Chapter 530 The Important Event of Beginning Education (Ink)

Do you want to hug me?

"..."

"Okay, I know you want to hug me."

"..."

"hurry up."

Helpless, Gao Jianli bent down and pulled Liu Ju into his arms. Liu Ju skillfully wrapped his arms around Gao Jianli's neck and took a deep breath, "The air up there is so fresh."

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Gao Jianli: "What are you planning to teach me today?"

Gao Jianli lowered his eyes, looking at the lively little bundle in his arms, and calmly asked, "What do you want to learn?"

Liu Ju counted on his fingers: "Tianming promised to help me make paper, Master Xu will forge swords for me, Brother Daozhi will teach me the Divine Speed ​​Step, Master Ban will teach me how to disassemble mechanisms, and I also made an appointment with Sister Duanmu to study medicine..."

As he counted, Liu Ju suddenly felt incredibly busy. He looked up at Gao Jianli, pinched his thumb and forefinger together, and gestured to him, "I'm so busy! Why don't you teach me something easier?"

Gao Jianli remained silent. The Mo Family Academy hadn't been open for very long, had this kid gotten a little too familiar with everyone? Everyone had already pulled out all the stops, what was the point of having him?

It was really difficult to deal with the child, and even more difficult to deal with Liu Ju. Gao Jianli was about to resign when Liu Ju shut him down with a single sentence: "Mr. Gao, if you can't handle it, then I'll go find Sister Xue Nu."

"You know too much."

Gao Jianli was speechless, feeling like he was being manipulated by the young prince. He took a deep breath and asked calmly, "What do you want to learn?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Jianli added, "I will not fight Zhang Liang, nor Han Xin, nor anyone else."

Liu Che sighed regretfully. Mr. Gao knew him too well. He must really like him. It made him feel a little embarrassed.

The story of Zhang Liang and Han Xin, former colleagues and friends, fighting because of Liu Ju's words had already spread throughout the four schools of Confucianism, Legalism, Mohism, and Military Science.

Gao Jianli, who didn't want to be the center of attention, declined in advance, so he didn't quite understand why Liu Ju was shy. He seemed shy, but he didn't let go of Liu Ju's hand; in fact, he hugged him even tighter.

His demeanor doesn't seem like it would appeal to children.

Although the young prince had different tastes, Gao Jianli reluctantly tolerated him out of consideration for his good intentions.

"Let me teach you a musical instrument; it will help you cultivate your character."

Upon hearing Gao Jianli's suggestion, Liu Ju bounced excitedly in his arms, "Okay, okay, I can play the zither, 'Yangchun' or 'High Mountains and Flowing Water'?"

Gao Jianli lowered his eyes. The young prince did indeed understand him quite well. Having heard many others praise him, he figured teaching him wouldn't be difficult.

...

After the initial introduction to the zhu instrument was completed and the teaching of its playing methods was successful, Gao Jianli began formal instruction.

She chose the simplest piece and played it herself first. Then she held Liu Ju's small body in her arms, took his hand, and taught him carefully.

"Press the string with your left hand, and gently tap the bamboo ruler with your right hand..."

Long, slender fingers covered those small, delicate hands, and with a light tap of the bamboo ruler, clear, melodious music flowed gently, echoing in the quiet room like the tinkling of a mountain spring.

After repeating this two or three times, Gao Jianli could clearly feel Liu Ju's movements becoming more and more skilled. He asked, "How is it?"

Liu nodded confidently, "I've remembered it all."

Upon hearing this, Gao Jianli relentlessly released his grip, allowing Liu Ju to perform a song on his own.

Then, accompanying Liu Ju's absorbed and enraptured expression, came a jarring sound. The strings emitted a chaotic melody, the rhythm fluctuating wildly, the notes pieced together haphazardly, a far cry from the melodious tune that had just played.

Gao Jianli was stunned for a moment, but he just assumed it was because he couldn't control his strength well the first time.

Then he instructed Liu Ju to try it a second time.

The harsh, discordant sounds were unpleasant to hear; it was a very realistic description.

Suspecting that Liu Ju might be joking with him, Gao Jianli made him play the piece several more times.

Each version has a different melody, completely different from the original, but the only thing they have in common is that they are all equally awful.

"Sir, how did I play?"

Meeting the young prince's clear and expectant eyes, Gao Jianli was momentarily speechless. "I'll teach you the Yi Shui Han Sword Technique."

"Did I play badly?"

