Chapter 6 School trivia ()

A long time ago, when Du He first studied Tang history in his previous life, he learned about Princess Gaoyang's story of stealing men. He had infinite admiration for Fang Yiai, the cuckold comrade.

It was a day in a certain month of a certain year. Comrade Cuckold and Princess Gaoyang went out to hunt. At that time, Bian Ji lived in an unknown grass trunk and was reading Buddhist scriptures. Princess Gaoyang was tired and wanted to rest. Comrade Cuckold and his servant took the princess to the grass trunk. The nobleman suddenly visited, and Bian Ji put down everything and came out to greet him quickly.

Maybe it was because Captain Bian was so handsome, or Princess Gaoyang had a quirk of liking monks, and the two of them were like **, and they were out of control and started to do it in the grass hut.

In the face of this situation, Comrade Cuckold forgave them with a supreme mind. In order to allow them to enjoy the joy of fish and water, Comrade Cuckold even acted as a guard himself and gave Princess Gaoyang and Monk Bianji at the door.

Du He has never been able to guess the feelings and thoughts of Comrade Cuckold at that time, but as a man, it is really not easy to be able to do this.

So for him, Du He had no extra language except for his infinite admiration.

Unexpectedly, the cuckold comrade and he were sworn brothers who killed chicken heads and burned yellow paper in brothels!

Hey!

In a brothel?

Du He's face suddenly became ugly. No wonder he felt that the eyes around him were so dazzling. It turned out that this cuckold comrade was birds of a feather with him.

Bah bah bah bah bah!

He is the same as Du He.

Du He hurriedly explained to him that he had abstinence and forgot everything. His intentional voice was raised so that everyone in the school could hear it, so as not to have trouble explaining it to everyone.

The cuckold sighed in disappointment, "It turns out that it's true. I've heard my father say it long ago, but I just don't want to believe you, and I have forgotten me."

Du Ruhui was the prime minister of the dynasty, Li Shimin's right-hand man. Du He was sick and the emperor of the Tang Empire would also ask questions with concern. Therefore, Du He's abscesses had already spread, which was not a rare thing.

"The key to getting married is to make friends. My memory is lost, but the friendship I once had cannot disappear. Brother Yiai, you don't have to be sad. After all, we have been sworn brothers!" Du He didn't know how Fang Yiai was, but he was the only person who showed enthusiasm for himself. Du He was also happy to be with him, as long as he didn't learn bad things from him.

The cuckold gay seemed to be missing and laughed out loud: "Brother Qinglian's words are for my appetite."

The two walked into the classroom, and Comrade Cuckold pointed out Du He's seat and sat down behind him.

Comrade Cuckold seems to have a bad reputation. He ignores the people around him and just keeps pulling Du He to speak.

Du He answered without a word.

Suddenly, the school, which was originally a little messy, calmed down.

Du He looked at the door curiously, and his eyes also showed a stunning look.

A beautiful lady came to the entrance of the school.

She was wearing a soft and wide white palace outfit, and she looked very beautiful, with eyebrows as bright as spring mountains and eyes as autumn water, clear and bright, graceful and graceful. But her expression was extremely dignified and had a kind of noble temperament that was inviolable.

Du He touched her eyes, but a hint of disgust was seen in the other person's eyes.

Du He was very bored and curled his lips. This beautiful thing would make people like it, but obviously the other party hated him a little.

Du He disdains to use his hot face to stick to the other person's cold butt.

"You won't even remember her, right?" Fang Yiai whispered behind her.

Du He asked strangely: "Who is she? Why do I remember her?"

"I really forgot!" Fang Yiai muttered and replied in a low voice: "She is Princess Changle, Your Majesty's most beloved daughter, and she was your wife who had not passed away."

Du He nodded, no wonder that boy was distracted by her. Judging from her appearance, Princess Changle has the capital.

"Cousin!" A handsome man with a gentle and tall look walked to Princess Changle and called intimately: "I heard from my father that my cousin was cold yesterday. I was worried about my brother and couldn't sleep or eat."

"Hyit!" Fang Yiai behind him said sourly.

"Who is this guy? I feel a little annoying." Du He frowned, feeling indescribable. He was so jealous that he was just disgusted from the bottom of his heart, and there was no reason.

"His name is Changsun Chong, he is the eldest son of Zhao Duke Changsun Wuji, and he is very popular with His Majesty. Look, the jade pendant on his waist was given to him by His Majesty. This guy has long been salivating at Princess Changle, and now he is the most likely bastard to be hugged by the beauty!" Fang Yiai said angrily.

