I, the crown prince, resign [Transmigration Book]

Li Jinghuan has a deep understanding of the so-called companionship with a king is like companionship with a tiger.

For example, now, if he disagrees with each other, he will go to school...

please!He has graduated from university for seven or eight years, and now he is going to school? !

Li Jinghuan held his head high and his eyes were blurred. He was arrested and went to school early in the morning. His heart was aggrieved, unwilling, and... oh!Don't say anything, Lanjue is about to say goodbye to him forever.

Yawning all over the world, he followed the little eunuch, passing through high halls, looking at the red walls and green tiles, white jade railings, and the long corridor that can't be seen at a glance, Li Jinghuan had a dream that he didn't know where he was. customer feeling.

When he arrived at Wenhua Hall, his teacher E Yangxu and his companion Zhan Chong were already waiting in the hall.

E Yangxu is evaluated in the book as "good conduct, academic integrity".He has been familiar with a collection of classics and history since he was a child. He has excellent character and learning, and has written a lot of achievements. He was favored in the court and shared with the prince day and night.Although he was dismissed due to official business in the later period, he continued to teach in the inner court for several years, and finally resigned from office and returned home, and died of illness soon.

Li Jinghuan admired him a lot when he was reading a book, and now he respects him even more when he sees a real person.

After saluting, the two sat down and started a day of study.

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"In ancient times, those who wished to manifest virtue in the world first ruled their country; those who wanted to rule their country first ordered their families; those who wanted to order their families first cultivated their bodies; those who wanted to cultivate their bodies first rectified their hearts; those who wanted to rectify their families Those who want to be honest must first be sincere in their intentions; those who want to be sincere in their intentions must first extend their knowledge, and the extension of knowledge lies in the investigation of things..."

What E Yangxu said was spitting and impassioned; what Li Jinghuan heard was dizzy and drowsy.

Although E Yangxu was dissatisfied with this, the other party was the prince after all, so he couldn't speak too much. He just raised a little bit and told the other party that if he was not in good health, he could come back to study in two days.

Li Jinghuan, who is simple-minded, naturally couldn't understand the meaning behind the words. As soon as he heard that he didn't need to read, he immediately stopped feeling dizzy and his legs didn't hurt. Under his eyes, he had no choice but to give up this idea, and sat back cowardly.

He talked about "University", but the prince didn't seem to listen to it, so E Yangxu asked him to start practicing calligraphy.

After all, he is a prince, and he was brought up by His Majesty the Emperor himself since he was a child. He even found a teacher alone for reading, so he didn't have to go to the study with other princes.Therefore, there are only two students in the study, and one of them, Zhan Chong, is just a companion.Therefore, Li Jinghuan was fortunate to enjoy the pleasure of being stared at by the teacher for homework many years after graduating from university.

Eyangxu has a strange temper, and always requires students to grind ink and paper by themselves. Zhan Chong has heard of Eyang Xu's habit, so he started to grind ink and paper spontaneously as soon as he heard that he needed to learn calligraphy.

Although Li Jinghuan didn't understand, seeing that E Yangxu and Zhan Chong seemed to be very busy and didn't seem to be free to help him grind ink, he understood in his heart.

Although Li Jinghuan had never polished ink, it did not prevent him from taking pictures of cats and tigers, so he tilted his head and looked at Zhan Chong, and began to learn how to grind ink.But I don't know if he has never sharpened ink before, or for some reason, his ink ingot fell off several times, and in the end he could barely grind the ink like pounding medicine.

Eyang Xu frowned and wrinkled again, this way of rubbing ink made the ruler in his hand ready to move...

In the end, Zhan Chong couldn't stand it anymore, and handed the inkstone he had ground to Li Jinghuan, and he sharpened one again.

Li Jinghuan glanced at him gratefully, then spread out the large paper, raised the brush, and began to prepare to practice calligraphy with great interest.

It's a pity that Li Jinghuan froze the moment the big black characters came into view: these traditional characters didn't even have a single punctuation mark. Although he could barely recognize a few characters, he couldn't write them with a brush either. ah.

More importantly, he couldn't understand classical Chinese!

He was a good intellectual, but he became illiterate when he came here. Who can he justify?

Li Jinghuan held the brush, frowned, and looked solemn, staring blankly at the white rice paper in front of him, as if thinking about how to write.E Yangxu stared at the side with a ruler. He felt as if he had returned to elementary school. If he didn't concentrate in class, he would be beaten. If he couldn't answer questions, he would be punished.

