What?
You can only leave after reciting both poems from the Book of Songs?
Who are you trying to make things difficult for?
Her body may be three years old, but her soul has been educated for over a decade!
Isn't it just "Guan Ju" and "Jian Jia"?
She learned it in junior high! Although she can't recite the whole poem now, it's such a classic poem. She'll be able to recite it after reading it a few times!
Yuan Yao rolled up her sleeves and glared at Yun Chan angrily: "Do you believe I'll memorize it all for you today?"
Yun Chan stood by the desk with no expression on her face.
At this moment, Xie Zhi, who had finished packing, called out loudly, "Xiao Yao'er, school's over, are you coming or not?"
Yuan Yao said with a pained expression, "I still have to memorize my lessons..."
"The Book of Songs?" Xie Zhi craned his neck and glanced at Yun Chan: "Can't we memorize it slowly?"
Yun Chan pursed her lips and remained silent.
Seeing this, Xie Zhi braced his hands on his desk, flipped over, and came to stand in front of Yuan Yao. He said to Yun Chan, "I say, Prince Yun, although the teacher has assigned this task to you, look, little Yao is only three years old, so you don't need to be so serious."
"I escorted Xiao Yao'er back to the palace. On the way back, I asked her if she could do it?"
“No.” Yun Chan said coldly.
Enraged, Xie Zhi immediately rolled up his sleeves and said, "This young master is taking her away today, what are you going to do about it?"
Upon hearing this, Yun Chan glanced at Xie Zhi and asked, "Can the young master recite the poem 'Jianjia' from memory?"
Xie Zhi laughed in anger: "Yun Chan, you win!"
He not only couldn't recite it from memory, but he couldn't even memorize it completely.
In fact, children from families with slightly better financial conditions would start being taught to read and write by tutors as early as two or three years old.
As for the Book of Songs and similar texts, even parents would teach them to recite them.
But who is Xie Zhi?
His father, the Prince of Pingnan, led troops into battle every day. He grew up in the military camp. Every day, besides having him practice martial arts, he was taken up the mountain to catch birds and down the river to catch fish.
He was really not good at reading...
Xie Zhi ruffled Yuan Yao's hair and said, "Little Yao, I'm off now. You better study hard!"
After saying this, he fled the school as if he were escaping.
Soon, everyone in the school left.
Yuan Yao glanced at the books on the table, straightened her small frame, and said to Yun Chan, "Let's begin!"
Yun Chan moved a stool and sat down at Yuan Yao's desk, her slender and beautiful little hands turning the pages of the book: "Guan Guan cry the ospreys, on the islet in the river."
His voice was like a gently flowing stream, clear and pleasant to hear.
Yuan Yao cupped her face in her hands and lazily recited, "Guan Guan cry the ospreys, on the islet in the river."
Yun Chan then recited the next line: "A fair maiden is the object of a gentleman's affections."
Yuan Yao: "A fair maiden is the object of a gentleman's affections..."
Ah, I'm so hungry and sleepy.
Why is she being stared at by a child while reciting love poems?
Yuan Yao yawned and rubbed her eyes.
At this moment, Yun Chan frowned: "Yuan Yao."
Yuan Yao immediately perked up: "Here!"
Yun Chan held the book in one hand and slammed her hand on her desk with the other: "Concentrate."
“Oh…” Yuan Yao came back to her senses.
Yun Chan seemed somewhat dissatisfied with her perfunctory attitude: "If you are unwilling to learn from me, I will go and find the teacher to have someone else supervise you."
Should we get someone else?
Looking across the entire school, besides Yun Chan, who else seems like a top student?
Xie Zhi?
Forget it, he hasn't even figured out "Jianjia" himself!
Lin Xuan?
Yuan Yao felt that she might not have even memorized a single line of the book before she was already fighting with Lin Xuan...
Shivering, Yuan Yao said sincerely, "Yun Chan, you teach very well, I like it very much! I will learn from you!"
Yun Chan's furrowed brows finally relaxed: "Since you're learning from me, you should be more serious."