The Princess Changle responded with a faint smile and sat diagonally opposite Du He.

Changsun Chong glanced at him arrogantly before returning to his seat.

Du He smiled faintly.

Fang Yiai shouted in a low voice: "Provocation, this is a naked provocation." Seeing Du He's face calm, he whispered: "Brother, have your abscessive temper been smoothed out? Can you bear it in the face of such provocation?"

"Uh..." Du He looked at him strangely. Faced with such boring and childish provocation, would he have to make a big fuss?

No wonder Du He and Fang Yiai are so disgusted. If he is angry for no reason at this moment, it will only make people feel narrow-minded and thankless.

Du He smiled calmly and said, "What should an ant do when showing off his power in front of him? Be calm and rational. Before others reveal their flaws, they will only leave a handle for others."

Fang Yiai was stunned and opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

"when!"

The bell rang.

The chaotic sounds in the school disappeared, and everyone sat up in a daze.

"Geeh!"

Du He heard a sweet silver bell laughter, and a beautiful girl rushed into the school. She was wearing a wide and comfortable bright red dress, her hair was loosely tied up, and a sweet and charming smile was on her face, as if all flowers were blooming at this moment, extremely brilliant.

"Sir, I'm not late!" The girl proudly held up her arm as if she had fought a victory.

That bright smile is full of infectiousness.

"Xueyan, why don't you go back to your seat soon!" Princess Changle rebuked helplessly.

"Okay, okay, sir didn't come!" The girl named Xueyan still smiled, but still came to Du He's empty seat and sat down.

Fang Yiai whispered: "She is Li Xueyan, the daughter of Li Daozong of Jiangxia King, and she is also a rare beauty! She is just a straightforward personality like a tomboy, not gentle and considerate enough." He shook his head disappointedly as he said.

Du He wanted to laugh, thinking about Fang Yiai's wife Princess Gao Yang, and seeing that he was destined to be out of reach with his gentle and considerate wife in this life.

Shortly after Li Xueyan sat down, a Confucian scholar, who was nearly 70 years old, walked into the school and started class.

In ancient times, teaching was very tedious and he mainly memorized rotely.

Du He graduated from the University of History and focuses on liberal arts. He has a certain foundation in classical Chinese, and his studies are not difficult for him. He listens quite interestingly.

As for Fang Yiai, she had long been hiding behind Du He and slept.

The Confucian scholar discovered Fang Yiai, but he was old and could not see clearly.

Du He hurriedly leaned back and disturbed his dream.

The Confucian scholar walked closer and saw Fang Yiai holding the book and pretending, slapped the ruler on his desk, and said, "The so-called self-cultivation is to correct one's heart, next?"

Fang Yiai's face immediately turned into a pig's liver.

There was also a look of laughter around him.

The Confucian scholar shook his head and walked back to the hall and said, "The rotten wood cannot be carved..." Before he finished speaking, he heard Fang Yiai answer intermittently: "The so-called self-cultivation is to correct his heart. If he has something angry and fear, he will not be correct, if he has something to like, he will not be correct, if he has something to like, he will not be correct, if he has something to worry about, he will not be correct. If he has something to do, he will not be correct. If he has something to do, he will not be correct. If he has something to do, he will not be correct. If he has something to do, he will not be able to see it, he will not be able to hear it, and if he eats it, he will not know its taste. This means that self-cultivation is to be correct his heart."

The correct answer suppressed the words of the Confucian scholars.

The Confucian scholar stared at him and said, "How can I explain this?"

Du He whispered: "It means that you must first correct your mind when cultivating your own character, because if you have anger, you cannot be corrected; if you have fear, you cannot be corrected; if you have preferences, you cannot be corrected; if you have worries, you cannot be corrected. If you have misconduct, you cannot be corrected. If you are not in yourself, you are not in your own body: although you are looking, you are as if you have not seen; if you are listening, you are as if you have not heard; if you are eating, you do not know what it feels like. Therefore, to cultivate your own character, you must first correct your mind. As long as your mind has no evil thoughts, you will naturally not do immoral things."

Fang Yiai once again told the answer.

The Confucian scholars were inconvenient and could not hear Du He's words clearly. But everyone sitting around Du He looked at Du He like monsters, as if they were looking at gorillas.
Chapter completed!