Come on, Your Highness

A month later, the injured patients who had been hit by the board recovered one after another, and the study room was reopened.

This time, when Xiao Hong came late with He Xichao, no child dared to give him a supercilious look.

Although the butt has healed, the ecstasy still remains in my heart, and no one wants to experience it again.At noon one month ago, I told you that the First Prince doesn't pay attention to consequences, and he is absolutely unambiguous when he says what to do. When the [-]th board comes down, they just don't say a word. They don't have the ability to resist.

What's even more tragic is that, through this farce, the eldest prince seemed to have won the favor of the emperor again, and all the good things were sent to Jing'an Palace.

Even the old people from the Eastern Palace were recruited back just to serve Xiao Hong well.

The skill of ordering dishes from people in this palace is well practiced, everyone can't provoke them, so naturally they can hide them.

Xiao Hong took He Xichao to sit down, and He Xichao still obediently arranged the books and ink of the two of them, and sat down to wait for the master as usual.

Xiao Ming looked at the back of Xiao Hong's head, several times he mustered up the courage to talk to Xiao Hong, but he couldn't hold back his face.

And He Mingrui next door has a black face from beginning to end. Seeing He Xi's gaze towards his head, he almost wants to screw it off and kick it like a ball. However, when he thinks of Wei Guogong's reprimand and warning, he has to bow his head again. up.

Just when the two finally prepared their minds and were ready to make peace, Xu Zhi came.

Then ask for peace... just take it easy.

You stand up and greet each other.

Xu Zhi’s lectures are still boring, of course they are all a little bit older children, according to Daqi’s teaching method, they can only explain after they have memorized, so the class is just reading and reciting while shaking their heads. After persisting for half an hour, he got down again without any accident.

As for He Xichao, no one would dare to stick a note on him right now, throw him a face, throw his textbooks, kick his chair... bullying this poor little boy.

Especially the companions who looked at him were not ridiculed, but envious. Anyone who has a master who can bear twenty battles on his behalf can also proudly look up.

Unfortunately, this was not the effect He Xichao wanted. The emperor's importance to Xiao Hong could be in the dark, but not in the light.

It was not easy for Xiao Hong to fade out of the sight of the crowd, but he didn't want to be the focus of the succession again.

He Xichao dragged his chin, feeling that it was too peaceful now...something should be done.

Just as he was thinking about how to play, Emperor Tiangan came!

There was no eunuch's shrill and long prelude, just like the dean who suddenly appeared by the door in later schools, this emperor quietly appeared in front of the window, staring at the students in class with a serious expression.

The aura of the king was so powerful, the companion who was closest to the window saw the bright yellow body, instantly broke out in cold sweat, his mind went blank, and he did not forget to risk his life to remind his master.

Then the children who were stumbling around, or doing small movements to grind the stools immediately took a standard sitting posture, holding the textbooks in both hands, with their backs straight, and their mouths followed the master's reading aloud, shaking their heads at a frequency, and worked hard.

He Xichao was thinking about something, but he really didn't notice it, and when he realized something was wrong, it would be too late to remind Xiao Hong who was sleeping unconscious.

Emperor Tiangan walked into the upper study room, and everyone knelt down on the ground. In an instant, the upper study room was so quiet that a needle could be dropped.

Only one person was still asleep, He Xichao gritted his teeth, and the moment he knelt down, he pushed Xiao Hong hard.

Xiao Hong raised his head in a daze, and asked, "Xi Chao, is class over?"

In an instant, there was an uncontrollable chuckle in the room.

He Xichao really wanted to give Xiao Hong a supercilious look, so he reminded Emperor Tiangan's face that was almost as black as the bottom of a pot: "The emperor is here."

Xiao Hong's body froze all of a sudden, a bright yellow robe appeared in front of him, he slowly raised his head along the robe, and saw Emperor Tiangan looking down at him, the sullen eyes made him tremble suddenly, Muttering: "Father, my son is wrong..."

He Xi said to her heart, well, there is no need to make trouble, the matter will come on its own.

Xiao Hong bowed his head and knelt in the outer hall of Qingzheng Hall, where Emperor Tiangan was summoning Xu Zhi.

This master didn't dare to take care of Xiao Hong when he was the prince, and didn't bother to take care of Xiao Hong when he was not the prince, and kept showing him a stocking policy.

Everyone knew that Xiao Hong's schoolwork was a mess, and his mind was not on studying at all, so both of them were happy and relaxed.

So now it's captured.

Xiao Hong's mind was spinning quickly, thinking about how to coax his father later, he is not a material for studying, so don't make it difficult for him and don't torture yourself.

Xu Zhi came out shortly after he entered. Xiao Hong saw that his forehead was sweating profusely and his face was a little pale, so he knew he had been scolded.

Then Eunuch Huang came out and slipped Xiao Hongti in.

Emperor Tiangan looked at Xiao Hong who was kneeling like a quail, and asked, "Healed?"

Xiao Hongqi and Ai Ai nodded, "Okay."

