But now he is actually confined in this small courtyard with his mother, who has been abolished, which makes Huang Qiong a little puzzled. Even in the history known to him, he had not heard of it at all. I'm only five years old now, and it's impossible to do anything to usurp the throne, why are we imprisoned together?

I don't know what mistake my mother made now, so that Huang Qiong, who was deposed from the queen's throne and imprisoned together with her son. In the following time, I was stunned to find that my mother, although the position of queen was abolished, it seemed that other treatments had not changed.

Although she never asked for anything, but through the small side door, the things sent every day were of the highest standard, and they were all according to the queen's treatment. Whether it is clothing, food, or daily utensils, everything is exquisite, and books are even carried into whole boxes.

No matter what Huang Qiong thinks, her current mother has hardly changed except for the lack of freedom of movement and the power to govern the Sixth Palace. As for this so-called cold palace, it was directly changed by Tingxue Xuan, where his mother originally lived. It was not because the posterior position was abolished, but moved to that inconspicuous corner to fend for itself.

Of course, the eunuchs and palace maids who hugged each other in the past, except for the palace maid who he called Aunt Chen now, there were only two deaf and dumb old eunuchs left who were used to sprinkle and sweep. This is a bit like Huang Qiong's retired or second-tier officials in her previous life. Although the secretary and the staff around him are gone, they are still there.

What made Huang Qiong even more puzzled was that her mother didn't seem to have any complaints about the abolition of the posterior, or that she didn't take it seriously at all. Even his own son was confined here together, and he didn't show any dissatisfaction. Of course, even if there were, Huang Qiong couldn't see anything from her always unwavering expression.

As Huang Qiong's body gradually recovers and is able to go down to the ground in the yard, she can do some activities. I haven't figured out what his parents, the most honorable people at the moment, are doing. But I once figured out why I was in a coma.

Just ten days after he was able to go to the ground and move, a word of his mother's homework in this life could not be wasted in a day. Now that your body has recovered, and your homework can begin to recover, Huang Qiong's hard days have come. Every day, it is equivalent to waking up at 5 o'clock in the morning and starting to read and write.

All his daily homework is set by his only guardian and teacher, his mother. When I got up, I started to read, and every day I wrote a book of Analects and a Book of Poetry. But his mother only asked him to read along, and he read it again after his mother finished reading. If I read it wrong, my mother didn't get angry, but patiently corrected it.

As for the content and meaning of these things he reads, as his only teacher, that is, his mother in this life, she never explained it to him, but only asked him to read it along. After breakfast, I copied the articles I had read in the morning into large characters with a brush in the same way that my mother had written first.

But unlike reading, as long as the strokes are written wrong, his mother, who has been on the side and just read quietly when he is practicing calligraphy, will directly hit his hand with a ruler. It doesn't hurt, but at least it doesn't make it very comfortable. Fortunately, when Huang Qiong was studying in college in her previous life, she knew the traditional Chinese characters of ancient China 7788.

In his previous life, he studied archaeology, and the most effective evidence for determining the age of an ancient tomb, apart from the burial goods and frescoes, is the epitaph. After all, when some ancient tombs were discovered, not only were they visited by one or a few tomb robbers, but almost all the burial goods, even the coffins made of some good wood, were looted.

Except for the stone epitaph, no one wants it, and there will be no funerary goods left. Even if there are murals, they are still damaged by the presence of holes that enter the air or are infiltrated by groundwater. Apart from epitaphs, there is no other source to identify the age of these tombs. Naturally, the epitaph can't be simplified, archaeologists don't understand classical Chinese, don't understand traditional characters, so what a fart?

Therefore, Huang Qiong, who is no stranger to traditional Chinese characters and classical Chinese, doesn't care much about reading. After all, when he was in college in his previous life, he had read these things the same. It's just that because of the change of the times, the great Confucians of the past dynasties have either been modified, or because some of the content has been lost, so that the content is a little different.

On the contrary, it was the practice of calligraphy, which made it very difficult for him. First of all, he is now a five-year-old child, and he doesn't have that much strength in his wrists. Writing with a brush is upright. A child who is only five years old, and his wrist is very sore after holding the pen for a long time. It's just his mother's ruler that makes him quite afraid, and he never dares to fool him.

Because the ring ruler is always in a very important position. It doesn't make you feel a lot of pain, but it makes your wrist numb and sore. Out of fear of the ring ruler, although she felt that it was difficult to support from time to time, Huang Qiong could only grit her teeth and insist when she was not able to resist. Of course, in his previous life, he himself had a tenacity that ordinary people could not surpass.

