Chapter 65
Six Palaces in East Garden.
The eldest prince has turned sixteen and has submitted his examination paper. All he needs to do before he can officially graduate from the academy is pass the review.
Whether it was Master Fang, Master Xi, or the other teachers who were teaching in between, they all finally breathed a sigh of relief.
at this time.
Taifu Fang and Master Xi were correcting the answers of the princes who were being evaluated for excellence in the side hall.
The second and third princes are one answer sheet, and Princess Zhiyi and the fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh princes are another answer sheet.
Although this time the main focus was on the eldest prince, they also gave a copy to the other princes as a companion for the exam.
"The eldest prince's performance is just passable," Master Fang frowned, "but his study partner should have helped him a lot. Whether he is allowed to leave the palace and build his own residence, your and my opinions are very important. Lord Xi, what do you think?"
Master Xi: "Does Master Fang want to teach him for another year?"
Taifu Fang: "..."
Fang Taifu: "You can't lie with your eyes open. How about this? You and I will write down our evaluations, and let His Majesty decide whether we can leave the palace and build a mansion."
Master Xi: “Yes.”
After they finished the eldest prince's answer sheet, they did not relax too much when they looked at the other princes' answers. When they turned to the seventh prince's, Master Fang read it over and over again.
Master Xi: "What's wrong with the seventh prince's answer?"
He took a quick glance and saw that the handwriting on the answer sheet was flat and plain, without any special features and a little clumsy, which showed that the writer had not practiced much.
But the Seventh Prince falls ill almost once a month, so we should be thankful that he can grow up safely. It is already pretty good that his handwriting is like this.
In the past six months, the Seventh Prince has fallen in love with music and dancing, and His Majesty has not said that he is not doing his job properly.
Master Fang: "The Seventh Prince's accuracy in his previous answers has always been average."
But there are always a few traces of erasures on each answer sheet.
This time too.
He looked at the wrong question on the test paper. The Seventh Prince dipped a brush into ink and drew a line on it, covering up his original answer.
Re-answer below, the answer is wrong.
Master Fang turned the answer sheet over and held it towards the sunlight outside. The warm light made the ink on the paper clearly visible in different layers.
Because the eldest prince was going out of the palace to build a mansion and answer questions, the paper used by all the princes this time was the same as the eldest prince, specially made gold-layered Xuan paper.
The words written in the same place at different times will have different depths of ink after the sunlight penetrates, and at most three layers can be distinguished.
When he was young, he was in charge of the Five Military Commandery, and Master Fang was very familiar with this kind of special royal paper that could be used for communications.
After looking at the sunlight for a while, Master Fang raised his eyebrows slightly.
Master Xi: "What's wrong?"
Master Fang stroked his beard and said, "Nothing, just keep reading. There is a mistake on the paper, I will explain it to him later."
He folded up the seventh prince's answer sheet and put it into his sleeve.
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Martial arts arena.
The sun is warm.
Under the mottled shadows of the trees, a child was lying on a hammock, his face covered with a copy of "The Analects of Confucius", his hands behind his head, swaying leisurely.
Qu Dubian closed his eyes and read the martial arts novel in his mind: "...This is Han Yue's first battle since he came down the mountain. He only used one palm to knock away the white-haired lute player who was ranked 58th on the knight ranking list."
"The plucked harp player once said that whoever defeated him in one move would be his servant from then on. Now Han Yue defeated him, and he sighed that he would eventually grow old. He was about to keep his oath and worship Han Yue as his master, but Han Yue said, 'The world's ups and downs were created by our generation, and time will pass quickly once we enter the martial arts world.' Even if a person grows old at heart, the martial arts world in his heart will never grow old."
"The lute player looked at Han Yue deeply, and the two drank together under the moon. Han Yue did not ask the lute player to recognize his master, but he gained his first friend in the martial arts world..."
Yi Twelve on the treetop listened attentively and wrote as he listened.
The little boss on the hammock finished this part and fell silent, as if he had fallen asleep. Yi Twelve waited patiently, and after a few seconds, he heard a sentence: "This chapter ends. If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next chapter."
Qu Dubian uncovered the book on his face and smiled at the dark figure squatting on the tree.
Ever since he knew that Yi Twelve was particularly interested in the dialogue book, he began to tell him the martial arts novel in his mind bit by bit, which was much more exciting than the existing scripts in Da Zhou.
With just a few words, Liu Liu was able to be persuaded to work overtime voluntarily.
With his unremitting efforts, Yishier's favorability has risen to 36.
Yi Twelve jumped down from the tree.
This is the backyard of the martial arts arena, and basically no one comes here, so it has become a secret base for him and Qu Watanabe to tell stories.
He also took the initiative to install a hammock here - exactly the same as the one in Qu Watanabe's bedroom.
I don't know where he found it.
He tried his best to make his boss feel more comfortable telling stories here.
He was still wearing the mask, with no expression on his face, but Qu Watanabe could tell that he meant "I haven't heard enough".
"I'm going to the Cining Palace later. I've made an appointment with the concubines. I'll tell you more next time."
B12 nodded: "Do you need more flowers?"
Qu Watanabe: “Not this time.”
I don’t know where Liuliu got her special ability from, but she can always get him flowers as quickly as possible.
He left the martial arts arena and went to the Cining Palace.
After three years of sending flowers and visiting the concubines, he has become very familiar with the concubines here.
There was no simulator to increase his favorability points; he came here on his own initiative.
In the beginning, he just brought these old ladies in, but he felt sorry for them, so he later turned this place into a nursing home.