After so many years, he never expected that he would fall into the clutches of the educator again!

The more he thought about it, the more sad and indignant he became, Li Jinghuan couldn't help raising his head, looked at E Yangxu with teary eyes, and said pitifully: "Teacher, can you go to your own affairs first, you can't write anything if you look at Gu like this."

E Yangxu wanted to dismiss it, but seeing that he couldn't write a big character for a long time, considering His Royal Highness's self-esteem, he reluctantly agreed.

Freed from the teacher's supervision, Li Jinghuan suddenly felt that his mentality was much better, and began to copy the copybook with a big stroke of his pen.It's just that, as he was writing, he found that his characters seemed to be getting more and more out of the shape of the font, and even he himself could hardly recognize them, and the whole thing was just a ghost.

After writing a page, Li Jinghuan was about to cry.He could even imagine the expression on Eyang Xu's face when he handed this ghost-like character to him for review.

So, he could only tearfully discard the results of half an hour of hard work, and obediently hold the soft brush to rewrite, while writing, he complained: "This damn brush, why can't it be hardened?" ?”

"How hard does Your Highness want?"

"Nonsense, of course it needs to be as hard as it is..."

Li Jinghuan raised his head suddenly, and stared blankly at Zhan Chong with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Zhan Chong didn't know when he had already walked behind him, looking down at him from above, and after a while, he slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Well, Your Highness's painting is pretty good."

Is this... a compliment to him?

Zhan Chong's sincere and harmless appearance is no more than a half-grown child. It is really hard for Li Jinghuan to imagine that this person will rebel so viciously in the end, imprison himself, and do some indescribable things to himself.

After thinking about it, he felt that the reason why the other party would do such a cruel thing was that he hadn't really gotten along with him in the final analysis. As long as he started from now on, he would try his best to shape his straight man image and be a salty fish quietly. By the way, cultivate a socialist brotherhood with the other party. For the sake of friendship for many years, Zhan Chong should not be so beastly to attack his brothers in the future, right?

Therefore, Li Jinghuan was silent for a moment, and said sincerely: "Thank you for the compliment."

"..."

Zhan Chong waited for a long time, and regretfully found that His Royal Highness did not seem to understand the meaning of his words, so he had no choice but to continue: "However, I remember that the sir seems to let His Highness practice calligraphy, and did not let His Highness paint?"

After a long time, Li Jinghuan finally understood, his face flushed red, and he thought it was a compliment when others satirized him, and he thanked him eagerly. Is there anything more embarrassing than this?

In order to ease the embarrassment, Li Jinghuan pretended to cough twice, and Fang said: "Hehe, I misremembered, I... I just practice calligraphy."

After finishing speaking, he changed to a new piece of rice paper and started writing again.

Zhan Chong sat down directly on the seat next to him, looking at him with burning eyes.

Li Jinghuan was so stared at by the future big devil, his heart was bristling, and he was about to break out in cold sweat. His hand holding the brush was shaking, and he couldn't write a word no matter what.

He was used to using a fountain pen and a ballpoint pen, but suddenly switched to an antique like a writing brush. He really couldn't grasp the strength well!

He is like a beginner now, who knows nothing and has not been taught.

"Why didn't your Highness write it?" Zhan Chong casually flipped through two pages of "University", then raised his head and glanced at him lightly.

Seeing that Li Jinghuan did not speak, and was still holding a brush in his hand and tapping on the paper, as if it was extremely difficult to write, Zhan Chong reluctantly put down the book in his hand, got up and walked behind him, and surrounded him. In his arms, he held his hand holding the pen, "The most important thing in learning calligraphy is to be calm and slow rather than fast. The essence of writing is to use the pen at the center. When writing, you must carefully understand the start and stop of the pen, make it turn, and grasp the shape of the character. , the structure is accurate, horizontal and vertical..."

Zhan Chong's voice is not as clear and smooth as ordinary children, but a little low and hoarse, which sounds calm and convincing.There is a special orchid scent on his body, which is very reassuring to linger around.

Peace of mind?

Li Jinghuan was stunned for a while, Zhan Chong was still talking, but he couldn't listen to anything, he could only instinctively follow Zhan Chong's strength to write stroke by stroke...

For a moment, he suddenly felt that writing brush characters was not so difficult.