Chapter 12
The next day.
In order to sneak in before the class started at Dongyuan, Qu Duan got up very early.
How early is it? Qu Duan looked at the time on the simulator. It was five in the morning, and Dongyuan started classes at eight.
He forced himself to finish a set of Tai Chi and then put on thick clothes.
"Ye Banban, it's already thick enough. If I wear any more, I'm going to turn into a ball."
Ye Xiaoyuan shook his head, and Wen Xiaochun also showed a look of disapproval.
"Xiaochun has found out that the school has charcoal fires and needs frequent ventilation. Your Highness doesn't have a charcoal basin nearby, so you should wear more clothes. Otherwise, what if you get a fever like before? Although we have some medicinal herbs in stock, getting sick is always..."
Qu Watanabe raised his hands in surrender.
He had no mother in his previous life, but in this life he met a male mother.
He put on the last layer with such difficulty that he had difficulty even looking down at his feet, and only then was he let go.
The master and his servants went out together.
A quarter of an hour ago, Yi Twelve had just dozed off for a while when he heard some noise in Ju'an Hall.
He pinched himself immediately and became alert.
Soon, he saw Ye Xiaoyuan and Wen Xiaochun starting to get busy in the kitchen, preparing hot water and snacks. They also packed up a newly sewn cross-body bag and stuffed all the things into it.
B12:?
His sleepy eyes opened wide.
The two men entered the hall again. Yi Twelve flew onto the roof, lifted a tile and looked down.
The lights were on in the room. The little prince was practicing Tai Chi on the bed with a stern face. He was so sleepy that his head dropped, but he still managed to finish the exercise.
B12:? ?
After finishing Tai Chi in a hurry and seeing his remaining lifespan increase by +1, Qu Watanabe was covered with thick clothes again, packed his books, bit a piece of dessert and drank some warm water.
While he was eating, Ye Xiaoyuan covered him with a cotton cloak, completely covering him, then picked him up and held him in his arms and handed him to Wen Xiaochun.
Wen Xiaochun hurried out of the hall carrying the child like a thief.
Ye Xiaoyuan followed beside him with his small package.
He actually wanted to walk by himself, but the way was too long. He was as short as a winter melon and his legs were short. It was difficult for him to step over the threshold. He didn't know how long he would be able to reach the destination by himself.
Nestled in Wen Xiaochun's arms, Qu Dubian was not idle either.
He was flipping through the enlightenment books he had found from somewhere, one was "Three Character Classic" and the other was "Thousand Character Classic".
The Qu royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty never existed in his world, but he didn't expect that the enlightenment book was the same.
The characters printed inside were probably variants of traditional Chinese characters. He took a quick look and, based on his memory of the Three Character Classic from his previous life, he could roughly guess what they meant.
Qu Dubian has a very good memory. He can’t say that he has a photographic memory, but if he wants to memorize something, he can remember it after reading it two or three times.
He just didn't memorize the Three Character Classic and Thousand Character Classic completely. In the past, compulsory education did not require memorizing the entire text, so he only remembered half of it.
Even if they could recite it, they would recite it according to the pronunciation of modern Chinese, which was far from the pronunciation of the official language of the Zhou Dynasty, which seemed to be in the Middle Chinese period[1].
Moreover, the dynasties were different, and the meaning of the words might also be different from his memories of his previous life. These barely matched up were not enough to support his writing about his experience with the disease.
But it's not a big deal.
Ask someone to teach him to read it two or three times and explain the meaning. With his body's original memory of the pronunciation, he can remember it almost perfectly.
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Six Palaces in East Garden.
Qu Dubian and his two servants avoided the guards and sneaked in through the dog hole on the other side.
The agile Wen Xiaochun was the first to climb into the school. No one was there at this time, but the lights had been turned on.
He opened the window, leaned out, reached out to carry Qu Dubian in, and then took the small package handed to him by Ye Xiaoyuan.
Naturally, there was no place for Qu Dubian in the school, so he hid under the tutor's desk - the big table was covered with light blue brocade and was tightly covered all around, so it was more than enough to hide a small child.
Qu Dubian went inside and took his small package. He was under three years old and could not see the emperor. He could not get in touch with the literate palace maids for a while, so he could only learn to read in this way in secret.
"Xiaochun, you and Ye Banban can rest assured, I won't be discovered." Although someone was already watching secretly, he tried his best not to be discovered by others.