"Okay, that's good. How much board should you say this time?"

Xiao Hong's buttocks tightened instantly when he heard this, but he didn't want to repay the ecstasy at all, he shook his head repeatedly and said: "No, father, my son is wrong, it took so long to touch the ground, I really don't want to go back and lie down for a few more days! "

Emperor Tiangan suddenly snorted coldly, and cursed: "Wrong? In the whole study room, you are the only one who blatantly sleeps on the table. If I didn't come over on a whim to take a look, are you going to sleep until class is over? No Why don't you make any progress in things that you don't know how to learn! Why don't you talk about setting an example first, and you set an example for your younger brothers? I'm really ashamed of you!"

Xiao Hong shrank his neck and knelt obediently.

Emperor Tiangan looked at him, and suddenly said: "Xu Zhi said that he has learned the last chapter of the twelve chapters of "The Analects of Confucius".

Xiao Hong's face was struck by lightning, and he was stunned: "...!"

"Won't?"

Xiao Hong murmured: "It's been too long, even then, forget about it now..."

Emperor Tiangan nodded slowly, "Okay, then you pick one and you will memorize it."

Xiao Hong opened his mouth, and after racking his brains, he slowly spit out three words "Confucius said..." Confucius said too many, he really couldn't remember it!Besides, what Confucius said has nothing to do with him!Why do you have to carry it!

Seeing that the emperor's face was getting darker and darker, as if another thunderstorm would cause a heavy rain, he yelled in his heart: Can you invite foreign aid and call Xi Chao in? You can ask him, don't talk about the twelve chapters of "The Analects of Confucius" , "Mencius", "University", "The Doctrine of the Mean"... I will recite them all for you one by one, okay?

Xiao Hong finally closed his mouth and wanted to cry without tears.

Emperor Tiangan knew when he saw his sluggish and stupid appearance, not to mention one of them, even a complete sentence would be difficult.

He suddenly thought that since "The Analects of Confucius" could not be memorized, what about "Zi Di Gui"?

As soon as the thought came up, he pressed it down, and I will have lunch soon, but don't let yourself be full.

Xiao Hong's level is roughly clear in his heart, there is no minimum, only lower.

Emperor Tiangan felt a little tired, he really couldn't figure it out, thinking that the queen was known for her talents when she was in her boudoir, and she was often praised by the late emperor for her hard work, how could she have such a bad thing.

So I didn't bother to talk nonsense, "Since you don't want to be beaten, then go back and copy the twelve chapters of "The Analects of Confucius" twenty times, and submit it within three days. At that time, you will always recite it, right?"

"Twenty times?" Xiao Hong's vision suddenly darkened, and he almost lost his knees. He raised his hands and threw himself on the ground, shouting, "Why don't you beat me twenty times again!"

"Hit you? Forty sticks won't let you have a long memory. What's the point of hitting?" Seeing Xiao Hong's unlovable appearance, Emperor Tiangan felt a touch of pleasure in his heart.

Copying a book was a torture. Xiao Hong scratched his cheeks while holding the pen and couldn't write a word for a day. He felt that he was wronged, so he boldly said: "Father, it's not that the son doesn't want to work hard. The sound of muttering reading makes me sleepy, really, it’s better than soothing soup. My son thinks it’s better to ask an imperial doctor to take a look instead of copying the book?”

fart!

Emperor Tiangan took back the swear words that came to his lips in time, raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Where is the reason, sleepiness? There are hanging beams and thorns in ancient times, if you really can't overcome it, it's okay, tomorrow I will order someone to plant the hanging root on your head Rope, how about it?"

That embarrassment can be thrown out of the capital, enough to laugh inside and outside the palace for a year.

This copying seems inevitable, Xiao Hong can only fight for a reduced sentence, "Father, twenty times is too much, it's so thick, it's only three days, does today count?"

"Calculate."

Xiao Hong's whole body is not well.

"Too much?"

"Uh-huh."

"Thirty times."

Xiao Hong's mouth suddenly opened into a circle, and he looked at Emperor Tiangan in disbelief, feeling that he was hallucinating.

"If thirty times is not enough, add ten more..."

"Enough! Enough! Enough! Only twenty, only twenty, no more, my son will go back and copy!"

Xiao Hong jumped up from the ground, and before Emperor Tiangan's upper lip touched his lower lip ten more times, he immediately stepped on the hot wheel and rolled out of the Qingzheng Hall, and there was no one in sight.

Emperor Tiangan suddenly let out a bad breath, and waved his hand, "Chuan Shan."

He Xichao and the accompanying eunuchs were waiting at the entrance of the Qingzheng Hall, and when they saw Xiao Hong running out like a beast chasing him, he called him, "Elder Prince."

As soon as Xiao Hong saw He Xichao, his eyes burst into tears, he grabbed He Xichao's hand and said, "Xichao, this time you have to save brother, I am in great trouble!"

Didn't he get caught in class?At most a training, a punishment, can it be more serious than beating someone?

