"I remember, there is such a thing." Lao Zhu pursed his lips.

"We have approved this...that old man, what do you mean by 'setting an example to the kings'?"

"Is our son bad? Do we want his disciples to set an example?"

Prince Zhu Biao wisely chose not to talk.

Since he, a good student, "graduated" from Dabentang, among the remaining kings, only the King of Jin, Zhu Fan, could barely read...

The others are really hard to describe...

"Hmm." Lao Zhu thought for a moment and stopped going to Jinshen Hall.

"Let's go over and have a look."

"Boss, come with us!"

He suddenly became interested in taking a look at this month's midterm exam. He also wanted to ask Lao Wu something, so he went there in person to relax.

"Uh!" Zhu Biao was stunned. Seeing that his father had already taken a step forward, he had no choice but to follow him.

Brothers, it’s not that the elder brother is unloyal, it’s just that the incident happened suddenly and it’s too late to report the news...

Wish yourself good luck...

……

The mid-month exam is similar to the monthly exam for high school students in later generations. The exam is usually held on the first day of each month, which happens to be the same day as the imperial court.

Since the ages of the kings are different and their levels are also uneven, the mid-month exam adopts the method of asking questions on the spot: the teacher will ask the questions on the spot according to the academic progress of the students, and the students will answer on the spot.

If you answer correctly, there will be no prize. If you answer incorrectly, you will be rewarded with a ring ruler.

Usually on this day, except for the crown prince and the prince of Jin, the palms of other princes will be swollen.

When Lao Zhu and Zhu Biao arrived at the main hall, the waiter at the door was about to kneel down, but Lao Zhu quickly waved his hand to signal him not to make any noise.

Then he bent slightly and walked toward the study quietly.

Seeing that his father, who was usually mighty and domineering, now looked like a thief, Zhu Biao felt funny. However, it was hard for him to deliberately make noises to remind his brothers. When he saw his father waving to him, he also

I had no choice but to follow my father’s lead and sneak over.

The father and son were crouching, peeping through the study window.

Inside, it was the King of Qin, Zhu Xi, who was endorsing the book. He could only be heard stumbling and reciting: "The Master said, there are three hundred poems, and they can be summed up in one sentence..."

"Sixiewu!"

"Si Wu Xie! Wu Xie!" Jin Wang Zhu Fan reminded quietly from the side.

"Ah, Si Wuxie!" Zhu Xi quickly changed his words, and then sat down happily as if he had passed the test.

"...Third Highness, please do not remind me." Song Lian said solemnly on the podium. Then he nodded Zhu Ping: "Second Highness, please explain the meaning."

"Ah? Do you still need to explain?" Zhu Xi stood up reluctantly. "Uh, um, Confucius said..."

"This old guy is really good at talking. What is he talking about this time?"

It's already costing his life to memorize it. How can he understand the meaning?

"Alas." Song Lian shook his head in disappointment. "Xizhi, come here."

"Yes." Behind Song Lian, a young man in Confucian robes standing there took a step forward when he heard the voice. He first bowed to the kings, and then said: "The Master said that there are three hundred poems, which can be summed up in one sentence, saying,

Thoughts are innocent."

"The meaning is that the sage Confucius believed that the three hundred poems in the Book of Songs can be summarized in one sentence, which is 'no evil thoughts'."

"Yes." Song Lian stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction. The young man saluted Song Lian, then took a step back, his face still humble and without any trace of complacency.

"Your Highness." Song Lian walked up to Zhu Xiang. "Your question is already very simple. In the future, you should review the Analects more."

"Right hand."

The old master of the Song Dynasty respected his position, and Zhu Ping did not dare to disobey him. When he heard this, he stretched out his right hand in fear.

"Pah! Pah!" The sound of two rulers slapping the meat was extremely crisp.

"Hey! This old man!" Lao Zhu, who was peeping outside, was unhappy. He wanted to rub his sleeves on the spot. "Why did he hit my son again!"

