"The Six Arts of a Gentleman, at the end of the list, is the Little Dao. If we talk about the brilliant road, we should first advocate poetry and calligraphy!”
Chunyu Yue felt his face heat up.
He had no choice. He definitely wouldn't be able to pass Zhao Yan's math test.
He could only think of another way.
Taking Zhao Yan's poetry test was the only way he could think of.
After all, the question that Zhao Yan had just set seemed to be very literal, but in reality, there was no grammar to speak of.
Chunyu Yue concluded that Zhao Yan's poetry and calligraphy were definitely weak.
No matter how intelligent he was, he was still a three-year-old child.
If one were to say that he was indeed talented in mathematics, he could infer other things from one instance and then master a hundred.
But poetry and books were books that expressed emotions and aspirations. He couldn't possibly be so monstrous, right?
At this moment, Chunyu Yue had unknowingly gone into a dead end and was bent on finding fault with Zhao Yan.
In other words, this guy was already old and furious.
In Zhao Yan's words, there must be something wrong with his brain.
Chunyu Yue had thought that Zhao Yan would show his fear after hearing his words.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Yan said excitedly,"I know a thing or two about poetry and books. How would you like to test me?”
Chunyu Yue snorted in his heart and said,"The ancient sage collected poems and wrote 300 poems, calling them Si Wuxie. Throughout the 300 poems, the history of thousands of years in the Xia Dynasty and the people's livelihood are all included.”
As he spoke, Chunyu Yue's face flashed with excitement.
The Three Hundred Poem was indeed a supreme scripture for the heirs of the scholarly faction.
The Book of Songs was used as a standard for words and deeds.
Among the previous philosophers, there were many who quoted the Book of Songs. For example, Mencius, Xunzi, Mozi, Zhuangzi, Han Fei, etc. often quoted sentences from the Book of Songs to enhance their persuasiveness when they argued.
As the direct disciple of Kong Lao Er, Chunyu Yue naturally regarded him as the standard.
Of course, the lands of the present Xia were far from being as developed as the later generations.
Without an economic foundation, the development of culture naturally lagged behind.
At this time, it was difficult for scholars to even find a book. Every day, they would focus on reading and learning, serving the nobility in order to obtain a chance to advance.
There was no time to travel or recite poems.
Of course, it wasn't that no one wrote poems.
However, this was basically just a Mini games for teachers to test students 'knowledge.
The poems of this era did not have the same rules as the later generations, which developed a flat rhythm. It was completely a kind of words that came from the heart, testing the author's mind and temperament to win.
Most of the works of the famous Qu Yuan could be classified as such.
However, this was perfect for Zhao Yan.
Chunyu Yue actually wanted to test his literary talent?
Tsk, 300 poems of the Tang and Song dynasties, as well as all kinds of magnificent and gorgeous Fu, I don't know how many I've memorized.
I'm afraid you'll be scared to death if I randomly take out a song!
Anyway, what he did today was already very unreserved. He might as well be arrogant to the end.
This old man Chunyu Yue was a little annoying. If he didn't completely accept this, he would definitely be in endless trouble in the future.
Playing with binoculars had already become a plaything. Who knew what kind of crazy accusations were waiting for him in the future?
"It's spring now, and all things are flourishing. The young master used spring as a topic to express his feelings?”
Chunyu Yue pointed at the garden outside the window and said.
Zhao Yan stood up, lowered his head, and paced around the school, thinking quietly.
There were many poems about spring in his mind.
However, most of the thoughts expressed in it were not suitable for his identity and age.
Suddenly, Zhao Yan's eyes lit up.
There it was!
"Sir, listen carefully!"
At this moment, Zhao Yan had just walked to the windowsill.
Next to the school was the back garden of his bedroom.
This garden was not big, but it was small and exquisite.
The windowsill was right next to a pond.
There had been a light rain last night. Now that the rain had passed, everything was bright and beautiful.
In the pond, a few frogs were croaking.
"Sitting alone in the pond is like a tiger crouching under a tree.”
Zhao Yan shook his head and looked at the frog in the pond.
A smile appeared on Chunyu Yue's face.
This sentence was rather interesting for a three-year-old.
However, the meaning of this poem was too straightforward. Just as he had said before, it was not elegant and could be considered sparse and ordinary.
At this moment, Zhao Yan read out the next sentence.
"If I don't speak first when spring comes, which insect will dare to make a sound?”
Chunyu Yue's smile instantly condensed on his face.