He Xichao was puzzled, but this is the entrance of the Qingzheng Hall, and there are many people talking, so he said: "Go back and talk."

"The Analects of Confucius repeated twenty times?"

In the study room, listening to He Xichao's question, Xiao Hong nodded heavily, with a look of despair on his face, "Look at how thick and so many words are densely packed and longer than the "Book of Filial Piety". I can't finish copying it even in sleep, and I have to recite it..." Xiao Hongyue said that the future is getting darker, and finally guessed rebelliously, "Does the father really love me? I doubt it!"

He Xichao picked up the book and gave him a heads-up, "This is normal, the so-called deep responsibility of love, who made you go too far."

Xiao Hong felt aggrieved. Can this person rely on his will to resist his sleepiness?

"Then what should we do now? I can't copy it in three days even if I'm killed." Xiao Hong said with a sting in his neck.

He Xichao stroked his chin and thought about it.

Xiao Hong rolled his eyes and said, "Xi Chao, please help me to copy together. You are my reading companion, so you should share the burden for me."

He Xichao ignored him, took a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote and drew. Xiao Hong leaned over and saw rows and rows of strange-looking symbols.

He Xichao wrote very quickly, and before Xiao Hong could ask a question, he said, "According to the normal copying speed, excluding the time for reading, riding and shooting, eating, drinking and sleeping, the average person can copy at most three times a day, nine times in three days, even if I help you Can't finish copying."

Xiao Hong immediately had an expression like I'm just saying it.

"Since you can't finish copying according to common sense, why do you need to finish copying?" He Xichao said.

"what?"

He Xichao gave him a pitiful look, "It's impossible for you to win by studying in this life, so let's keep the good qualities."

"what?"

"honest."

Xiao Hong: "..." Are you trying to spoil me?

At this time, Xinrui shouted at the door of the study: "Your Highness, Master Xichao, it's time for lunch."

"Let's go, eat first, and ride and shoot in the afternoon. If you don't eat enough, you won't have the strength."

"What about copying the book?"

"As much as you can copy."

Xiao Hong: "..." This indifferent attitude means that you are not going to face the wrath of Thunder, isn't it?

Emperor Tiangan made a surprise inspection of the study, and it took less than a quarter of an hour to spread throughout the palace.

All the children passed without any risk, except for the eldest prince who managed to arouse the wrath of Emperor Tiangan and was brought back to the Qingzheng Hall with the power of a sleep, the future is still uncertain.

This time he just got favored and forgot about it, all the palaces and courtyards couldn't help but wait eagerly to see how the emperor would punish him.

Soon, everyone will know.

Xiao Ming and He Mingrui didn't even eat lunch, they took the "The Analects of Confucius" and counted word by word, the more they counted, the happier they were, and the more they counted, the more relieved they were.

"There are [-] more words than the "Book of Filial Piety". Twenty times, it is impossible to copy the "Book of Filial Piety" ten times!" Xiao Ming copied the "Book of Filial Piety" ten times. Concubine Shu forced her to copy while crying on the bed, without much rest, and hurried to finish within three days.

When it was Xiao Hong's turn, not only the number of words increased, but also the number of copies doubled, the anger in Xiao Ming's heart disappeared instantly, and it only turned into sympathy.

He Mingrui said: "It's impossible for the eldest prince to copy it by himself, there is also He Xichao."

Xiao Ming nodded, "But in the daytime, I have to study, ride and shoot, and there is only so little time between classes. Two people can't copy it, right? Besides, I have to recite it. With my big brother's brain, how is it possible!"

He Mingrui said: "They deserve it."

For the riding and archery class in the afternoon, everyone thought that Xiao Hong would not come, after all copying books is important.

You must know that there are several people like Xiao Ming who count boring numbers, and they all handed in the "Book of Filial Piety", so compared with Xiao Hong's word count, they are really happy to hear it.

However, Xiao Hong still took his little companions to study, wearing horse riding clothes, swaying, and walked into the school grounds unhurriedly.

According to the general theorem, those who lack the muscle of reading will always have more developed limbs.And Xiao Hong's riding and archery is just like his identity, the first one.

Three arrows in a row, the arrows hit the target, the momentum is like a rainbow, and it seems that they are not worried about the twenty times of "The Analects of Confucius".

Xiao Ming was a little guilty in his heart, and couldn't help asking: "Brother, have you counted the words in "The Analects of Confucius"?"

Xiao Hong said without turning his head, "No."

"Brother is really calm. My "Book of Filial Piety" is thinner than "The Analects of Confucius". It took me three days to copy it ten times."

Xiao Hong turned his head and glanced at him, grinned, and smiled, "This is all copied from experience, that is really not easy, I have copied the "Book of Filial Piety" so many times, I should recite it, and have a longer memory , so as not to be punished again.”

Xiao Ming gritted his teeth, feeling that his mother and concubine gave him a problem, who wants to reconcile with this kind of person, hum!He waited for Xiao Hong not to finish it three days later before angering his father.