Therefore, with the political consciousness of a person of Xiong Cilu's level, let alone a child crying next door, even if someone is beating someone to death outside, Xiong Cilu can definitely finish a class without changing his expression.

Little Fugua first looked at Mr. with wide eyes, raised his eyebrows, and looked at him very imposingly, meaning, Mr., don't you care?

Xiong Cilu took advantage of his small eyes and pretended not to see it.

Little Fugua raised her hands in a polite manner, while Xiong Cilu continued to talk in a long tone. It was not time to raise his hands to ask questions, so he continued not to see her.

Little Fugua put down her hands and sighed.

Hongjin smiled crookedly on the side, and when he heard the sharp cry of the child next door, he felt sincerely happy.

After Xiong Cilu finished speaking, he began to ask questions, starting from Hongjin: "Brother Hongjin, who made the Three-Character Sutra!"

Hong Jin was stunned. The emperor's elder brother had the necessary skills to fight for favors. At the age of three, he could memorize all the disciples of the Three-Character Sutra. Who wrote this: "Wang Yinglin of the Southern Song Dynasty."

Okay, this is a simple score question.

Little Fu Gua raised her hand, her hand straight, and Xiong Cilu had to ask: "Brother Hongli, does he have anything to add?"

Xiao Fugua said: "Mr. Hui's words were written by Wang Yinglin of the Southern Song Dynasty and Shizi of the Song Dynasty, and were enlarged by Li Zhen in the Ming Dynasty."

Hong Jin said: "My Ama said it was written by Wang Yinglin of the Southern Song Dynasty."

Xiao Fugua said: "The Song Dynasty came first and the Southern Song Dynasty came after. Shizi of the Song Dynasty lived before him. How could it be written by Wang Yinglin of the Southern Song Dynasty first?"

Hong Jin said: "Then how do you explain the destruction of the Yuan Dynasty, the destruction of the Song Dynasty, the coming to China, and the military service of Di? Can Ou Shizi of the Song Dynasty know these things?"

Xiao Fugua said: "Then you know that Taizu later became the Ming Dynasty and Ji Hongwu was the capital of Jinling. Does King Yinglin of the Southern Song Dynasty know about this?"

Hong Jin was so angry that he shouted to Xiong Cilu: "Sir, can what I said be wrong?"

Xiong Cilu hid the smile on his lips.

He often heard people say that Little Fugua was smart, and now he realized that this was not true at all.

His intelligence is not that of ordinary children who study hard, or draw, or play the piano, or learn to imitate their memory, but he truly understands the truth!

Although Hong Jin also knew that this matter was related to the big proposition of whether the prince's words were right or wrong, in essence, this kind of politics is strong, childish and disgusting.

Xiao Fugua used his knowledge to directly attack the opponent, but Hong Jin could only use his father to challenge the opponent, and the two of them immediately competed.

Xiong Ciluneng was impressed by Hong Jin's difficulty. He smiled and said, "This question can be used as today's homework. The two brothers can go back and ask their parents for advice. Submit the answer sheet tomorrow. Let's start writing now."

The children next door had stopped screaming and their crying had turned into soft sobs.

Little Fugua sat down.

After practicing with Kangxi for several months, his calligraphy was already very good.

He took out a special brush, which was specially made for children. It was thin and light, but this kind of serious square calligraphy was incomparable with the elegant and beautiful face of Hong Jin's hands.

The difference between the two of them is probably that of a first-year elementary school student and a calligrapher.

Hong Jin said mockingly: "This is also a Chinese character. I could write better than this when I was three years old."

Little Fugua lowered his head and ignored it.
Chapter completed!