This is the master of the Qing Kingdom.
Your Majesty is so beautiful, a sweet and soft older sister.
The girls all think the same thing.
The boys' thoughts were varied, and the slightly older ones dared not look directly at His Majesty.
I felt that Murong Yue was radiating light.
The younger boys thought His Majesty was truly mighty.
They had just witnessed His Majesty break an inkstone with his bare hands.
The situation was as follows, and Meng Xueyi was extremely excited, even though he kept in mind Li Xuanji's instructions to start teaching from the basics.
But he thought to himself, "This basic shouldn't be too simple, right?"
Therefore, he decided to start with traditional Chinese studies.
"The fate of the nation and its people is the emperor's heavy responsibility..."
"To know what you know, and to know what you don't know..."
His voice, with its intonation and rhythm, echoed in the students' ears.
They were also required to read aloud and write from memory at the same time.
Murong Yue held a delicate brush, like a novice painter facing a blank sheet of rice paper, unsure where to begin her first stroke.
She looked around helplessly, and finally decided to imitate the actions of the eight-year-old boy in the seat next to her, and drew her first stroke step by step.
After writing a few words, the little boy gently poked the brush into a dark stone, as if injecting new life into the brush, which instantly became fuller.
Seeing this, Murong Yue followed suit and poked it as well.
Click—
This gentle tap, however, caused the exquisite Huizhou inkstone to shatter into several pieces, just like a broken mirror, due to the loss of control over the force. The jade brush in her hand also broke in two.
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