It was early summer, and the weather was nowhere near as hot as dog days.

The birds outside the window are "chirping", and the wisps of flowers sent by the summer breeze are refreshing.

"Shu ...... Shu road is difficult, Shu road is difficult...... Difficult...... On the Blue Sky"

Yongxuan was spot-checked by Liu Fuzi for the text, looking at the sky with a painful expression, and couldn't tell a few words for a long time.

Liu Fuzi was so angry that his beard curled up and fell to the ground.

"Seventeenth brother, the old man asked you to serve snacks. What are you carrying? ”

Yongxuan turned his dizzy head: "The "Shu Dao Difficulty" I memorized, Master, you are confused!" ”

"Pss

The little one of Chu Nian hid behind the book and snickered.

When Liu Fuzi heard the laughter, he glanced over and found that it was his favorite student, so he stopped the fierceness on his face and said as if he was half-coaxing.

"Your Highness, you come to recite "Shu Dao Difficult".

Chu Nian stood up respectfully, first bowed to Master Liu, and then the soft and glutinous children's voice sounded in the room.

"Oh, it's dangerous! The difficulty of Shu Road is difficult to go to the blue sky! Silkworms and fish, the founding of the country is at a loss......"

"The flight of the yellow crane is not yet passable, and the ape wants to climb through the sorrows. The green mud is a panpan, and a hundred steps and nine folds linger on the rocks. He sat down with his hands and sighed......"

"I heard Zigui crying the night moon again, and I was sad about the empty mountain...... Although Jincheng is cloudy, it is better to return home early. The difficulty of Shu Road, it is difficult to go to the blue sky, and look sideways to the west! ”

After Chu Nian finished reciting it, he stood there with his hands behind his back and winked at the two of them.

Liu Fuzi glanced at her approvingly, but turned around and sighed weakly, his tone was quite hateful.

"Rotten wood can't be carved, and it's common for old men to die of anger."

Yongxuan was a little sad: "Master, I have worked hard to endorse it. ”

Liu Fuzi snorted coldly: "If the seventeenth elder brother uses half of his enthusiasm for Chen Fuzi on the old man, your grades will not be so bad." ”

Yongxuan doesn't love poetry and ink, only knives, guns and sticks.

Master Chen, who teaches martial arts in the school, is a martial artist in his thirties.

In the early years, Chen Fuzi went to the battlefield to kill the enemy and made a lot of achievements.

Later, he was injured on the battlefield and couldn't hold a weapon, and returned to the capital, Hongli felt that he had wronged him, so he invited him to the palace school to teach martial arts.

Yongxuan, who advocates martial arts, is enthusiastic about Master Chen, and follows Master Chen's ass every day.

But Master Chen was a rough man, very arrogant, and he didn't take the prince in the palace seriously, thinking that the other party was a high-ranking disciple who ate and waited for death, and never taught martial arts.

This also led to the fact that Yongxuan and Chu Nian had never taken martial arts classes, and they didn't know anything about riding and archery.

Despite this, Yongxuan still followed behind Master Chen to pour tea and water.

At this time, Yongxuan listened to Master Liu's words and felt a little guilty.

He doesn't like poetry, and when he reads it, his mind is full of "Zhihu" and his brain is about to hurt, so even sometimes he doesn't respect Master Liu very much, and he also lives up to the expectations of Concubine Ying and Huang Ama.

He knew that his brain was not smart, and he was not as smart as the royal sister.

The royal sister is only in the age of the general horn, and she can recite many poems, and she is the first class in every assessment.

Yongxuan was secretly sad for a while, but when he looked up, the expression on his face returned to normal.

"Master, give me another day, and I promise to memorize it."

Liu Fuzi glared at Yongxuan.

"Brother Seventeen has to do what he says, or he won't blame the old man for not giving you face."

Hongli attaches great importance to the knowledge of the princes and princesses, and even acquiesces in the use of extraordinary means by the master.

When Liu Fuzi said this, he had no fear.

Although it is impossible to actually do it, it is okay to have students punish them for copying poetry collections.