Chapter One Thousand Five Hundred and Sixty Seven Royal Women's Academy
During the morning court, Zhu Biao announced that he would open an academy in the palace.
Sure enough, all the officials suddenly burst into cheers.
"Opening an academy in the palace? This has never been heard of since ancient times."
"Who says it's not the case? These students are all grown men. How can the Imperial Palace allow students to come and go as they please?"
Zhu Biao spread his hands and pressed down, and the noise just now disappeared instantly.
"My dear friends, please don't misunderstand me. This academy will not recruit students."
"If you don't recruit students? Then what's the point of opening this academy?"
"Exactly, exactly"
Suddenly, the noise was louder than before.
"Quiet!" Seeing that the voices of the ministers were getting louder and louder, Wang Yue suddenly stood up and waved his fly whisk.
After the ministers had calmed down, Han Du continued, "Many of my dear friends have rich families, so why not send them to the palace and be taught by the Queen herself?"
The ministers were overjoyed when they heard this. As the Queen, as long as they have taught their daughter, when they get married in the future, they can justifiably say that their daughter is the Queen's student and was carefully taught by the Queen. No matter how high she is,
Even if she has a high family status, she will marry because there is no one with a higher family status in the world than the Queen. Of course no one will refuse something with such great benefits.
"My Emperor's Holy Ming~"
A few days later, when the Dashan Hall was cleared, Han Jingyun announced that the people could be sent here.
So, early the next morning, when the sun shone through the thin mist on the cement streets, horse-drawn carriages in the capital came out of the houses of many dignitaries, waving the melodious tinkling of copper bells, and rushed towards the palace.
.Enter from Dong'an Gate and go straight into the Dashan Hall.
Royal College for Girls!
There is a pitch-black plaque, with dragons and phoenixes engraved on it are the words "Royal Women's Academy" in large gilt letters, and this is written by Zhu Biao himself.
Han Jingyun came to the Dashan Hall early to wait. From today on, she is the master of this academy, so she naturally wants to see what her students are like.
"Meet the Queen~"
Han Jingyun was very satisfied with the few officials and daughters who came down first. These girls were all about fourteen or fifteen years old. They looked well-educated and sensible. It was obvious that the family had hired a teacher to teach them carefully.
Han Jingyun likes students like this the most. Although their knowledge may not be as good as the students of the Royal Academy, they still have no problem if they can write and calculate.
But immediately, the people who came down made Han Jingyun frown. The few people who came down just now were all women from noble families. Although these people also saluted her respectfully, Han Jingyun could clearly see that they
not well taught
.Some people even wear girdles, cloth strips on their arms and calves, and even short clothes. When they walk, they look thick and thick. If you just look at the way they walk, it's not like they are tall at all.
You can't tell that they are a group of women, but more like a group of soldiers.
Han Jingyun said that he was an official, and of course he was not interested in wielding swords or guns. Now that he saw this scene, he couldn't help but yelled, "Give me to put back all those things on you. Are you here to study or to practice martial arts?"
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Several people were scolded by the Queen and quickly lowered their heads and removed all the martial arts items from their bodies.
Fortunately, here besides the palace maids, there are also eunuchs. Even if the clothes are a little messy, it doesn't matter.
Han Jingyun weakly stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and said with a headache, "Go, get all the clothes you prepared and give them to them."
"yes."
After the female officer left, Han Jingyun turned back and continued to look at the women who came to the Dashan Hall one after another.
When she saw a little girl about eight years old jumping out of the carriage, veins popped up on her forehead and she couldn't bear it anymore.
He walked up quickly and asked seriously, "How old are you?"
The little girl looked at the person in front of her in confusion, feeling very
pretty.
The female official on the side saw her dumbfounded and quickly signaled, "This is the Queen, why don't you pay your respects quickly?"
The little girl came back to her senses and stuck her butt out, "Greetings, empress~"
Her milky voice was endearing, and the anger in Han Jingyun's heart immediately dissipated after these words.
"Tell me, how old are you this year?"
"Reply to my wife, I am nine years old."
He is only nine years old, so he is only eight years old. Han Jingyun thought helplessly.
An eight-year-old child in an official's home is just the age when he has just started to learn. No need to ask Han Jingyun to know that this child must not be literate yet.
Does this mean that I regard my academy as a private school? Han Jingyun raised his eyebrows.
"Aunt~"
At this moment, a familiar child's voice came.
Han Jingyun instinctively raised his head to look around, and immediately saw Han Yingluo running towards her in large strides.
Seeing that Han Yingluo's walking posture was no different from that of a man, Han Jingyun frowned and scolded, "Are you practicing martial arts again?"
What's the matter with your father that he doesn't care about you?"
