the content of this lord's lecture was, and they would also know how insignificant they were.
Xie Lige whispered, "Everyone, go back and write an article for me. It can be about craftsmen, agriculture, or business. My requirement is that you have to talk about it with substance. If you are given a county, you will work on your subordinates from that aspect."
The students raised their heads one by one, looking excited.
"Did you hear that? Lord Imperial Preceptor asked us to choose a topic to write about."
"What are you going to write?"
"Agriculture!
The foundation of a country. "
"What about you?"
"Nonsense, of course it's business."
Xie Lige heard a series of words and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. The enthusiasm of the students seemed to have affected him. He coughed and said, "This assignment will be the assessment at the end of the year. Tomorrow, I will personally grade it. The first place will be rewarded. You can look forward to what the reward is. As for the bottom ten …"
He paused for a moment and smiled at the students.
"You can also look forward to it."
All the students shuddered at the same time.
At this time, all of them had heard clearly that this lord's grading method was completely different from the Imperial College. He would not look for the second or third place, only the first place. Even the punishment was frightening.
The smart students had already understood that this lord's method would make everyone nervous.
If everyone had similar scores and arranged the list, the last ten would be the unlucky ones. It was so simple and crude that it was clear at a glance.
A difference of one point would make a world of difference.
After Zhao's son understood the meaning, he took a deep breath. He seemed to see his dark future. If he was in the bottom ten, he would probably stay there for the rest of his life.
Not to mention the punishment that the Imperial Preceptor would give him, his father would probably beat him when he went back.
Thinking of the stick that his father often held in his hand, Zhao's son could not help but frown and think hard about how to improve his score.
Wang's son looked dignified and his mentality was not very good. Even if he had a photographic memory, the content that the Imperial Preceptor talked about was completely different from what he usually came in contact with. Moreover, the Imperial Preceptor did not set the most specific standards. He could only try his luck with all his strength. After a while, he sighed.
Then he found that the lord in the hall had left.
He slowly began to pack his things.
Zhao's son came to his side and shouted, "What should I do? What should I do? If I am in the bottom ten, my father will definitely kill me. Grandmother probably can't stop him!"
Wang's son let him lean on his shoulder and shout blindly.
It was already evening.
Wang's son sighed, "If you have the strength to shout, you might as well go back and write articles."
Zhao's son also sighed, "The key is that I don't know how to."
Who told his family not to have the ability to study since his ancestors.
The students soon left the Imperial College.
In the evening, Xie Lige took Gu Xichao back to the Imperial Preceptor's residence. The little emperor had been waiting there early. He also heard from the words of the people next to him that the Imperial Preceptor's amazing performance at the Imperial College. He could not help but be full of pride. This was his teacher.
He could even brag about Gu Xichao's attentive attitude in listening to the class.
His brother was also very good.
Very good!
Very arrogant.
The little emperor glanced at the door and saw two figures, one big and one small, and greeted them, "Imperial Preceptor, A Dynasty."
Xie Lige nodded at him and looked at the little emperor smiling smugly as he pulled Gu Xichao's shoulder. The two brothers were close together.
"How was the Imperial College today? Were you bullied?"
Gu Xichao shook his head. The atmosphere at the Imperial College was still very good. Everyone was very serious when they were listening to the class.
The little emperor said in boredom, "Those ministers were also absent-minded when they went to court today."
As for why they were absent-minded, everyone knew in their hearts.
Xie Lige glanced at the two of them. Considering that he had been teaching for the whole day and was a little tired, he took the lead to leave and rest, leaving the two children to talk.
The little emperor watched Xie Lige's back disappear into the woods. Then he went to Gu Xichao's side like a big wolf dog and said, "How was it? How was it? What did the Imperial Preceptor teach this time?"
He was very curious from the time he went to court.