"If I don't speak first when spring comes, which bug will dare to make a sound…"
Chunyu Yue muttered to himself and repeated the last sentence.
Then, he sucked in a cold breath!
Hiss!
Such boldness!
In fact, Chunyu Yue was already shocked by Zhao Yan's answer when he asked him about picking flowers in the garden yesterday.
"I don't need trash in my garden!”
This answer was obviously not according to the script that Chunyu Yue had set up, which was why Chunyu Yue was so angry.
However, after returning home, he carefully savored Zhao Yan's answer and felt that Zhao Yan's domineering aura was very similar to Brother Zheng's!
Today, he once again felt the same feeling as yesterday.
With this sentence, it was meaningless to discuss the so-called grammar and elegance of Zhao Yan's poem.
It was just like the saying in Li Sao," The road is long and the road is long. I will search up and down."
With this sentence, even if other sentences were written as a pile of sh * t, it was enough to be famous for thousands of years.
Thinking of this, Chunyu Yuechang let out a long sigh.
At this moment, his expression was extremely lonely.
He cupped his hands at Zhao Yan and left without saying a word.
"Where are you going, sir?"
Zhao Yan was confused and could not help but ask.
However, he didn't reply even after Chunyu Yue's figure disappeared from the palace gate.
Qilin Palace.
"Sir wants to resign? Why?"
Brother Zheng frowned and looked at Chunyu Yue.
Even though these years, Brother Zheng didn't like the Confucians.
Chunyu Yue brainwashed Fu Su, which made Brother Zheng even more unhappy.
However, it was undeniable that Chunyu Yue had some skills and was very capable.
Thus, there were constant disputes in the court, but Brother Zheng still gave Chunyu Yue face in private.
Today was the second day Chunyu Yue had taught Zhao Yan.
However, he didn't expect that Chun Yuyue would run over and tell him that he didn't want to work after the sun rose.
This made Brother Zheng very unhappy.
In the beginning, he had asked Chunyu Yue to teach Zhao Yan, but he was still a little worried.
However, Zhao Yan had driven Chunyu Yue away in anger yesterday, which made Brother Zheng completely relieved.
However, the development of the matter was so unexpected.
Zhao Yan was indeed fine, but Chunyu Yue had a problem.
It had only been two days, and the old man could not take it anymore and wanted to run away?
How could this be!
Chunyu Yue bowed to Brother Zheng and sighed."Your Majesty, the Little Lord is exceptionally intelligent. In terms of poetry and mathematics, he can be considered a master of the current generation. This old minister admits that he is lacking in talent and knowledge and is unable to take on such an important task!”
Instantly, Brother Zheng's face darkened.
Are you f * cking kidding me?
If you said that Zhao Yan was smart, then it was for sure.
But you said that this kid is so good at poetry and mathematics, do you think I'll believe you?
Indeed, this kid had learned many strange skills from his master.
However, Brother Zheng was certain that Zhao Yan's previous master had never taught him any poetry.
If he had learned a little, his handwriting would not have been so ugly.
Brother Zheng felt that Chunyu Yue had been bullied by Zhao Yan, which was why he came to complain to him.
Saying that he was a master of the current generation was completely sarcastic and mocking Zhao Yan.
If the teacher complained to the parents, what would the parents do?
For thousands of years, almost all the parents in the land of China had done the same thing.
Even if Brother Zheng was the emperor, he was no exception.
His face darkened as he turned to one of the servants beside him and said,""Go find Gongzi Yan!"
This time, Brother Zheng felt that Zhao Yan had gone a little overboard.
No matter how mischievous you were, you had to at least respect your teacher.
No matter how much Chunyu Yue did wrong, you can't make him so angry!
Even if it was just for show, Brother Zheng had to reprimand Zhao Yan in front of Chunyu Yue today.
This was also to protect Zhao Yan's reputation.
Zhao Yan arrived very quickly.
Before long, he ran into the Qilin Hall with his short legs.
"Father!"
The moment Zhao Yan entered, he saw Brother Zheng and Chunyu Yue sitting there.
He first greeted Brother Zheng, then saluted Chunyu Yue and called him "Sir".
"What did you do today to make Mister Chun Yu so angry?" Brother Zheng's face darkened.”
"No! Today, I had a good chat with Teacher, and Teacher even tested me with many questions.”Zhao Yan was baffled.
Brother Zheng couldn't help but turn to look at Chunyu Yue.