"Dad, dad." Zhu Biao hurriedly grabbed Lao Zhu. "There's no way you can't teach without fighting."

"What an old man." Lao Zhu also knew that this was true, but he still felt distressed after all, so he could only curse him bitterly.

"Your Highness." Song Lian nodded at Zhu Fan. "What does it mean to 'investigate things to gain knowledge, live in respect and preserve them'?"

Zhu Fan's question was a little more difficult than Zhu Chong's. After Zhu Fan stood up and finished answering, Song Lian said: "What Your Highness said is correct. However, there are some flaws. I hope it is straight."

"Yes." The young man in Confucian robes who was standing there took a step forward again, saluted and said: "What His Highness the King of Jin said is deeply rooted in Zhu Zi's true biography."

"However, Zhu Zi also said, 'Everything in the human heart is without knowledge, and everything in the world is without reason. Only reason is not exhausted, so its knowledge is endless.' It means that people can only understand the principle of exhausting things.

Only by learning can you consciously strengthen your own moral cultivation."

"A little knowledge can only make you smile." After saying that, he stepped back.

Song Lian nodded and smiled. Zhu Fan's face was a little ugly, but he still said "I have been taught" and sat down.

I didn’t even get a ruler.

But Zhu Di couldn't escape from behind. Song Lian also asked a question on the Analects of Confucius. Zhu Di stood up and stumbled, but he used Zhu Su's "whispering language" to explain.

This made Old Man Song furious, and he slapped Mr. Zhu on the three big boards, and then the young Confucian scholar named Xi Zhi came out.

Zhu Yuanzhang's face outside also turned dark. He turned to Zhu Biao and said, "What's going on with your brothers? The limelight has been stolen by that little sour boy."

"Our face is almost lost!"

"Uh." Zhu Biao could only smile awkwardly but politely.

Next it was Zhu Wu's turn. Song Lian sat on the chair and took a breath for a while, and then said: "Your Highness, Fifth Highness."

The air in the study fell into silence. No one answered. Books were piled high on Zhu Laowu's table, and only the exposed bun of his hair could be seen, not his face.

Song Lian was a little strange, so he raised his voice and spoke again: "Your Highness, Fifth Prince?"

"Lao Wu, Lao Wu!" Zhu Xi whispered.

"Don't sleep! I'm calling you!"

He thought he was "quietly", but with his loud voice, even Lao Zhu at the door could hear him clearly.

Everyone snickered in the study room.

"Your Highness, Fifth Prince!" Song Lian angrily knocked on the ruler and immediately used it as a surprise.

"Ah!" Zhu Su suddenly woke up and wiped the saliva on his cheek. "What's wrong? Are you collecting clothes because it's raining?"

"Hahahahaha." The snickering turned into laughter.

Old Song Lian's face darkened, and he was about to have a fit. The door was suddenly pushed open. Old Zhu's face was darker than his, and he walked into the study with great momentum, his hands behind his back. Zhu Biao followed him and gave his brothers a signal.

Careful eyes.

"Your Majesty!" Song Lian was startled. He quickly stood up from his chair and bowed with the students and princes: "Your Majesty (father), may you be blessed!"

"Get up!" Lao Zhu had a fierce attitude. "Lao Wu, come with us!"

"Ah? Okay!" Zhu Su was delighted, cheap daddy, does he have something to ask me again?

Great! I can skip school happily again...ah! I can happily make plans for the future of the Ming Dynasty.

No matter what happens today, I have to decide not to go to the main hall again!

Why do we, a time-traveler, spend our time doing such nonsense every day?

We want to be the guiding light for the Ming Dynasty!

Lao Zhu walked out angrily. Zhu Su, who had just woken up, was still blinded and didn't notice at all, and followed happily.

Zhu Biao, on the other hand, looked confused. He wanted to remind him a few words, but he couldn't say it directly.
Chapter completed!