Liu Ju's lips curled down, and he looked at Gao Jianli pitifully.

Gao Jianli was silent for a while, then reached out and covered his eyes with his palm, his conscience aching slightly. "That's right, but I'm better at swordsmanship."

"Big brother," Liu Ju blinked. "Since the master is being so proactive, and considering how much he likes him, I'll just agree."

“Alright, I’ll learn swordsmanship from my husband.”

It must be because his musical talent is too outstanding. Just as Li Si felt that he could not be taught the law, Mr. Gao must feel the same way.

At this moment, Gao Jianli, who was relieved, had no idea what consequences his words, spoken against his conscience, would have.

...

On the other hand, under Liu Ju's completely trusted gaze, Jing Tianming worked with boundless enthusiasm to make paper. He not only produced rough jute paper, clean and smooth rattan paper, and white paper suitable for writing, but also various kinds of precious paper with delicate texture and smooth as jade.

Therefore, at Liu Ju's urging, Jing Tianming held a paper appreciation event at the Mo Family Academy, sincerely inviting teachers and students from various academies to participate.

The paper appreciation event was indeed a grand affair, with a constant stream of people coming and going. Everyone was full of praise for paper, noting that a thin sheet of paper could replace a large roll of bamboo slips. Whether from the perspective of writing or the recording and dissemination of knowledge, the immense value of paper is evident.

Confucianism saw how to better spread its ideas, Legalism saw how to better promote the law, and the military strategists saw how to better conceal secret messages. Emperor Liu Che, as the emperor, also saw how to better strengthen imperial power.

Everyone was satisfied, so everyone praised Jing Tianming, who invented paper, and Liu Ju, who proposed the idea.

Therefore, when Liu Ju offered to play a piece for everyone at the banquet, no one refused.

Oh, Gao Jianli wanted to refuse, but before he could speak, Jing Tianming cheered and agreed, not only agreeing but also helping to move the building out.

Having such a master of the Mohist school was his good fortune.

"Next, I will play a piece called 'High Mountains and Flowing Water' for you, to commemorate the friendship between Tianming and me!"

Liu Ju sat in front of the building like a little adult. Upon hearing this, Jing Tianming clapped wildly, puffed out his chest, and looked extremely proud.

Seeing Liu Ju's impressive demeanor, Gao Jianli couldn't help but feel a little hopeful, just in case...

When Liu Ju's bamboo ruler landed on the zither, Gao Jianli closed his eyes in anguish. Thank goodness, there was no chance of anything going wrong.

Liu Ju played with great enthusiasm, while Jing Tianming's applause grew softer and softer. Liu Che's eyes on the stage became increasingly confused, and the hands of everyone holding wine glasses trembled uncontrollably. The banquet gradually quieted down, leaving only Liu Ju's erratic zither playing.

"Is this 'High Mountains and Flowing Water'?"

Jing Tianming looked at Gao Jianli with a puzzled expression.

Gao Jianli tried hard to remain composed, "How could it not be?"

The long song finally came to an end. Liu Ju opened his bright eyes and looked confidently at everyone, "How was it?"

Everyone fell silent. Liu Ju assumed they were stunned by his superb skills and looked at Gao Jianli with a proud little expression that begged for praise, "Sir, I didn't embarrass you, did I?"

Gao Jianli paused for a moment, then nodded under the incredulous gazes of the crowd. "I can tell that you and Tianming have a very deep bond."

If one's emotions are not deep, it would be difficult to endure listening to the entire song.

Completely oblivious to his subtext, Liu Ju exclaimed excitedly, "Then I'll sing another song!"

Before anyone could refuse, Liu Ju had already sat down and continued playing, supposedly Gao Jianli's famous piece, "Yangchun".

If "Yangchun" were played like this, Gao Jianli would never have become famous; if "Gaoshan Liushui" were played like this, Kuang Xiu would probably die with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

In short, it's awful!

But they couldn't do anything about the engrossed young prince, and everyone could only look at Gao Jianli with condemnation: Where is your aloofness? Where is your pride? Where is your pursuit of music?

Gao Jianli completely ignored him, remaining calm and composed. He taught swordsmanship; what did playing the zither have to do with him? He wouldn't admit it, absolutely wouldn't admit it!

If you're so capable, go and expose them!

Clearly, none of the philosophers or schools of thought in the Han Dynasty possessed this ability.

Therefore, Liu Ju firmly held the title of "musical genius" for his entire life.