Chapter 434 Baoyu's School Days 7
Can they?
They can't, right?
Yinreng looked at the longsword, which was deeply embedded in the pillar with only the hilt sticking out, then glanced at the muscular, strong scholar, and exchanged a look with Yinzhi.
Both of them saw absurdity and shock in each other's eyes.
At this moment, Jia Zhu slowly stood up, cupped his hands and bowed to the teacher at the head of the table: "What you say makes sense, Master. I have learned a lot."
"Okay, let's begin then."
The master nodded in satisfaction, stretched out his hand, and the long sword quickly returned to his hand. With a neat sword flourish, it was swiftly sheathed.
"As a Confucian disciple, one should not only persuade people with reason, but also with virtue."
Yin Zhi, a respectable scholar, couldn't help but speculate, feeling that what he was saying wasn't the conventional "reason" and "virtue."
As expected, the next sentence began with an explanation: "To persuade people with reason, one must first master physics and understand the most basic forms and laws of motion of all things; to persuade people with virtue, one must first have abundant martial virtue, and when physics is not enough to convince, there are other forces and means. Do you understand?"
"clear."
The hole in the pillar is still there; who dares to say they don't understand?
Although this was not the Confucianism they had imagined, Yinreng and Yinzhi exchanged a glance, and they became even more interested.
"Cough cough..."
Just as the two were engrossed in their studies, Jia Zhu, who was in front of them, suddenly coughed.
"I'm so sorry, I'm really not feeling well. Could you allow me to rest for a while, Master?"
Yin Zhi really wanted to say, "You're a ghost now, you're dead, how could your health be so bad?" But he still had some reservations and didn't say it.
At that moment, the candlelight not far away flickered, turning from bright yellow to eerie green in an instant, and a chilling aura began to spread throughout the room.
Feeling that it seemed darker by the window on the left, Yinreng tilted his head slightly and met the dark eyes through the small hole in the window paper.
"..." Noticing Yinreng's momentary stiffness, Yinzhi frowned and looked over, then was startled by the dark shadow and eyes reflected by the window.
What's going on here?
Just as Yinreng and Yinzhi became wary, the shadowy figure teleported to the doorway, the study door was suddenly flung open, a gust of wind blew in, and the candlelight went out.
The moonlight filtering in had a faint green tinge, illuminating the barely visible, tall, thin shadow as it roared, "Ignorant wretch! How many ancient figures do you know? How many familiar poems can you recite? And you dare to slack off!"
"Father, your son didn't! Your son didn't slack off!"
At this moment, a violent burst of Yin energy erupted from Jia Zhu's body. Yinreng quickly pulled Yin Zhi back, only to see that the spot where they had just been sitting was now covered with a layer of frost.
"You dare talk back? See how I punish you!"
"Father, did you want to kill me? No, you already have!"
Under the dim moonlight, Jia Zhu shed two lines of bloody tears, his whole body filled with resentment.
"A father-son battle?"
Yin Zhi murmured softly, then realized he had guessed wrong.
Jia Zhu, who looked like a vengeful ghost, closed his eyes and stood in front of him: "It is the father's fault if the son is not taught. Father, hit him if you want."
No, are you really that cowardly?
[Note: Student has died... The student's soul has been scattered, and the accompanying teacher will be permanently unable to open this course.]
In the darkness, Yinreng and Yinzhi exchanged a glance and understood: it was about rebelling against the old emperor.
Although they were a little annoyed that they had to stand up for Old Deng during class, they were experienced, so they just went ahead and fought!
Today, let them demonstrate how to win people over with virtue!
...
"Help me up, I can still learn—"
The others who had woken up earlier were stunned to see Yin You sitting up and shouting.
"Seventh brother..."
A group of people immediately surrounded him. Yinzhi grasped Yinyou's flailing hand and asked, "Seventh Brother, are you alright?"
Yinyou finally snapped out of his daze of studying and gave Yinsi a smile that looked more like a grimace: "What could possibly be wrong with me? I just felt the power of knowledge."
The group exchanged bewildered glances; Yin You didn't seem to be alright.
"What kind of classes does Seventh Brother take?"
Yinzhi couldn't help but ask.
"I remember it was 'I'm not afraid to go anywhere in the world'."
Yinzhen looked at Yinyou, who nodded, wiped his face, and his expression returned to normal. "The full saying is, 'Master math, physics, and chemistry, and you'll be fearless anywhere in the world.' I studied three subjects in one subject..."
As he spoke, Yin You was on the verge of tears. He finally understood why no one chose this course!
"Get some rest, there's no rush to talk."
Kangxi patted his shoulder to comfort him, then looked at Yinreng and Yinzhi, who were still asleep, and became even more worried.
I can't help but worry. When Yinzhen woke up, he started chanting "Amitabha Buddha" with such devotion that he even suspected he was going to become a monk.
When Yinzhi woke up, this bright and talented child had taken to playing with mud. The mud he made was still wet for his father, the Emperor.
When Yinqi woke up, he seemed to be fine, but as soon as Kangxi reached out, Yinqi dodged, flipped over and darted from the bed to the door. He was so fast that Kangxi was a little scared. What had he encountered inside?
Since waking up, Yinzhuo has already accidentally broken a bedpost, a teacup, a jade paperweight, and an inkstone. His strength has increased dramatically, and he is also particularly interested in his private treasury. In just three sentences, he has inexplicably given away 1,500 taels of silver.
Looking at Yinyou, who was still talking about studying after waking up, the old father Kangxi was so worried that his hair turned white.
Is this for attending classes, or for undergoing reformation?
In that instant, all the doubts he had about his sons' changes vanished. It had been so incredibly difficult; he could accept whatever they had become, as long as they survived.
Looking at the still-sleeping Yinreng and Yinzhi, Kangxi silently prayed that they would wake up soon. At this moment, he cared more about his sons' mental health than what they had learned.
"She's awake! She's awake!"
Hearing Yinzhi's shout, the crowd gathered around again.
Kangxi squeezed to the front and asked, "Baocheng, Yinzhi, are you alright?"
Yinreng and Yinzhi slowly got up, glanced at Kangxi, looked at each other, and replied with their heads down, "Your Majesty, we are fine."
It's just that I suddenly saw Kangxi and felt a little itchy to fight. It's okay, they can overcome it. This old man can't be hit.
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