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Jia Huan carried the bookbag and walked leisurely from the north corner gate of King Wu's Mansion into the beautiful and quiet King Wu's Mansion.

On the oncoming road, King Wu's confidant and staff members walked over in a hurry. He was in his thirties, dressed in a gray shirt, dressed as a scholar, and had a long flowing beard under his chin. It's iconic.

Mr. Yip, the dean of Shiyi and Wendao Academy, was a classmate and friend of Guozijian back then. Jia Huan still maintained respect for him, stood on the side of the road and waited for a while, smiled and bowed, and said, "Hello, master." ”

When Shiyi saw Jia Huan, he hurriedly stopped, returned the salute with a smile, groaned slightly, and praised: "Jia Hanlin, the son of the world has made great progress in his homework recently, which shows that you have taught well. Yesterday, King Wu praised you after taking the school exam. ”

Jia Huan smiled. This kind of scene, he has always listened to it. After a few words of greeting with Shiyi, he stepped on the corridor, walked through the mountains, and went to the study where the class was held.

Speaking of which, Ning Cheng's performance in the past month surprised him. As if he was beaten and scared, he became well-behaved and obedient. This is obviously inconsistent with the intelligence collected by Liu Guoshan. Last night, Liu Guoshan gave him the information he had recently collected. This made him a little puzzled.

For more than 150 years, the dynasty has been established, and the clan has multiplied. Such as the old example of the Tang and Zhou (Song) dynasties. Instead of raising the vassal king as a pig like the Ming Dynasty.

Among the clans, in addition to the son of the Son of Yongzhi, there are only a few princes: Zongren Mansion Zongren Ling Han Wang, Yuanzhi, Emperor Taishang's uncle King Wei, Wu Wang, the head of the Internal Affairs Office, and Prince Shun. Ning Cheng's circle of friends is among the children of these powerful people.

Among them, the most befriended is the ninth son of today's son, Ning Ke, the king of Shu. The biological mother was the concubine of the prince of the former dynasty and was deceased.

According to the information collected by Liu Guoshan, Ning Cheng's horseback injury and competition for the Oiran were all related to the King of Shu. According to Jia Huan's analysis, Ning Cheng may have come out of the top cylinder based on righteous qi. Because when King Wu was in the sixth year of Yongzhi, he was reused by the Son of Heaven. The status of the prince of Wu Wang is far more than that of a prince from a humble background.

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The study where Jia Huan taught was actually not far from the hanging flower gate of King Wu's mansion. Walking east from the small garden in the courtyard is the inner mansion of King Wu's mansion.

When the time was almost four o'clock in the afternoon, Ning Xiao, the county lord and Ning Ke, the king of Shu, who had returned from the palace, were drinking tea and talking in a small hall not far from the garden.

Ning Xiao was wearing a white peony smoke dress, like a delicate flower, with a pair of bright Danfeng eyes hanging down, and moaning slightly.

Ning Ke smiled: "Sister Xiao, you don't have to worry too much. Although I helped Brother Cheng fool around, I was just using gunpowder to scare that little Hanlin. There will be no accidents. Scholars love face the most, and when he was disgraced, I just happened to go over, just so that he was embarrassed and resigned. ”

He's still very measured.

Ning Xiao came back to her senses and smiled at Ning Ke, her smile was moving, and her voice was crisp: "Brother Jiu, I know." "She is not an ordinary girl, she was just thinking about the process and result of the action.

In her opinion, this Jia Hanlin was furious, and I was afraid that he would still beat her brother. Of course, there is a high probability of resignation.

While the two were talking, a little maid came in and said, "County Lord, Ninth Prince, that Mr. Jia is here." ”

Ning Ke stroked his palm and smiled, "Okay." ”

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Jia Huan, as always, walked into the study, put the bookbag on the bookcase under the screen full of the text of "Lanting Collection Preface", took out the lesson plan, and began to lecture.

The twelve-year-old boy Ning Cheng sat on the study chair, and in the depths of his eyes, there was an indescribable light of excitement.

Jia Huan first reviewed the content of the Analects with Ning Cheng and nodded with satisfaction. This bear kid is indeed very smart and has good qualifications. He encouraged: "Ning Cheng, you have been doing well in your studies recently. Let's move on to Mencius. Strive to complete the study of the "Four Books" and the "Book of Songs" this autumn. Then, I will teach you several courses such as drawing, physics, chemistry, mathematics, astronomy, and geography. ”

His junior high school and high school science knowledge was basically returned to the teacher, but he still remembered the basic things. For example: Newton's three laws, gravitation; heliocentrism; The earth is round; Oxygen is required for combustion.