Compared with the difficult calligraphy class, the after-school arithmetic class is very easy for Huang Qiong. Ming arithmetic is the mathematics of his previous life. In his previous life, he was quite good at mathematics, although he was quite unaccustomed to using ancient Chinese to express an equation. When using the calculation, I can't break my fingers. But the basic principles of mathematics are still generally universal.

Even in this field, his progress is the fastest. In some ways, he was even able to argue with his mother from time to time. Because ancient Chinese mathematics, because it did not form an effective learning system like the liberal arts, its own development was not very fast, and even stopped for a long time.

Although the basic principles of mathematics have been formed, many aspects, such as the Pythagorean law and the operation of pi, have surpassed those of the West, at least today. But in terms of principle, a lot of things are wrong. Huang Qiong argued with her mother in these aspects.

However, most of the so-called arguments are he talking while clumsily using calculations to show his mother. His mother, who is also a teacher, listens quietly most of the time. Although he seems to be a little unconcerned, as long as he shows even the slightest mistake, he will find out immediately.

After a month, although Huang Qiong disagreed with this kind of education method that was similar to swallowing dates, she also felt a little unbearable. But he was stunned to find that his mother in this life was not only unusually intelligent, but also unusually thoughtful. He is even more versatile, and he is almost all proficient in celestial phenomena, geography, medicine, and music, and even the profound things of the I Ching can be understood.

Such a complex ancient equation, he still needs to put pen and paper and calculation chips to calculate. His mother was much faster than him in calculating with only mental arithmetic, and even her accuracy was no worse than his. After discovering this, coupled with the fact that he couldn't avoid his mother's elite gaze every time he played a little slippery head, his learning attitude suddenly became much more correct.

The mother is versatile, so the unlucky one is naturally his son and the only student. Reading, practicing calligraphy, and arithmetic are just morning learning sessions. The afternoon class was more painful than the morning class, which he could endure and was not unfamiliar.

What I learned in the afternoon is a miscellaneous study that is looked down upon by many readers in this current era, but in the era of high reading. After lunch, his first class was painting. After an hour's drawing lesson, another half-hour of memorizing chess scores, and then another hour's music lesson.

After a period of study, Huang Qiong didn't know what else her mother wouldn't have in this era. For him, the daily homework is not enough for the morning class. After all, in the previous life, it was cramming education, and the rote memorization ability of Chinese students can be said to be the first in the world.

Huang Qiong, who was also a member of the top students in her previous life, is naturally not bad in this regard. But the problem was that the afternoon class made his head as big as a fight. It doesn't matter to him to memorize chess games, although he didn't have any in-depth research in his previous life, he also knows a little bit.

But the rhythm of the palace merchant horn Yuzhou, and the fact that there are no basic courses, just blindly copying and painting courses, made him feel extremely painful. At the end of the day, I was almost exhausted. You know, what he hated most since he was a child in his previous life was taking music lessons. I am often dizzy by those bean sprouts-like staves.

But I didn't expect that in this era, I would have to relive the nightmare of my childhood in my previous life. God knows, when he sang in his previous life, he never knew when he would be able to tune in. The most important thing is that there are so many courses, and it is pressed on a five-year-old child.

And every day, except for breakfast and lunch, there is almost no recess for a whole day, so to speak, almost twelve hours of study, if I didn't lose my strength and fall into a coma, it would be strange. You must know that before I was admitted to university in my previous life, the most nervous senior year of high school was nothing more than that.

It's just that it was only a year at that time, and I gritted my teeth and persevered. Judging from the current situation, this period of high-intensity learning is far away. It is even possible to add new courses as you get older.

As soon as she thought of this, Huang Qiong was somewhat helpless and had a headache. It's just that every time I want to open my mouth and explain to my mother that it doesn't make sense to be fast, when my mother's eyes that seem to be cold, but actually can see through everything, sweep over. It is often the courage that Huang Qiong has accumulated for a long time, and the embers disappear in an instant.

It's just that what Huang Qiong didn't expect was that these courses were already too much for a five-year-old child in his opinion, and they were not all the courses he wanted to learn. Just two months after he came here, one day before dinner, after his mother called for him, she said to the palace maid who had been taking care of him: "His schoolwork can be fully resumed." ”

Hearing her mother's words, Huang Qiong, who didn't know what lessons she needed to recover now, was not only a little inexplicable, but even trembled all over her body. He doesn't know his mother, doesn't he understand that education needs to be gradual. Blindly cramming education can only be counterproductive.

Also, at the moment, these courses are already very excessive for a five-year-old. With the addition of a new course, is this mother so confident in whether her body can bear such a large amount of learning intensity? Although Huang Qiong is very curious about what she will not feel in her life, this mother who is cold like an ice cube.