Wen Xiaochun responded and reminded: "There are snacks in the package, please eat when you are hungry, little prince."
Qu Watanabe: "Well, you guys should remember to eat too."
He urged: "Go quickly, don't be discovered."
No one would really feel comfortable leaving such a small child here alone. Wen Xiaochun wanted to say something, but his ears moved and he heard footsteps outside.
He had no choice but to say, "Then I will leave first. If you are discovered and someone embarrasses you, just reveal your identity. It doesn't matter."
"Um."
Wen Xiaochun walked lightly, climbed out the window swiftly, landed silently, and closed the window as well.
Qu Watanabe lowered the curtain of the table, feeling a little envious of Xiaochun's skills, and then thinking of Yi Shijiu's ability to hide.
Now the other princes and teachers haven't arrived yet, he poked the simulator: [Does this world have inner strength?]
Simulator: [Yes.]
"!!"
Qu Dubian's impression of internal strength is still stuck on the wire flying around in the film and television city.
Which Chinese person doesn’t have a dream of being a martial arts hero?
He quickly asked: [Can I learn?]
Simulator: [The host is too weak, so the only thing he can learn for now is Tai Chi.]
That means I can learn it later, that's fine, after all, if you want to do anything well, it's most important to lay a solid foundation. But thinking about this, a question popped up, and he poked the simulator again:
[So what is the point of this martial arts card-checking thing? Aren’t you a disease simulator?]
The simulator gives a very realistic answer:
[The simulator can prevent the host's body from being harmed by the simulated disease, but the upper limit of the damage that can be prevented is the limit at which the host's body is on the verge of collapse.
Therefore, the simulator will formulate martial arts training programs based on the host's physical data, increase the host's physical endurance limit, and unlock more diseases. Only in this way can it be ensured that the host's body will not collapse when experiencing more diseases.]
“…”
Qu Duanbian fell into deep thought.
I was just asking casually, but I didn't expect there was a reason behind it.
This rule is a mandatory protection for simulator users.
After all, although his soul is nineteen years old now, his body is only two years old. If he suffers from too serious an illness, the body of this cub will only face collapse after the simulator reaches the upper limit of damage exemption.
Quite reasonable.
But...what's the difference between this and those evil capitalists who formulate training plans for their employees with the ultimate goal of squeezing more value out of their employees?
Qu Watanabe: "What about making friends? It has nothing to do with experiencing illness."
Simulator: [Disease is disease after all. Even if it is an experience, it will cause some discomfort to some sensitive hosts. Over time, psychological problems may arise.
There is no cure for spontaneously occurring psychological problems.
Setting a high life value reward can make the host actively make friends, and like-minded friends can make the host happy physically and mentally, reducing the occurrence of mental illness. ]
Qu Watanabe was confused: "Didn't you consider the possibility that the host is socially anxious?"
Simulator: [……]
The simulator was stuck for a while: [This situation has been recorded.]
Qu Watanabe: "Where are the prizes for checking in for fifteen days? Can the elixir be drawn as well?"
[The prizes for the lucky draw after practicing martial arts for 15 days, the physical rewards will not exceed the current development status of the host's world. If the host likes it after using it up, the host can purchase it with the remaining life value in the backpack.]
The child under the table couldn't help but open his eyes wide.
All the attention to psychological issues is just empty talk. The goal of the simulator host is to cultivate a worker who lives a long life and has a good attitude.
And what's the difference between this card draw reward and the sweet treats that game planners gave out in their previous lives to entice players to spend money? There really is no such thing as free breakfast, lunch, or dinner.
The life value earned by the simulator is spent on the simulator again. The simulator not only harvests labor but also harvests a wave of "money", achieving a perfect cycle of internal consumption.
Qu Duanbian couldn't help rubbing his arms.
He is still a two-year-old child! Evil capitalist.
Outside, palace maids pushed open the door of the school and placed charcoal braziers next to each low table.
"The gentleman who comes to the academy today, is it Master Fang's turn?"
"Yes, among the three gentlemen, only Master Fang likes to be spanked the most. I wonder how many princes will be spanked today."
"By the way, sisters, do you know why Mr. Xi asked for leave?" The little palace maid who asked this question blushed a little embarrassedly.
The other palace maids around her immediately gave her a sidelong look: "Be careful when you're working in the palace, don't say things you shouldn't!" Then they lowered their voices to share gossip, "I heard that Mr. Xi's concubine gave birth to a son a few years ago, and recently gave birth to a daughter. Not long after, she died. I don't know how she got involved with the wife... Anyway, the family is not peaceful, so Mr. Xi took a few days off to take care of household affairs."
