In fact, Gan Lao only knew that Shang Jun and Mrs. Ming sent him to him because they wanted to protect Zizhao. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but this is enough for Ming Zhao.

With tears in his eyes, "Master, why didn't you tell me something like this earlier?"

"This is your father's command. Because if you had told you earlier, you would have been arrogant because of your special personality, which would have been detrimental to you. But your mother hid a silk silk on you, on which was written a letter to me, and told me that if you were not interested in the throne, let you be a common man in peace, and not go back to the palace, and not worry about her. ”

"Master, does my mother know you too?"

Gan Lao smiled, "Your mother not only knows me, but also is kind to me! Back then, before I went to the Fire Phoenix Kingdom to live in seclusion, I went to the Zhai Kingdom, where I fought with people, was injured, and was chased and killed, so I hid in the palace of King Zhai and hid. Your mother discovered me by accident, and instead of having me arrested, she secretly brought me medicine and food. I recuperated in King Zhai's palace for two months before I left. Before leaving, I told your mother who I was and where I went, and asked her to come to me for help if she needed it. Presumably your father was persuaded by your mother to send you to me, right?"

Ming Zhao nodded, he had secretly complained about his mother before, thinking that if she hadn't hidden her identity, he would have been a prince in the palace now. However, after so many years in the folk An An, he can also understand his mother's hard work, she really just wants to live well.

However, as a son of man, knowing that his mother was still locked up in the forbidden palace, how could he stay in the people with peace of mind? Thinking of this, he knelt down to Gan Lao and kowtowed three heads respectfully, "Master, the disciple is ignorant, and it took ten years to understand what he wants. The disciple has already figured it out, whether or not the proposition is true or not, I want to try to see if I have the ability to sit in that position. Please Master teach the disciples!"

Wen Feichen and Feng Shanyue glanced at each other, they both closed their mouths happily, and Gan Lao also stepped forward to help Ming Zhao up, "With your mother's kindness to me first, plus the love of our master and apprentice for so many years, I will naturally teach you everything I know and understand." It's just that you have to be mentally prepared for the next two years, and I will make you suffer a lot!"

"Thank you, Master, the disciple is not afraid of hardships and will definitely study hard!"

The archpriest smiled: "It's okay now, your master has finally found someone to teach the emperor's art that has been studied for many years, Ming Zhao, you are blessed!"

Ming Zhao smiled and nodded, full of confidence in the future.

In the following days, Ming Zhao and Wen Feichen stayed in the capital with Gan Lao and followed him to learn the art of the emperor. Feng Shanyue took Butterfly Dance to Wuzhen Academy every day to receive the teachings of the High Priest.

"Ah...... Yes...... Ah...... "Early in the morning, someone's screams came from Chunhui Palace. Hua Li and the other girls who were waiting outside heard the voice and immediately rushed into Feng Shanyue's bedroom, "Princess, what happened?"

"It's okay...... It's okay......" Feng Shanyue waved her hand weakly and told them to withdraw.

Hua Li looked at Feng Shanyue's miserable white face, and was very worried, so she glanced at Butterfly Dance, who had been guarding Feng Shanyue's side. Butterfly Dance understood, and saw that Feng Shanyue was still immersed in her emotions, so she quietly followed her out.

"Princess, what's wrong?"

Butterfly Dance snickered twice, "It's not that I was forced by the high priest. ”

"What's wrong?"

The high priest gave her a large number of books and told her to memorize them all. Haven't you seen that in the past few days, she has been carrying those bamboo slips hard every day except for going to the Wuzhen Pavilion to practice martial arts during the day?"

Huali nodded, her eyes full of sympathy, "No wonder the princess's face is so bad, she must be too tired and didn't sleep well!

Butterfly nodded, turned and went back to the dormitory.

Feng Shanyue sat on the ground without an image, her hair was scattered, except for the place where she was sitting, there were all open bamboo slips in the other places. She looked at the bamboo slips that surrounded her sadly, and felt more painful than being besieged at the same time by several courses in mathematics, physics and chemistry.

"Why is the oracle bone inscription used in this era? Are these words difficult to recognize at all?" Before Feng Shanyue decided to return to the Shang Dynasty, she consciously went to learn the oracle bone inscription, plus the kindergarten, but she was also a person who had been educated for more than ten years, and she couldn't go back to ancient times but became a blind person.

But the oracle bone script is really difficult to recognize and write, Feng Shanyue feels that learning the oracle bone script is the process of reorganizing one's own language system, which is really too painful!

Butterfly Dance handed over a glass of water with concern, "Princess, didn't the archpriest teach you?

Feng Shanyue shook her head, after the high-intensity teaching of the high priest during this time, she already knew most of the oracle bone inscriptions, but the words on these bamboo slips were carved with a knife, a piece of bamboo slips can only engrave a few words, and a roll of bamboo slips is only about two hundred words. If she forgets it halfway through, it will take a lot of effort to find the content behind.

"Hey, I miss the old books so much!" One by one, the clear and square words were printed on the snow-white paper, and what else could be used as a mark, Feng Shanyue now recalled that it was a pleasure to go to school to memorize.

"Princess, didn't you read the same books before?" Butterfly Dance heard Feng Shanyue's muttering very sharply.

Feng Shanyue ignored her, closed her eyes and recalled the information about papermaking she had read before coming to the Shang Dynasty. Although the woman said at the time that there was no paper in this era, if it was made, it might affect the course of history. But Feng Shanyue is too lazy to care about this, anyway, just make a small amount of it and use it yourself, and burn it out when it is used up, leaving no traces, it won't change the course of history, right?

Butterfly Dance thought that Feng Shanyue was going to close her eyes and rest, so she hurriedly walked lightly outside the hall, not daring to disturb her again.

Feng Shanyue thought for a long time, and finally recalled the simplest process of soil papermaking, "This era is already planting rice, so let's use straw to do it!"

As she muttered, she dipped goose feathers in the ink made from stone charcoal, and wrote down the materials needed to make paper from straw and the production process on the blank bamboo slips. After writing it, after looking at it for a long time, she suddenly thought of something and hurriedly shouted: "Butterfly Dance!"

"The slave is here!" Butterfly Dance hurriedly ran in.

"Do you know where the lime is?"

Butterfly Blinked, "Princess, what is Lime, may I ask?"