He is the volunteer who often comes to the nursing home.
With sincerity in return, the four concubines in the Cining Palace gradually became kind to this little one who often visited them.
There is nothing that can be plotted against them. For those people whose shoulders are covered with dirt, it is rare for someone in the deep palace to care about them.
However--
Concubine Liang was in the palace, looking at the dozen musicians from the music troupe outside. The musicians were playing sparsely, and the style of the music was completely different from what they often heard in the Great Zhou.
She and three older sisters stood around and looked on, "What are you doing?"
"I don't know, the sound sounds a bit strange."
Zhiyi held the music score and stood on the stage in front to direct the musicians, "Yes, the high pitch over there, just a little bit lower... This feels right."
She often comes here with Qu Dubian. Now she is almost nine years old. She has been studying in school for more than three years. Her timid and shy character has gradually faded away, and her every move reflects the cleverness and liveliness of a little girl.
Concubine Liang shouted through the window: "Zhiyi, what is the Seventh Prince going to do?"
Zhiyi turned her head and said, "I don't know either. Xiaoqi will be here soon, and I will help him train."
As he was talking, Qu Dubian led Dahei leisurely into the gate of Cining Palace, "Sister, how is the training going?"
Zhiyi jumped down and patted Dahei's head with a smile: "I practiced according to the music you gave me several times."
"Okay," Qu Dubian waved towards the hall, "Ladies, come out."
Concubine Liang, Concubine Zhou and four others came out and stood in the courtyard. Nanny Su also came out to see what the Seventh Prince was going to do by preparing so many musicians.
Ever since the incident of Princess Zhiyi refusing to learn the rules for women three years ago, the Seventh Prince has become a frequent visitor to the Cining Palace.
Concubine Liang, who had been ill for a long time, felt better every day when she saw the flowers sent to her. After two or three years of recuperation, she was able to walk.
Later, Princess Zhiyi also came. Today she asked the dowager concubine to teach her how to embroider a flower. Tomorrow she asked the dowager concubine to help look after the flowers raised by Concubine Xuan. The day after tomorrow, the Seventh Prince came to tell stories to the dowager concubines, or he had made His Majesty angry and came here to hide.
The lifeless Cining Palace no longer exists, and sometimes Nanny Su even feels it is noisy.
Qu Dubian stood on the stage, with her hands behind her back, "If you want to live a long and healthy life, what's the secret? It's exercise! Only by moving more can you sweat, and sweating is the detoxification. Grandmas, if you don't go out and don't exercise, you will definitely get sick more often."
"Today I will teach you a set of dances. If you stick to it, it will definitely help you improve your physical fitness."
The vocabulary he used was advanced and the concubines were confused, but after all they had been living with the Seventh Prince for two or three years and were used to the strange words that came out of his mouth, so they could barely guess his general idea.
Concubine Liang: "Dancing?" She couldn't help laughing, "At our age, are we still dancing? Wouldn't that make us a laughing stock?"
Concubine Zhou also said: "Yes, they are all young girls dancing. I'm afraid we can't do it."
Qu Watanabe: "Please take a look first."
He clapped his hands.
Ye Xiaoyuan and Xin Qing stood on the stage together.
Qu Watanabe came to the side of the musicians and said, "Before, I asked you to play separately, now you need to play together, don't make any mistakes~"
Musicians: "Yes, Your Highness."
They are too skilled to make mistakes in this regard.
He clapped his hands: "Music, go--"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It's not too exciting, but the music with a strong sense of rhythm can lift people's spirits.
Qu Dubian had performed on stage in his previous life, so he had some basic skills in choreography. Taking into account the current situation, he tested the dance he choreographed in Shunning Palace for a month, making sure that Empress Xuan, Empress Guo, and everyone else in the palace could dance it, before he moved it to Cining Palace.
Qu Watanabe: "This dance is called square dance."
Concubine Liang and the other three were stunned.
They thought it was weird the first time they watched it.
When they watched it the second time, they found it quite interesting.
By the third time, I had already started to move along unconsciously.
Anyway, they are all old women, and no one will say anything if they do some weird things in their own palace.
Qu Dubian threw a peanut to him, opened his mouth and bit it, his eyes curved.
Not bad, not bad.
It is always better to move around than to stay stuck in the house all the time. If it can make the old concubines in the Cining Palace healthier and have happier life in their old age, the effort he has put in in the past few months, such as looking for music troupes to help compose music, selecting people, listening to music and choosing songs, is not in vain.
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The other side.
The prince's residence.
Ever since the answer sheet was handed in, the eldest prince began to feel anxious.
I couldn't help pacing back and forth.
"I don't know what the teachers will say. The eldest prince's palace has been repaired. What if, what if it doesn't pass, and I can't leave the palace, the third brother will laugh at me to death."
Dou Shun, the companion, said, "Don't worry, Your Highness. Under normal circumstances, I will not fail. I heard that the answer sheet has been delivered to His Majesty. You just need to wait for the news."
The eldest prince was sixteen years old. In the past three years, he had grown rapidly in height. His body looked strong due to his martial arts training. His face was very heroic, and his facial features were strong. He looked more like he was twenty-six than sixteen.
He said worriedly, "I am worried because my father is reviewing me. He has never thought highly of my studies since I was a child."
Dou Shun, the companion, thought for a moment and said, "The Seventh Prince often goes to the Purple Palace. If you want to know the result in advance, you can ask him to ask. Or you can ask the Seventh Prince to say a few good words for you."
The eldest prince fell into deep thought: "Xiao Qi..."
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