The young palace maid was surprised: "Mr. Xi is a very upright and honest man, how could there be unrest in his harem?"
"In fact, it's all bad fate. Mr. Xi didn't want to marry his concubine. This matter caused quite a big fuss at the time. You came to the palace late. I will explain it to you in detail after I get off duty today."
They spoke in low voices and moved in an orderly manner. After putting down the charcoal brazier, they tiptoed out, leaving Qu Watanabe feeling secretly regretful, with a little cat's claws scratching his heart.
Damn, it’s really immoral to leave halfway through gossip!
Fortunately, not long after the palace maid left, the princes who came to the school for classes arrived one after another.
Excluding Qu Dubian, there are now six princes in the Great Zhou.
The eldest prince is thirteen years old, the second prince is twelve years old, and the third prince is eleven years old. These three princes are older and came earlier.
Qu Dubian unpacked his small package, took out charcoal pencils, paper and the Three Character Classic from it, while listening to the princes talking outside.
He was deeply moved after hearing this. People in ancient times matured precociously. Some got married and had children at the age of thirteen or fourteen. The ancient royal family was even more precocious. They had already started playing tricks when modern people were still playing skipping rope.
The eldest prince said, "If you are not in good health, just take good care of yourself. You pretend to cough all day long, but you come to the school earlier than anyone else. Isn't it just to make the teacher praise you for your diligence in front of the emperor?"
The Third Prince was a little thin, and he smiled bitterly when he heard this: "Brother, you misunderstood me. I just think that study is more important, not just for the praise of the emperor."
As he said this, he was about to stand up and apologize.
The second prince stretched out his hand to stop the third prince's arm and said, "Third brother, why do you have to do this? I just feel sorry for your weakness. We are all brothers. If you bow down, won't I be labeled as jealous of my brothers?"
The third prince apologized: "I am stupid and didn't think of this. Then I won't apologize. Big brother won't mind, right?"
"you--"
The eldest prince felt inexplicably aggrieved. It was always like this every time, as if someone had bullied him, even though they had only had a few words of argument.
"Okay, okay, stop arguing."
After all, Qu Watanabe had made it through a talent show in his previous life, so he was fully aware of the subtext contained in these conversations.
It’s just that the Third Prince’s tea making quality is not very good, he is still too young.
Qu Watanabe put away the charcoal pencils, paper and books, and began to nibble on the cake silently. It was a bit choking, so he used his little front teeth to nibble on it bit by bit.
I got up too early today and only had time to prepare some snacks to avoid going hungry.
There were footsteps outside again.
Three other younger princes also came.
The fourth prince and the fifth prince are both five years old, and the sixth prince has just turned four.
"The three royal brothers are doing well." said the three little guys.
"All right, please sit down." The second prince said gently.
The eldest prince and the third prince stopped talking, nodded, greeted their younger brothers, and sat in their seats.
The three of them are fast learners and their seats are in the right row.
The three younger brothers were not as good at studying as their older brothers, so they sat in the left row.
The princes' personal eunuchs stood side by side at the back of the school.
After a while, Master Fang walked into the school holding a ruler in one hand and a book in the other.
He was about forty or fifty years old, with a black and white beard. He had a kind smile on his face and did not look at all as vicious as the palace maids described.
Looking around the hall, Master Fang stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Very good, no one is late today."
All six princes, big and small, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Close all your books and ask questions before class. The scope of the lecture is the content covered last time. There will be punishment if you can't recite it." The old man's voice was slightly playful.
The princes gasped immediately and the sound of them hurriedly flipping through the pages of the book was very obvious.
Master Fang squinted his eyes and said, "You are not allowed to flip through the book. If you do, it will be considered a failure in asking the question."
Under the desk.
Qu Watanabe's pupils trembled and he quietly swallowed a mouthful of cake.
Sure enough, students of any era cannot escape the fear of being dominated by their teachers.
The door of the school was closed, and the voice of Master Fang muttering could be faintly heard.
Yi Twelve hid in the bushes outside, dodging the bird droppings falling from the sky. He lowered his head blankly and mechanically, drawing a child crawling through a dog hole and climbing up a desk on a piece of paper.
I never dreamed that this simple field work of collecting materials and painting would instantly be upgraded to follow-up reporting work.
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