wear it lord god

Chapter 2435 Waste Princess 233

In the afternoon, Zigui tested the prince and other educated young men, who had been assigned homework in the morning. And Xining was practicing calligraphy with a bunch of uneducated people.

On the desk in front of him were writing brushes, ink, bamboo slips and inkstones. There was no paper in this era, so people used cloth instead. The memorials that the king read and the books on the bookshelf were all bamboo slips.

As soon as Xining picked up the pen and wrote a word, he felt it was wrong because it was written too well.

Chun Er next to him also smiled and said, "It's really well written."

She glanced at Chun'er and said, "You can't write either, so how do you think it's good?"

Chun Er replied: "Although I have never written, I have good eyes. I can tell this calligraphy is beautiful. Beautiful means it is well written."

Indeed, it is beautifully written, not like a beginner. After all, I have been through so many ancient planes, and even though most of them are ignorant idiots, there are also ladies from noble families. Music, chess, calligraphy and painting are musts for noble ladies, and with accumulated experience, she can easily write hairpin flower small regular script and plum blossom small regular script.

But the owner of this body has never read a book or written a word, so if he takes it out like this, he will definitely be suspected.

So, under Chun'er's gaze, she picked up a small piece of cloth beside her, dipped it in water, and wiped the words. When she picked up the pen again, she used her left hand instead.

Under Chun'er's puzzled gaze, she saw her Fourteenth Princess holding a pen in her left hand and writing clumsily on the bamboo slips. Her handwriting was crooked, and each stroke was like a crab crawling. There was no trace of the beautiful and graceful handwriting just now.

After commenting on King You of Zhou's favoritism towards Bao Si, Zigui went back to check on the new students' writing.

These concubines' children had the opportunity to study, especially those who were concubines, and they were very serious. After all, only the nobles and above could afford to read and write. Ordinary people without backgrounds could only have the opportunity to become retainers if they were knowledgeable, highly appreciated by their own teachers or some high-ranking families, and issued letters of recommendation.

As a prince, even if he was born out of wedlock, if he couldn't become one of the three dukes or nine ministers in the future, he could at least become a doctor. If he was not favored by the king of the dynasty, he could not even become a member of the nobles. At worst, he could go to other countries to seek asylum with the title of prince.

Many kings and princes would take in some of them. After all, people were weak at that time and a cold could kill them. Many kings died and needed successors. They would bring back the princes who had fled to other countries to be kings.

A young man who was being chased by someone and lived a life of displacement would be content with just a room and an acre of land. If he was treated with some courtesy, he would more or less remember the old friendship when he had a chance to rise to success.

Of course, not every young man will be accepted. If a young man can read and write, he will definitely have a greater chance of success than a young man who can barely recognize a few words.

Zigui walked and read, nodding from time to time when he thought the writing was good, and correcting if there was any error in holding the pen.

When he came to Princess Mo, he was stunned. Although Princess Mo came to tell him that his talent for studying was not high, it was too low, it was simply horrible.

Did he teach this ghostly-looking handwriting? He had already taught me how to start writing and how to finish writing in the morning. Even though the youngest Princess Sixteen had a low talent, she could write better than this.

Oops, I wrote too heavily again. The strokes I just wrote are blurred together. I can’t even tell what the whole word is. It’s simply unreadable.

Chun'er carefully peeked at the gentleman's face, which seemed to be very bad, dark blue. In fact, the princess wrote the first word very beautifully.

Zigui took a deep breath and calmed himself down. Otherwise, why would they come to greet him in advance and send him half a roast chicken... Thinking of the roast chicken, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva. The roast chicken tasted so good. In his whole life, he had never eaten such a delicious roast chicken.

So he chose to be blind, pretended not to see it, and moved on to the next one.

After reading it all, he sat back in his seat and said in a long voice: "Hand in the finished work, and copy it three times. Hand it in tomorrow." Xining was helpless. Why is there homework so early? Well, reviewing the past can help you learn new things. Homework is not an invention of foreigners in later generations.

After finishing their homework, the prince and princess blew the ink on the bamboo slips dry and rolled them up. They walked forward with the slips in both hands and respectfully placed what they had written in class on Zigui's desk. Soon, a small mountain was piled up.

After finally finishing the last stroke, Xining heaved a sigh of relief, rolled up the bamboo slips, handed in his homework and left.

At the door, the staff in the kitchen were distributing lunch boxes. They must have learned about the snacks and Gongzi's heavy affairs, so they originally planned to eat together but changed their plan to put dinner in lunch boxes and let each of them take it home to eat.

"Please help yourself. Every portion is the same." Xinyi, who was in charge of the kitchen, smiled warmly at everyone.

Except for the four children of Empress Liang Jiang, who had their own small kitchen when they returned, the other children got their dinner directly from there.

In order to ensure fairness and the quality of the food, and also to shut up the clan elders, King Liang sent someone to watch over it and make sure that every portion was of guaranteed quality and quantity.

When Chun'er went to get it, Xinyi blinked at her and glanced to the side.

Chun'er understood and took the food box that Xinyi was looking at.

Xining saw a food box lying on the ground next to him, with the food inside scattered all over the ground: "What is this?"

Xinyi sighed, "It's the young master's heavy one, he said he doesn't want it."

This naughty kid, even if he doesn't want to eat it, would rather kick it over and make it dirty than give it to others. Doesn't he know that wasting food is very hateful? Even she, the Lord God, can't stand it. Just do whatever you want, sooner or later you will destroy yourself.

After returning, she first went to pay her respects to the Queen Mother.

The Queen Mother was playing chess. When she saw her come back, she asked with a smile about her studies.

Xi Ning responded: "Mr. Zigui is a man of great learning and patience. Today, he and the crown prince discussed King You of Zhou and Bao Si, and taught us "Guanju".

"Guanju" is the first chapter of the Book of Songs. At that time, there was no "Hundred Family Surnames" or "Thousand Character Classic". The Book of Songs is actually a collection of lyrics. Learning it not only helps you recognize the words, but also helps you know the most popular songs.

Then Chun'er told the Queen Mother what happened today. As a noble lady, she shouldn't gossip about others behind their backs, but it's okay for a maid to gossip. Xining accompanied the Queen Mother and listened happily.

Don't mention it, although Chun'er is young, she is quite clever. When she says something wrong, she reminds her and pretends to blame her, Chun'er immediately admits her mistake, and after she and the Queen Mother "generously forgive her", she continues to say what she wants to say.

While it was still early, she went to the kitchen and made a dish of honey beef for the empress dowager. She cut the burnt beef into small pieces, poured maltose with honey on it, and the empress dowager nodded frequently as she ate it.

After eating, she wanted to help the empress dowager wash up, but the empress dowager declined.

The Queen Mother patted her hand gently and said, "Good child, I know you are filial and can take time out to cook such delicious food for an old woman like me. Let the servants do it. Otherwise, Ziling and the maids she brings with her will blame you for stealing their work. Hurry up and write the words that the master has asked you to do. If you don't finish it, be careful that you will be hit on the palm of your hand with a bamboo stick tomorrow."

Xining obediently said goodbye and went to the bedroom prepared for her in the side hall.