Chapter 15: Prince Jing is the real Feiyangyang!

When he was a child, Li Chengze loved poetry and literature, and his nickname was Shitou. Later, he was really forced to become the prince's "grindstone".

Because Li Changan said that Feiyangyang was a poet, the second prince had always been looking forward to Feiyangyang's story.

Seeing Li Chengze's sincere attitude and charming smile, Li Changan thought it would be better to tell him the truth.

"Little Stone, you are not like Feiyangyang, you are more like Lazy Sheep."

Hearing Li Changan's answer, Li Chengze's face suddenly fell, "Am I not worthy of being a poet?"

Lin Wan'er comforted him, "Brother Shitou, don't be discouraged. No matter who it is, no one is worthy of being a poet compared to Uncle Yong."

Li Chengze was still not giving up, "Uncle Yong, can you tell me Feiyangyang's poem?"

Seeing how persistent he was, Li Changan told him the truth, "It was just a pile of grass. I couldn't bite through it."

When Li Chengze heard these lines of poetry, he was stunned. "If that's true, then he doesn't deserve to be a poet."

However, the second prince had been looking forward to this result for a long time and was unwilling to give up.

He chewed Feiyangyang's poem over and over again, hoping to find some surprises like "geese, geese, geese", "Fuck..."

When he turned around, Grand Secretary Hu Xuzhi had already lost his patience.

"Second Prince, stop it!"

Li Changan and Li Chengze are notorious problem teenagers who can never concentrate in class.

Li Chengze is always pondering the rhythm of poetry and is always mumbling something.

Li Changan was always daydreaming or teasing little girls, but he had a photographic memory and could remember anything he saw at a glance.

When Li Chengze saw that the Grand Secretary was angry, he immediately stood up properly and apologized respectfully.

"Mr. Hu, I was wrong. I shouldn't have done that."

Seeing that he was sensible, Hu Xuzhi decided to give him a way out, "It is the greatest virtue to admit one's mistakes and correct them."

"Please explain to me, what does it mean to hear the truth in the morning and die in the evening?"

Li Chengze was distracted and answered casually, "I found out the way to your house this morning, and I can find you and beat you to death in the evening!"

The second prince regretted his words immediately after he said them. This was what Li Changan usually said to him.

He found it interesting, so he thought about it over and over again, and he didn't expect that he could blurt it out now!

Grand Secretary Hu Xuzhi's eyes were as big as bells, staring at Li Chengze in amazement.

The school was even more noisy, with everyone talking about it.

The crown prince Li Chengqian, who was sitting in the first row, stood up immediately and asked, "Second brother, how could you misinterpret the classics like this?"

Name: Li Chengqian (Crown Prince)
Age: 10 years old

Realm: None
Talents: Performance (9th grade), Strategy (7th grade), Fashion (7th grade)

Abilities: Performance (eighth level), Strategy (fifth level)

Emotion: 20
Li Chengqian, who was taught to behave properly since childhood, has already cultivated his acting skills to the eighth level.

He is only ten years old, but his ability to disguise his true emotions is already the best among his peers.

Hu Xuzhi couldn't believe it. He had taught Li Chengze the classic subset for three or four years, but the other party could have misinterpreted it to this extent.

He said with a trembling voice, "Now that we are here, we should make the best of it. What else should we do?"

Li Chengze felt unhappy when he saw the fake Li Chengqian.

So he shook his hair, raised the corners of his mouth proudly, and revealed a look of disdain.

"Since you are here, let's bury you here."

"Bang, bang, bang!" Academician Hu slammed the table several times, obviously extremely angry.

"Second Prince, how could a dignified master and saint talk about nothing but beating and burying people!"

Li Chengze spread his hands and said with great confidence, "Because the Master is a great master!"

When Mr. Hu heard this, he immediately pointed the ruler at Li Changan.

"Good good!"

"I knew that what the Second Prince said was the same perverse theory of His Royal Highness Prince Yong!" Li Changan suspected that some of the classics in this world were passed down by the temple messengers. Aren't those high-level robots like Wuzhu grand masters?

When Li Changan told these fallacies and heresies, many children believed them without a doubt.

Hu Xuzhi continued, "I have said this many times, there is almost no record of any Grand Masters before this dynasty!"

"You are totally making up stories, you are just talking nonsense! Haven't you heard that Confucius doesn't talk about strange things?"

Li Changan smiled and said, "This sentence does not mention anything supernatural, but it shows that the Master is a great master!"

"The Master is a great master who doesn't like to talk. He can generate strange and powerful forces without using any true energy, and can beat people to the point of losing their minds!"

Isn't this sentence referring to temple robots like Wuzhu?

Hu Xuzhi could never have imagined that a classic could be misinterpreted like this!
"Your Highness Prince Yong, you! You are blaspheming the classics!"

Upon seeing this, the prince immediately supported Scholar Hu and patted him on the back to calm him down.

He said to Li Changan, "Uncle Yong Wang, the Master should be a normal person."

"He himself said, 'At thirty one is established, at forty one is free from doubts, at fifty one knows the will of heaven, at sixty one's ears are obedient, at seventy one can follow one's heart without breaking the rules!'"

Li Changan said in a gentle and persuasive manner, "Prince, it is better to have no books than to believe in them completely. This sentence is also evidence that the Master is a great master!"

"It would take thirty people to make the Master stand up and fight. If forty people surrounded the Master, he would not hesitate to attack!"

"Even if fifty people come together, Master can beat them until they know what destiny is."

"The Grand Master was angry, and it took sixty people to persuade him to calm down a little."

"With seventy people besieging him, the Master can finally kill as he pleases, and it doesn't count as breaking the rules!"

"With such a powerful strength, how can he not be a Grandmaster?"

Li Changan spoke very seriously, in a clear and organized manner.

All the children opened their mouths wide, they didn’t know classics could be interpreted in this way!

Hu Xuzhi coughed a few times, threw the ruler on the table, and left angrily.

"Your Highness Prince Yong's words are profound, and I, Hu, am far inferior to them!"

"I will definitely inform your majesty that you will need someone else to teach me about the classics in the upper study room!"

This Yongwang Li Changan wrote many romantic poems, but he could never understand the classics!

Not only did he fail to learn, he also repeatedly disrupted the teaching order and misled other children!

It seems that His Royal Highness Prince Yong is indeed a playboy. It is impossible to expect him to stabilize the country!
This is Li Changan’s purpose, to create the illusion that he is only good at romance.

Only in this way can we grow up safely.

The children were very happy when the teacher left.

A boy about the same age as Li Changan ran to Li Changan excitedly with a piece of paper.

Name: Li Hongcheng (Prince of Jing)
Age: 12 years old

Realm: None
Talents: Commander (eighth rank), Poetry (fifth rank)

Abilities: Poetry (fifth grade), calligraphy (fourth grade)

Emotion: 20
On Li Changan’s right is the shy Lin Wan’er, and on his left sits the obedient girl Fan Ruoruo.

Li Hongcheng placed the paper in front of Fan Ruoruo, his tone and expression full of anticipation.

"Look, Ruoruo! This is the 'Slender Gold Style' that I learned from Uncle Prince Yong. What do you think of it?"

The six-year-old Fan Ruoruo no longer looks pale and thin.

Now Fan Ruoruo is pretty and lively, a real beauty.

She frowned and glanced at the words written by Li Hongcheng, and her little mouth pouted unconsciously.

“There has been progress, but…”

PS:

Zhao Ji's flower and bird paintings and Slender Gold style calligraphy
(End of this chapter)