Han Yingluo was so frightened that she quietly stuck out her tongue, and quickly went up to save her aunt's arm and began to shake it. "Aunt, I miss you the most. As soon as I heard that I could see my aunt today, I got up before dawn."
As she said this, Han Yingluo's eyes flashed and she looked at her aunt with watery eyes.
Han Jingyun silently raised his head to look at the sky. Although the sun has not risen to its highest point yet, it has risen halfway. The Han Mansion is close to the palace. If this niece really got up before dawn, she should be better than the first one.
You have to arrive much earlier.
Han Jingyun shook his head slightly, not bothering to expose her.
Han Yingluo's temperament is very similar to that of Han Du. Both of them would not get up until midnight. Moreover, Han Du had hired a teacher for her a long time ago, but she was completely pissed off. A heirloom of poetry and calligraphy
My daughter, instead of reading and writing poems, became obsessed with dancing with swords and guns. What's going on?
In this regard, Han Du taught Han Yingluo a lesson more than once. He accused her of why she didn't study hard and instead carried a knife, bow and arrow on her body all day long?
Han Yingluo said plausibly, "I am the daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo. Of course I will inherit my father's ability to march and fight." .??.
When Han Du heard this, he cried bitterly and looked around for a cane. But when Han Du held the cane high and was about to pull it off, Han Yingluo raised her face and hit me.
The posture that hurts your heart.
"What evil did I commit in my last life?" In the end, Han Du was still reluctant to beat his little lover.
Without Han Du's restraint, Han Yingluo completely let herself go.
This time, Han Du proposed that the girl should teach the daughters of many princes and ministers, and he may not have wanted to let the girl teach Han Yingluo a good lesson.
"Aunt~"
"Farewell aunt, as aunt is called, in the women's school, you have to call me Mr. Bengong." Han Jingyun looked at his niece's lazy aura, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.
There are more than a hundred people who come to the women's academy. Among them, except for the daughters of civil servants who meet Han Jingyun's requirements, the other daughters of noble nobles are exactly the same as Han Yingluo. They always look sad when they talk about studying.
How can this be done? Looking at the niece in front of him, the idea of killing chickens to scare monkeys emerged in Han Jingyun's mind.
"Okay, call me Mr. Gugu." Han Yingluo smiled and bowed slightly.
She didn't realize that the eyes of her aunt, who had been very sympathetic to her just now, had changed.
Han Jingyun glanced to one side and said lightly, "Han Yingluo doesn't know etiquette and is disrespectful to me."
, slap your palms five times as a warning to others!"
"Wha, what? Aunt, I am Yingluo!" Han Yingluo panicked, why should she be punished for kissing her aunt?
"Execution!"
The palace maids who were standing next to them did not move. After all, they were a little confused. This is the niece of the empress, and she can slap her palms casually?
But after the empress spoke about the execution, the maids no longer had any doubts. Two of them quickly lowered their heads and grabbed Han Yingluo's palms, and forced them open to reveal their palms.
Another person hit it hard with a ruler.
"Snapped!"
"Ah~"
When the other women saw Han Yingluo's miserable condition and heard her heart-rending screams, they were trembling with fear. They all crouched and stood there tremblingly, not daring to make the slightest move for fear of being caught by the Queen.
Stop hitting the palms of your hands.
The sound of the ruler hitting the palm of his hand almost sounded at the same time as Han Yingluo's scream.
"Pah~pah~pah"
After five consecutive blows, the two palace maids let Han Yingluo go and delivered their orders to the Queen.
"Go back to your Majesty, five strokes are over."
Han Yingluo only felt the stinging pain in her palms. She didn't understand why her aunt, who had always been very protective of her, would let people beat her. She didn't know why she suddenly thought of the weird expression on her father's face when he sent her out today.
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Han Jingyun ignored his niece and raised his head to look at everyone, "Everyone went over there to collect clothes and academy regulations. When they were in the academy, they all gave me the clothes to change into."
"Go back to your Majesty, we will obey your orders!" everyone said in unison.
Han Jingyun glared suddenly and said seriously, "I told you to call me sir in the academy."
"Yes, sir~"
This time, everyone called them correctly.
Han Jingyun was stumbling like this, teaching these women in twists and turns. Of course, she would inevitably get angry during the process. Just like when she taught students in the academy, if these women were slow to learn, they would be punished.
Han Jingyun taught him a lesson.
Autumn passes and winter comes!
Zhang Bei and others still failed to complete the experiment because when he applied to the academy for ten thousand mirrors to conduct the experiment, this request came to Han Du and was directly rejected by him.
Pointing at Mr. Li Yuan who came to ask for a mirror, he yelled, "Ten thousand mirrors? And one that is at least two feet square? Do you know how much these ten thousand mirrors are worth? Just for an experiment, I have never seen you."