Before Zhao Yan arrived, he had asked Chunyu Yue what had happened.
However, Chunyu Yue remained silent and only sighed.
This made Brother Zheng feel that Zhao Yan must have done something outrageous today.
However, Zhao Yan said that not only did he not do anything, he even got along well with Chunyu Yue.
This made Brother Zheng even more confused.
He knew that although Zhao Yan was very mischievous in the eyes of others, this child would never lie to him.
In front of Chunyu Yue, he couldn't call Dun Ruo in to ask about this matter.
Hence, Brother Zheng lowered his head and asked Zhao Yan,""What knowledge did Sir test you on?”
Zhao Yan recounted everything that had happened in class today.
Brother Zheng was also stunned when he heard these things.
Brother Zheng was also a cultured person. When he was young, he had also received the education system of the Six Arts of Gentlemen. He was no stranger to poetry and mathematics.
The way Zhao Yan lifted his leg to deal with the chicken and rabbit in the same cage shocked him.
After that, Zhao Yan recited a poem, which made Brother Zheng burst into laughter.
"Good! Good! Good!"
Brother Zheng said "okay" three times.
What a good idea! That bug dared to make a sound!
The content of the poem was nothing special, but the boldness it embodied was not something ordinary people could have.
Actually, Zhao Yan had already expected Brother Zheng and Chunyu Yue's reaction.
This poem was written by a teacher two thousand years later.
The breadth of mind of a teacher, in this generation, probably only Brother Zheng could be compared to him.
It was normal for his poems to shock people.
Brother Zheng turned to Chunyu Yue and said unhappily,"Mister Chun Yu, do you think my son did anything wrong?”
Chunyu Yue smiled bitterly.
The words he said when he entered the door just now were completely sincere.
However, Brother Zheng did not believe him and thought that he was being sarcastic.
But now, he was here to denounce them?
Forget it, forget it. You're the emperor. Whatever you say!
"Your Majesty, I am truly sincere in my resignation today," Chunyu Yue said emotionally. With Young Master Yan's knowledge, this old official really can't teach him anymore!”
Chunyu Yue's words made Brother Zheng extremely happy.
Which parent didn't like a teacher praising their child?
However, he couldn't let Chunyu Yue go.
Putting everything else aside, Chunyu Yue was indeed one of the most knowledgeable people in Great Qin.
No matter how smart Zhao Yan was or how powerful his previous master was, how much could he learn at his age?
It was learning. If you understood, you understood. If you didn't understand, you didn't understand.
He didn't want to learn what he already knew.
But Zhao Yan couldn't possibly know everything, right? He still had to learn!
Thinking of this, Brother Zheng smiled and said,"Mister Chun Yu is exaggerating. No matter what, he's just a child…"
"Your Majesty, the young master might have forgotten, but this old minister remembers clearly. He stood up and paced around while he was sitting on this song. Walking only seven steps, he recited such a masterpiece, seven steps into a poem. This meant that the Little Lord was far more intelligent than ordinary people. Teaching such a genius, I'm afraid this old minister can't bear the heavy responsibility!”
Chunyu Yue said with a bitter smile.
However, he didn't mean what he said.
Which teacher would think that their student was smart?
The teacher would also feel proud if he taught a promising student.
When Chun Yuyue taught Fu Su back then, he also had this intention.
To put it bluntly, although what he said to Brother Zheng was not sarcasm, it was actually just an excuse for Chunyu Yue.
Zhao Yan, this young master, was indeed exceptionally intelligent, almost demonic.
But at the same time, through these two days of contact, Chunyu Yue could see clearly that this was a devilish brat.
He was smart, but he was even more capable of tormenting people.
Chun Yuyue felt that he should not accept such a student.
He was afraid that Zhao Yan would die of anger before he even finished his apprenticeship.
Brother Zheng was in a difficult position.
Since Chun Yuyue had said so, he couldn't force him to teach Zhao Yan.
This kind of thing couldn't be forced.
At this moment, Zhao Yan said,""Imperial Father, since Sir is unwilling to teach me, then you can change another Sir for me. I don't have the same ambition as Mister Chun Yu. I believe Mister Chun Yu will be reluctant to continue teaching me.”
Brother Zheng could not help but look at Zhao Yan in surprise.
Chunyu Yue was so angry that he laughed.
I said you're fat, and you're panting?
You're just a three-year-old kid, and you don't even have the same ambition. What ambition can you have?
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