It took Yun Chan about five minutes to teach the poem "Guan Ju" word by word, and then he turned the page.
Yuan Yao called out to him, "Yun Chan, I can recite it now!"
Yun Chan: "?"
Yuan Yao slammed the book shut and began reciting in a childish voice, "Guan Guan Jujiu..."
In one breath, he memorized the entire poem "Guan Ju" word for word.
“You…” Yun Chan’s face, which was usually cold and expressionless, finally showed a slight hint of surprise.
"Did I memorize it wrong?" Yuan Yao tilted her head and looked at him with a smug expression.
Yun Chan was slightly taken aback: "How come you... learned it in just one take?"
He has met many people with good memories.
This was the first time he had ever seen someone recite the Book of Songs after only one reading.
Moreover... Yuan Yao is only three years old...
Seeing Xiao Bie's surprised and curious expression, yet her restraint in not asking, Yuan Yao felt quite smug.
However, she would never tell Xiao Bie Niu that she had been able to memorize this for ten years!
If I told her, she'd be treated like a monster!
Yuan Yao clutched the book and urged, "Yun Chan, hurry up and teach me the next chapter!"
Yun Chan opened the book, her voice clear: "The reeds are green, the dew is white as frost..."
He would read a sentence, and Yuan Yao would read it back.
After reading it once, Yuan Yao scratched her head, looking somewhat conflicted.
Yun Chan asked, "Will you carry it?"
What's the point of carrying it?!
This is a bit difficult to read.
Yuan Yao grabbed her hair and said angrily, "Let me watch it again!"
After speaking, she leaned on the desk and read it quickly, over and over again.
After reading it twice, she closed the book and recited it smoothly in one go.
Afterwards, Yun Chan said coldly, "You recited it very well. We'll have a dictation test another day. Pack up, let's go."
Yuan Yao blinked and teased him deliberately, "Brother Yun Chan, don't you think Yao'er is especially smart?"
Yun Chan...brother?
In an instant, Yun Chan's ears turned bright red.
His hands, hanging limply, gripped the hem of his clothes tightly, then relaxed: "It's getting late, let's hurry!"
After speaking, he picked up the book and walked out.
She's a little shy and awkward!
Yuan Yao didn't miss the red mark on the tip of his ear.
After tidying up her desk, Yuan Yao looked up and saw Yun Chan standing by the door waiting for her, the redness on her ears still lingering.
Yuan Yao walked to his side and said happily, "Brother Yun Chan, let's go!"
Yun Chan: "...Don't call me that."
"Hahaha!" Yuan Yao held her little belly and laughed happily.
His shy and awkward demeanor is just so adorable!
Upon exiting the Academy of International Studies, a modest and unassuming horse-drawn carriage was parked at the entrance.
Yuan Yao asked in confusion, "Brother Yun Chan, did you change carriages?"
“…No!” Yun Chan said, her face flushed.
As the two were talking, the carriage curtain was lifted, revealing a slender and beautiful hand.
Yuan Yao exclaimed joyfully, "Father!"
The Ninth Prince beckoned to her: "Come here."
After speaking, he glanced coldly at Yun Chan.
Yun Chan bowed respectfully and said, "Your Excellency, the Ninth Prince."
The Ninth Prince nodded, reached out and pulled Yuan Yao into his arms, asking, "Why are you so late?"
Yuan Yao obediently explained the situation.
After listening, the Ninth Prince smiled and said, "You and your mother are both very intelligent and have good memories."
Yuan Yao snuggled into his arms, blinking her big eyes pitifully, "Does that mean Yao'er doesn't resemble Daddy?"
The Ninth Prince pinched the bun on her head with his fingers and said patiently, "You, except for not being as good-looking as me, are just like me in every way."
Yuan Yao was content, nestled in the arms of the Ninth Prince: "Then, handsome father, where are you taking Yao'er?"
This road is not the road back to the palace!
The Ninth Prince narrowed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips: "Guess."
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