Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Academy
On the second day, as soon as it was dawn, Jiao'er woke up from the bed.
In her previous life, she was a difficult person to get out of bed, and now it is even worse, Jiao'er just didn't beat the gong and drum.
The sleepy-eyed Zhan Nan yawned, "Jiao'er, you've been getting bolder lately." ”
Looking at the picture of the beauty getting up in front of her, Jiao'er said that it was all appearances!
Jiao'er pouted, "The princess still said!" You don't want me to be beaten, but look at how many hours it is?"
Seeing that Jiao'er was wronged again, she had no choice but to get up, and after eating breakfast with Ina, she walked towards the school.
"Does the princess know about the academy?"
Ji Nan yawned again, "What is it?"
Jiao'er held her forehead, she shouldn't have expected the princess who grew up in the mountains to know about the academy!
"Academy, Linwu and Fushan are the three most amazing places in the world, most of the people who come out of the academy have become a generation of famous ministers or literati, there are dozens of people in it every year to Linwu, and Linwu is even more powerful, the people inside not only come out, most of them can be crowned marquis and worship the prime minister, and every year there can be a person who can go to Fushan to build!"
Ji Nan was not interested, and said that he was perfunctory.
Jiao'er kicked her foot angrily, "Don't you know? The third princess got the invitation letter from the academy, and if she really went, she would ...... you. ”
She immediately shut up, and saw that Ji Nan didn't have any unhappy expression and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, forget it, if you don't have big ambitions, you don't have big ambitions, after all, you are your own master.
This topic came to an end and was not brought up again.
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When she arrived at the school, ten pairs of eyes looked at Ji Nan at the same time, she guessed that it might be that last night's incident was too big, and the emperor also lost a big face, those concubines were like human spirits, and they all hid far away from the emperor and didn't dare to make up for the emperor.
Ji Nan was the audience at the farce, and she ignored them directly, looking at Shu Wen sitting below and smiling at him.
After Li Huairou knelt in his seat.
Mrs. Zhang came in after a few minutes, and put the question they answered last time on the table, with a serious expression.
"If even such a simple essay question from previous years is made like this, you don't have to think about it in the academy."
Mrs. Zhang paused a few times, "I would like to give special praise to the Third Princess and His Royal Highness Shu Wen here, I have my own opinions, especially Her Royal Highness Shu Wen, and the Third Princess, you can copy her font, it is the favorite font of the Academy nowadays." ”
When they took down the rice paper they were answering, Mrs. Zhang shook his head.
"Yesterday I asked you to copy the "Weishui Fu", take it and let me take a look, starting with the second prince, I will write it silently in a while, the princesses and princes had better take a good look."
Mrs. Zhang actually just wants to see if these ancestors have done it, but although they are ancestors, his daughter is the mother of the country, and she is not stage frightened at all when she scolds this child.
Later, Shu Wen and Li Huairou were praised, and finally it was the turn of Ji Nan.
Ji Nan took out the rice paper, looked at Jiao'er's copy for her and nodded, and handed the words to Mrs. Zhang with great satisfaction.
Mrs. Zhang Tie blushed and put the rice paper on the table, "Do you think I'm blind?" Do you write words like that?"
To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that Yin Nan had some blood relationship with him, he would have swept her out of the house a long time ago.
Ji Nan frowned, "What's wrong?" ”
Mrs. Zhang threw the brush on the inkstone, "You write two, I'll take a look." ”
Ji Nan thought that the master said that she couldn't bear to look at what she wrote, and she didn't want to write it, but now that she was forced to do this, she could only pick up the pen with difficulty.
When Mrs. Zhang saw her expression, she snorted coldly, such a student who has neither talent nor hard work, if it weren't for the blood relationship, she would have to find a gentleman by herself.
Rotten wood cannot be carved!