"Yes...is there something important? Look, it's getting so late, why not talk about it tomorrow?" Su Zhiyu was very tired from playing and wished he could fall asleep as soon as his head touched the bed.
Pei Donglang picked up the book on the table and threw it on the bed behind Su Zhiyu: "The content you are going to recite tomorrow has been marked out with cinnabar. I will come back to check. If you can't recite it, you will have nothing to eat." After that, he got up and walked out of the house. As expected, it was like this.
I heard a cry as expected...
Su Zhiyu looked at the densely scratched contents in the book and fell down on the bed. It seemed like he was back before the college exam. There was a kind of key point that called the whole book a key point.
"...In the seventh year of Emperor Jing's reign, the third son Yi was granted the title of Crown Prince, and the seventh son Hongjin was given the title of Prince. However, the seventh son had many gang members, and Prince Hong was dissatisfied. He tried to talk to the left and right: The prince is virtuous...virtuous..."
Su Zhiyu stammered and thought for a long time, thinking about "virtue" for a long time, but couldn't think of the next sentence. Pei Donglang raised the ruler and landed on Su Zhiyu's head.
"Third chance."
Su Zhiyu cried sadly: "How can I carry it all night? And why should I carry these things? I don't think it is of any use."
"Knowing history can make you wise. The experience of the past is often a mirror for today's people. Although you are smart, you are not literate. This will become a big gap."
It's not that she doesn't know history, it's just that she doesn't know the history here. Su Zhiyu rubbed his hungry belly and said, "But I'm so hungry now and can't think of anything. Why don't you let me eat before we talk?"
"
Thinking that she hadn't eaten all day, Pei Donglang called the maid who was guarding outside to cook Yangchun noodles. When the maid came in, she took a careful look at Su Zhiyu, with a hint of surprise in her eyes, and then left.
There are only a few people in the house, and His Highness the Third Prince is very fond of the new Liang Di, and they stay almost every day. Everyone says that His Highness is addicted to women and has no interest in government. Even when the disciples in the past visit him, he refuses to visit him.
Many loyal people hated Su Zhiyu deeply.
Su Zhiyu knew nothing about this, but she vaguely guessed it. However, these were not important to her, so she didn't take them to heart.
"By the way, I met Yin Qianzhao yesterday." Su Zhiyu said while eating noodles.
Pei Donglang's eyebrows twitched: "What is he doing in the capital?"
"I'm not sure. But I heard from him that he dismissed the horse bandits and came to the capital alone. He made money by playing tricks under the overpass last night." Su Zhiyu paused, "I guess he might want to come here to find a way out.
"
"If you really want a way out, why don't you come to me?"
Su Zhiyu laughed: "Who outside now doesn't know that His Highness the Third Highness has no interest in government affairs and is obsessed with my beauty. A good bird chooses a tree to roost. If he wants to get ahead, he will naturally consider who to turn to."
Pei Donglang snorted coldly, "A beautiful face? If you continue to eat, sooner or later one day you will look as good as salt."
Su Zhiyu curled his lips, "I work hard every day to help you come up with strategies, and it's also very taxing on my brain. It's reasonable to eat something to replenish my energy."
Pei Donglang seemed to no longer want to argue with her about this issue. What does it mean to be shameless and shameless despite repeated admonitions? The guy in front of him has taken these to the extreme.
Pei Donglang collected the scroll. He frowned slightly and placed his hand on a book.
"Yes...is there something important? Look, it's getting so late, why not talk about it tomorrow?" Su Zhiyu was very tired from playing and wished he could fall asleep as soon as his head touched the bed.
Pei Donglang picked up the book on the table and threw it on the bed behind Su Zhiyu: "The content you are going to recite tomorrow has been marked out with cinnabar. I will come back to check. If you can't recite it, you will have nothing to eat." After that, he got up and walked out of the house. As expected, it was like this.
I heard a cry as expected...
Su Zhiyu looked at the densely scratched contents in the book and fell down on the bed. It seemed like he was back before the college exam. There was a kind of key point that called the whole book a key point.
"...In the seventh year of Emperor Jing's reign, the third son Yi was granted the title of Crown Prince, and the seventh son Hongjin was given the title of Prince. However, the seventh son had many gang members, and Prince Hong was dissatisfied. He tried to talk to the left and right: The prince is virtuous...virtuous..."
Su Zhiyu stammered and thought for a long time, thinking about "virtue" for a long time, but couldn't think of the next sentence. Pei Donglang raised the ruler and landed on Su Zhiyu's head.
"Third chance."
Su Zhiyu cried sadly: "How can I carry it all night? And why should I carry these things? I don't think it is of any use."
"Knowing history can make you wise. The experience of the past is often a mirror for today's people. Although you are smart, you are not literate. This will become a big gap."
It's not that she doesn't know history, it's just that she doesn't know the history here. Su Zhiyu rubbed his hungry belly and said, "But I'm so hungry now and can't think of anything. Why don't you let me eat before we talk?"
"
Thinking that she hadn't eaten all day, Pei Donglang called the maid who was guarding outside to cook Yangchun noodles. When the maid came in, she took a careful look at Su Zhiyu, with a hint of surprise in her eyes, and then left.
There are only a few people in the house, and His Highness the Third Prince is very fond of the new Liang Di, and they stay almost every day. Everyone says that His Highness is addicted to women and has no interest in government. Even when the disciples in the past visit him, he refuses to visit him.
Many loyal people hated Su Zhiyu deeply.
Su Zhiyu knew nothing about this, but she vaguely guessed it. However, these were not important to her, so she didn't take them to heart.
"By the way, I met Yin Qianzhao yesterday." Su Zhiyu said while eating noodles.
Pei Donglang's eyebrows twitched: "What is he doing in the capital?"
"I'm not sure. But I heard from him that he dismissed the horse bandits and came to the capital alone. He made money by playing tricks under the overpass last night." Su Zhiyu paused, "I guess he might want to come here to find a way out.
"
"If you really want a way out, why don't you come to me?"
Su Zhiyu laughed: "Who outside now doesn't know that His Highness the Third Highness has no interest in government affairs and is obsessed with my beauty. A good bird chooses a tree to roost. If he wants to get ahead, he will naturally consider who to turn to."
Pei Donglang snorted coldly, "A beautiful face? If you continue to eat, sooner or later one day you will look as good as salt."
Su Zhiyu curled his lips, "I work hard every day to help you come up with strategies, and it's also very taxing on my brain. It's reasonable to eat something to replenish my energy."
Pei Donglang seemed to no longer want to argue with her about this issue. What does it mean to be shameless and shameless despite repeated admonitions? The guy in front of him has taken these to the extreme.