These introductory knowledge are more than enough to teach Ning Cheng. Ning Cheng, as the prince of King Wu, did not need to participate in the imperial examination. Jia Huan's syllabus for him did not require him to have a deep understanding of the scriptures.

To enable him to think independently and understand the simple laws of nature and things, he can be regarded as fulfilling his responsibilities as a teacher. That's right, King Wu's courtesy!

Ning Cheng was slightly stunned. Jia Huan praised him for the first time. It feels pretty good. He was surprised by the few courses Jia Huan said, he had never heard of them. However, he has something on his mind today. How can you not take revenge for an arrow?

A bright smile appeared on the twelve-year-old boy's face, and he seemed to be happy, looked up at Jia Huan, and said, "Mr. Xie compliments." Uh..., sir, have you been talking for so long, are you thirsty? Do you want to take a sip of tea first? ”

Jia Huan's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze fell on the fragrant white porcelain Ru kiln teapot on the bookcase, and then looked at Ning Cheng, and asked with a calm expression: "Ning Cheng, what is added to it?" ”

Who is Jia Huan? No matter how smart Ning Cheng is, he is just a twelve-year-old boy. The acting skills are not up to par. If Ning Cheng couldn't mention such a sentence, he might drink tea according to his habit later. However, when Ning Cheng mentioned this, he immediately realized that there was a problem.

The bright smile on Ning Cheng's face disappeared suddenly, he was a little depressed, and at the same time a little flustered, and stammered, "No... It's nothing. He said that he wanted to avenge the last beating, but he was still a little afraid of Jia Huan.

This is the same for all students. Hate the teacher's itchy teeth, and when he plays pranks, he is fearless. However, the moment I was discovered, my mind was basically full of melancholy two words: it's over. Because, if the teacher wants to punish the student, he naturally has an advantage.

Jia Huan glanced at Ning Cheng deeply, and said with a smile: "Don't take it as an example!" "He's not a violent maniac. Beat the bear child just to educate him. Since the prank did not take effect, Jia Huan did not care about himself.

"Whew..."Ning Cheng knew that he shouldn't, but he was still relieved. I really hated Jia Huan a little last time. Suddenly, he was still a little afraid of being beaten. However, Ning Cheng's breath was not relieved, and he saw Jia Huan pick up the study chair, as if he was about to move it to the side and put it down, and couldn't help but shout: "Don't..."

"Bang!"

The next moment, there was a loud bang in the study. White smoke rose from the air. Jia Huan was right in the middle of the smoke. A large amount of gunpowder immediately filled the study. The mechanism is fastened to the chair. The moment Jia Huan placed the chair on the ground, the mechanism was activated under pressure, igniting the gunpowder in the chair. The amount is about the same as fireworks.

At this moment, Ning Cheng didn't feel the pleasure of the prank at all, and there were only two words left in his head: It's over.

"Brother Cheng, are you done with your class? Find you out for your brother to eat and drink. Ning Ke, the king of Shu, walked in in a white shirt in a chic manner. He has a slender figure, holding a delicate ivory folding fan in his hand, shaking it gently, and his temperament is graceful.

Correspondingly, it is Jia Huan, who is standing under the screen, embarrassed and gray-faced. Anyone standing in the middle of an exploding artillery battle will not be better.

Shu King Ning Ke pointed his finger at Jia Huan and burst into an exaggerated laugh: "Haha, haha!" This must be the world-famous Jia Tanhua. I have admired the daimyo for a long time. Ha ha! ”

If Jia Huan doesn't know what's going on, it's a problem with his IQ. And what made him most unhappy and annoyed was that he had just decided to let the bear child go, but he turned his head and was designed by the bear child. With that, the eight achievements are the one in front of you.

I can't be soft-hearted! He thought that he was Ning Cheng's teacher. If no student makes a mistake, the teacher will beat him to death. But this little kid doesn't think he's a student!

"Have you laughed enough?" Jia Huan wiped the ash on his face with his hand, and asked with a cold look in his eyes. A solemn aura emanated from him. There is an essential difference between those who have been on the battlefield and those who have not been on the battlefield.

Shu King Ning Ke's laughter froze, and he stood at the door awkwardly.

The next moment, Jia Huan stepped forward and kicked Ning Cheng, who was about to escape, to the ground, twisted his arm, twisted it behind his back, and grabbed him. The two scholars who ran in to see the situation said, "Go and call King Wu!" ”

A man who was in his thirties and had enough experience knew how to express and explode the feelings of repression, remorse, and anger in his heart.

The edge sharpened by the "cruel" life, after being restrained for these few months, is like a sharp sword pulled out of its sheath. Jian Feng was cold.