Chapter 270 Ask Jingzhen to come to study
Baoya chatted with Yunyue in her room for a while, then wanted to go and see if her third sister had finished writing, so as not to disturb Yunyue from doing her homework.
As a result, before she left the house, there were several knocks on the door and Yunhua came.
"I'll come and see how much Yueya has written," Yunhua said. "If it's much worse, I'll stay with her for a while."
"Third sister, you underestimate me. I've finished writing it now!" Yunyue picked up the text she copied and showed it to Baoya and Yunhua.
On the snow-white rice paper, each stroke was written:
Zigong asked, "Is there a single statement that can be practiced for a lifetime?"
Confucius said: "It is 'forgiveness'! Do not do to others what you do not want done to yourself.
This is copying "The Analects of Confucius" very seriously.
"Okay, then you just write well. Baoya and I won't bother you anymore." Seeing that she was not fooling around, Yunhua pulled Baoya out.
Although Yunyue is one year older than Baoya, sometimes she is not as well-behaved and steady as Baoya.
The two of them went outside to the corridor to watch the little rabbit for a while before going back to their rooms to sleep.
The next morning, Baoya got up early as usual, packed up, had a quick meal, and went up Huya Mountain.
But this time Yun Chenglu was not with her, she was alone.
The mornings in early spring are still very cold. If you stretch out your little hands and blow out a breath, white mist will come out of your mouth.
Baoya wrapped her jacket tightly around her and quickened her pace.
From a distance, she saw Jingzhen and the lonely king waiting for her at the foot of Tiger Tooth Mountain.
"Brother Xiaojing!" She raised her little hand and waved.
Jingzhen also waved at her.
The lonely king shook his front paws, raised his neck, and let out a long cry: "Awoo!"
Baoya trotted over and leaned over to touch Gu Wang's head, "You say hello to me too."
The lonely king hummed, tilted his head and rubbed her little hand, actually acting coquettishly with her so early in the morning.
"Haha," Baoya laughed twice and went up the mountain with Jingzhen.
When the two of them walked out of the peach blossom forest, they saw Nan Xuan in the courtyard, with his sleeves rolled up, cutting bamboo with a knife.
"Master, you're back!"
Nan Xuan looked up and saw Jing Zhen leading Bao Ya into the courtyard. He snorted, "Stinky girl, did you miss me?"
Baoya scratched her head. Brother Xiaojing took her to school every day, and she could also see her elder and second brothers. She wanted to say that she had actually forgotten about Nanxuan.
Baoya grinned shyly: "I thought about it, I really thought about it."
"Tsk," Nan Xuan rolled his eyes disdainfully at her guilty look, "I see, you miss the delicious food I make more than you miss me."
"Yeah." Maybe what he said was so right, Baoya couldn't help but nodded.
Nan Xuan was helpless: "Forget it, what can I expect from you?"
"When I get old, you, Jingzhen, and Chenglu, please remember to leave me some hot meals. Don't let me starve to death."
"Master, don't worry. I won't forget. Even if you die, you will definitely die of overeating, not starvation."
Baoya's eyes sparkled and she agreed seriously.
Nan Xuan:......
Thank you so much.
Jingzhen pursed his lips and smiled secretly.
When Nan Xuan came back, he began to teach martial arts to his three little disciples step by step.
Yun Chenglu’s archery accuracy is very good now. Now he needs to improve his physical strength and practice close combat skills.
Nan Xuan counted the firewood he had chopped, just the right amount, and then began to teach him the Nine-Step Boxing and Swordsmanship as he had said before.
Jingzhen continued to practice Suichen, while Baoya practiced her dragon beard noodles.
In a blink of an eye, the sun rose high. The two rested for a while and wiped off the sweat. Then Jingzhen took Baoya down the mountain.
The two passed by the Yun family, and Jingzhen borrowed the Yun family's donkey cart as usual to send Baoya, Yunhua and Yunyue to the academy in town.
The donkey cart stopped at the gate of Yucai Academy. Jingzhen helped them carry their book baskets and told Baoya to study hard. Just as he was about to drive the cart back, Qi Mo came out of the academy.
"Good morning, Mr. Xiao Qi!"
The three little girls greeted Qi Mo in unison.
Qi Mo smiled and nodded: "Good morning."
Then, his eyes fell on Jing Zhen: "Who is this young master?"
Jingzhen's aura was too strong for him to ignore.
He had only experienced this kind of aura and this kind of feeling when he entered the palace for the test.
Jingzhen paused while stroking the donkey's fur and glanced sideways at him.
"Brother, I sent them here to study."
His voice was calm, with a hint of distance and indifference.
Qi Mo's lips moved, and he was about to say something, but Jing Zhen had already jumped onto the donkey cart with one hand, and then he flicked the whip and drove the donkey away.
His movements were smooth and fluid, as if he had done this hundreds of times, but his aura was not affected at all.
It just makes people feel that his skills are neat and nimble, and he is handsome and elegant, without any of the vulgarity that a country boy should have when driving a cart.
Qi Mo stared at the donkey cart slowly going away, and finally being submerged in the crowd on the street. He didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
"Mr. Xiao Qi?"
Someone pulled his clothes and he lowered his head. Baoya was looking up at him.
"Well," Qi Mo came back to his senses, "Let's go back to the academy."
As he walked towards the courtyard, he was still thinking about Jing Zhen: "Yun Ran, your little brother, doesn't he study?"
He could see that Jingzhen was not an ordinary child. Based on the concept of cherishing talents, he actually wanted to ask Jingzhen to come and study.
Is Brother Xiaojing studying?
Baoya tilted her head and thought about it, feeling that Jingzhen seemed to know everything.
So he said, "He knows a lot, so maybe he doesn't need to read it."
How could that be possible? A child of only twelve or thirteen could not know as much as he did, right? How could he not study?
Qi Mo: "You can ask him when you get home. If there are any difficulties at home, you can tell me and I will help him find a solution. But at such a young age, he still needs to study."
"Oh, okay." Baoya replied.
After hearing what Qi Mo said, she also wanted Brother Xiaojing to come to the academy, so that she could sit in the same room with Brother Xiaojing and attend classes.
As the four of them talked, they entered the Enlightenment Hall.
Fang Xian was still sitting in his seat reading a book, and the fat and big-eared Lin Huarong was still stuffing meat buns into his mouth.
But today, Xu Jiaojiao and Zhang Shun were late.
Xu Jiaojiao did not bring the two girls into the academy. She asked Zhang Shun to help carry her bookcase. When they arrived at the door of the Enlightenment Hall, she took it and carried it herself. Then the two of them entered the Enlightenment Hall one after the other.
Qi Mo's face looked very bad, but he forced himself not to lose his temper.
"Yunyue, Xu Jiaojiao, hand in the texts you two copied." he said.
Yunyue took out a stack of rice paper covered with words from the book basket, straightened it out, then stood up and handed it to Qi Mo.
Xu Jiaojiao also rummaged through her bookcase, and finally found a stack of papers, which she handed in as well.
Qi Mo sat upright in the front, carefully checking the punishment papers of Yun Yue and Xu Jiaojiao one by one.
After a moment, his face turned completely dark.
"Xu Jiaojiao, did you copy the 12th chapter of the Analects of Confucius, Yan Yuan, fifty times by yourself?"
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