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When Lu Ciheng was led into the Imperial College by Shen Mingan, he met his so-called fourth and fifth younger brothers.

The crown prince and the fifth prince grew up in rich clothes and fine food, and they had the best food and clothing. They had followed Shen Mingan to study in the Imperial College more than a year ago.

However, he was a late enlightener, and when he first entered the Imperial College, he could not read a few words, so he couldn't keep up with his studies. Shen Mingan called him to the study every night, taught him how to read and write, and took the trouble over and over again.

"The radical of the character 'Heng' is different from the character 'Yan'. This is your own name, so it must not be confused." Shen Mingan spread out the rice paper with the three characters "Lu Ciyan" written all over it with a ruler and pressed it down. , picked up a pen and wrote Lu Ciheng's name squarely on it.

Lu Ciheng's mind was not on the rice paper at all, but stared at Shen Ming'an's side face in a daze. His handwriting was delicate and meaningful, and he had a strong character both horizontally and vertically. It becomes a painting that people can't take their eyes off.

"What does 'Heng' mean?" Lu Ciheng asked suddenly as he watched Shen Mingan make the last stroke.

"It's rare and precious beautiful jade." Shen Mingan put down his pen, frowned and said to him, "Your father gave you such a name because he hoped that you would become a gentleman like beautiful jade."

"He's not my royal father." Lu Ciheng immediately retorted him, his eyes dark and difficult to distinguish, "He is not worthy, there is no father in this world who allows his son to be bullied by others and ignores him for so many years. Since he didn't regard me as his son, it is absolutely impossible for me to recognize him as his father."

"Seniority is orderly." Shen Mingan said in a low voice, "You and the emperor are father and son, and also monarch and minister."

Lu Ciheng was afraid that he would get angry, so he didn't bother to listen to his lectures. If he didn't want to stay with Shen Mingan for a longer time, Lu Ciheng didn't want to practice this broken calligraphy at all. He grasped the brush like a wooden stick, and went to The inkstone was stained with ink, and he wrote on the paper according to the name Shen Mingan wrote for him.

After writing a few words, he stopped writing. His characters were crooked and squeezed into a pile like dogs crawling. Too much ink was stained on the pen, and it all dripped on the paper, smudged, and the paper was black. Lu Ciheng was so frustrated that he threw the brush on the pen holder, "I don't want to write anymore!"

"Haste makes waste, as long as you practice more, you will be able to write well." Shen Mingan put the pen into Lu Ciheng's hand, covered his hand and taught him patiently: "The palm is empty, master the strength well, lean to the side Write on the left, the vertical hook must have a pen."

Shen Mingan's hands carried a trace of coolness, which seemed to penetrate into the bottom of his heart all the way on this sultry summer night, soothing the dryness in his heart.

Shen Mingan just helped him with the pen, and after leading him to write a few words, he slowly let go of his hand. After a few times, Lu Ciheng's handwriting was not very beautiful, but at least it looked good.

The cicadas were singing loudly outside the window, Lu Ciheng practiced calligraphy until late at night, and somehow fell asleep. When he woke up again, he found that he was sleeping on Shen Mingan's bed, and there seemed to be that person's residual warmth on the quilt.

But such a good thing only once.

Shen Mingan assigned students many and heavy homework on weekdays. Those who could not recite the four books had to copy the books, and those who could not recite a passage had to copy the book ten times. Lu Ciheng was distracted in class and went to the back mountain to touch Yu, he didn't even understand the meaning of those words arranged together, so naturally he couldn't recite them, so he had to copy books inevitably.

But he wrote extremely slowly, and he had just finished one word when the rest of them wrote ten words, and it was too late to finish copying and handing in the book within the time required by Shen Mingan.

So he played a trick and asked the boy to carve the words of the articles he wanted to copy on the pottery board with a knife, brush the ink on it and print it directly. Although the printed words are a bit ugly, but The advantage lies in the convenience, and besides, if Shen Mingan punishes him for copying books next time, it can be done once and for all.

His handwriting was ugly, and the printed ones were not much different from the written ones. In the end, because the servant was unreliable in his work, he didn't hide the pottery plates properly, so Shen Ming'an still found out.

But he still wanted to get away with it, stubbornly refused to admit it, and insisted that he copied all those books by himself.

Shen Mingan's eyes darkened, he took a ruler and mercilessly hit his hand, and said sharply: "Do you know you made a mistake?"

Lu Ciheng's palms were flushed instantly, and it took a long time before he reluctantly said, "Got it."

"What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't be lazy, I should copy the book by myself." Lu Ciheng replied like this, but what he thought in his heart was that he was not as brainless as the others. It was ten times, but other people copied it ten times, and he printed it ten times, there is no difference in essence.

Shen Mingan took back the ruler, sighed and said: "The purpose of copying is to let you deepen your impression of the article. You can copy as much as you can, and you don't have to copy if you can't finish it. Just tell me, but you shouldn't lie."

"No matter what you do, you do it." Shen Mingan took out a small box of ointment from the drawer, melted it with his fingertips, and applied it lightly on his flushed palm, "I didn't hit you today to Punish you, but I hope you will remember this."

Shen Mingan's movements were too gentle, his fingertips circled in his palm, and there was a numb itching feeling, Lu Ciheng responded like a ghost, "Understood, sir."