No matter how conflicts are made outside the Han Dynasty, this land is particularly peaceful.

In mid-April, there is warm sunshine in Chang'an City, fresh air and pleasant scenery.

The two emperors Wen and Jing practiced inaction and ruled with simplicity, and did not build a building. The prince's uterus was a little old, and the leaves on both sides of the road had a thin layer of frost. The frost leaves gave people the beautiful beauty of the ancient city. This heavy and simplicity carries the magnificence of the Han Dynasty.

After eating morning food and resting, today is the day to start classes and I have to go to the temple to attend classes.

On the way, Han Yan couldn't help but stroke his long waist-length hair along his temples. He got used to the buzz cut. This hairstyle was simply deadly. After being repaired by "Compendium of Materia Medica", he asked Liu Che for everything he didn't understand, "Can I cut my hair, it's too hindered."

"Huh?" Liu Che was puzzled. Your IQ has become weaker again. "A person's hair is treated by his parents. Cutting his hair is to cut his life. He disobeys his ancestors. Be careful that the Lord Gong Gao rushed over from his fiefdom and destroyed you."

“…”

The temple is simple, with four tables and cushions on the table, and kneeling to attend class.

Wei Wan had a thin face, and you can tell that she was a dull person by looking at her face. She was appointed as the crown prince's tutor by Emperor Jing of Han and also served as the censor. She was a celebrity in the Han Dynasty.

Seeing that the two of them were late, they didn't scold them. They just put down the Confucian classics in their hands and waited for them to sit down and said, "I examine myself three times a day. Maybe the course I taught was too boring, which made you two late again and again."

He paused, glanced at the two of them, and then said, "Since that's the case, let's have some relaxing things today, write a poem for me to show you to test your knowledge."

"Writing verses?" Liu Che looked embarrassed. I am not Sima Xiangru, but I can write nonsense.

Seeing that he was defeated, Wei Wan had a smile in her eyes. Seeing me hitting you quietly, you are still far from being late for a child. How dare you be late for me?

When Han Yan heard that he wanted to write poetry and fu, he was also stunned. The Han Dynasty had no poetry and only poetry and fu. The teacher had never taught this when he was in school. What should I do?

Both brothers were in a dilemma and were unable to make a fuck on the cushion.

Liu Che lay on the four-plan table with his upper body, and gestured with a pen for a long time. He didn't take action for a long time. He had no goods in his stomach and could not carve it out.

This is not the first time Han Yan has seen a sword pen and bamboo slips. He has tried to use the master who engraved the coffin board before, but his skills are not very good, so he can use it just by himself.

After thinking for a long time, would you pirate a poem by Li Bai shock the world?

But if you think about it, it’s better to have a poem in the Han Dynasty, and it’s not good to show its edge. There should be a Ming Dynasty in the west, but I don’t dare to write it here. What should I do if I am considered a spy?

Let's just write a simple and easy-to-understand song.

I engraved it in a mess on the bamboo slips, and I didn't invite Wei Wan to recognize the simplified Chinese characters from later generations...

Seeing him writing and engraving, Wei Wan was surprised, glanced at Liu Che, and gestured to you with his eyes. You, the crown prince, are not even as good as those who accompany you to study.

After a while, when Han Yan stopped writing, Wei Wan said, "Han Yan, read the words you wrote to me."

"Ah? This..." Student Han looked embarrassed.

"Is there any difficulties?" Wei Wan asked.

"..." Han Yan hesitated for a moment and said, "No."

"Then read it and listen."

"Okay." Student Han cleared his throat, picked up the bamboo slips with his left and right hands, and recited them loudly with deep affection:

"Ah! My mother is as beautiful as flowers."

"Oh! My dad is as ugly as mud."

"Huh! Why does mom love daddy very much?"

"Ah. Because flowers cannot be without mud!"

Wei Wan was stunned, and her gums were trembling.

Liu Che burst out with a "pop" and pointed at Han Yan with his fingertips tremblingly, laughing so hard that he leaned back and forth, you kid, you kid... OK, you kid.

"Hahaha..." Happy laughter resounded throughout the temple.

Han Yan shyly touched the back of his head, a little complacent.

Who knew that Wei Wan was suddenly trembling with anger and furious. She picked up the ruler and knocked it hard on the edge of the table, shouting loudly: "Rareless, evil disciple Han Yan, how dare you insult your parents so much? Even if they are no longer in the world, where is your filial piety?"

"..." Classmate Han was confused.

When his mind was dull, he saw Wei Wan kneeling on the cushion, holding the ruler in both hands, and saying solemnly: "The Confucian saint is above, and his disciple Wei Wan has no method to teach and is guilty. First, get the ruler three times."

Without saying anything.

pia~,pia~,pia~ gritted her teeth and gave herself three feet hard first. That was a real blow.

Han Yan was dumbfounded. I am unfilial. Do you make your own yarn?

Just as he thought so, he saw that Wei Wan had already beaten him, and his left palm was red and swollen. He clenched his fist and suddenly stood up and pointed at Han Yan with a ruler and shouted: "The evil disciple has not yet knelt down? Insulting your dead father, being ruthless, entertaining your dead mother, feeding your filial piety to the wolf, and receiving the rumble twenty times, are you convinced?"

Han Yan was speechless for a moment, intimidated by Wei Wan's momentum, and knelt down honestly. He first saw the teaching methods of the ancients... quite fierce.

Actually, I don’t care. You are blowing with a rolling pin as a flute - you are so honest and eyeless!

The ancients were really loyal enough.

Seeing that Han Yan was about to reach out to get the ruler, Liu Che was a little anxious.

The two of them have been praying for their good deeds, and they have said that they will be together in trouble, and it is not easy to refuse to save them when they die.

"Teacher, you can't beat me." Liu Che knelt down next to Han Yan in a panic and reached out to stop the ruler.

"Hmm?" The crown prince pleaded for a moment. Wei Wan hesitated for a moment, and stopped quickly, and also knelt with a thud. The crown prince was noble, and he couldn't bear the gift. He knelt down and asked, "Why can't you beat me?"

Liu Che gritted his teeth and said, "Teacher, we both bowed and agreed to be together in difficulties. As the eldest brother, how can I sit back and ignore it when I see my second brother suffer?"

"..." Wei Wan opened her mouth, trying to say something but couldn't say it.

After a long time, probably because he was discouraged, his left hand, which was beaten red, stretched out again and held the ruler high: "Since that's the case... Emperor Gaozu was above, Wei Wan did not fulfill his responsibilities as the prince's tutor and was guilty. His Highness the Crown Prince is the crown prince of the country. He will be the supreme future. I will not dare to attack the prince, so I can only accept it on behalf of the prince."

After the words came to an end, he wanted to hit himself again without saying a word.
Chapter completed!