15: Prince Jing is the real Feiyangyang!

Chapter 15: Prince Jing's Heir, Only He Is Feiyangyang!

When Li Chengze was young, he loved poetry and prose, and his nickname was 'Stone.' Later, he was truly forced to become the Crown Prince's 'whetstone.'

Because Li Chang'an had said that Feiyangyang was a poet, Second Prince had always been greatly looking forward to Feiyangyang's story.

Seeing Li Chengze's sincere attitude and charming smile, Li Chang'an felt it was better to tell him the truth.

"Little Stone, actually, you're not like Feiyangyang. You're more like Lazy Goat."

Hearing Li Chang'an's reply, Li Chengze's face immediately fell. "Am I not worthy of being a poet?"

Lin Wan'er comforted him, "Brother Stone, don't be discouraged. No matter who it is, compared to Uncle Prince Yong, no one is worthy of being a poet."

Li Chengze was still unwilling to give up. "Uncle Prince Yong, can you tell me Feiyangyang's poem?"

Seeing his persistence, Li Chang'an truthfully replied, "Grass, a pile of grass, grass that can't be chewed through."

Li Chengze was stunned upon hearing these lines of poetry. "If it's really like that, then he's not worthy of being a poet."

However, Second Prince had been looking forward to it for a long time and was truly unwilling to accept this result.

He repeatedly chewed on Feiyangyang's poem, hoping to discover surprises like "goose, goose, goose." "Grass, ah..."

Just as he turned back, Grand Academician Hu Xuzhi had already reached his limit.

"Second Prince, no more 'grass'ing!"

Li Chang'an and Li Chengze were famously problematic youths, never able to listen attentively in class.

Li Chengze was always pondering poetic meter and rhyme, and always muttering to himself.

Li Chang'an was always daydreaming, or teasing young girls, but he had Photographic Memory, remembering everything with just one glance.

Seeing the Grand Academician's anger, Li Chengze immediately stood up properly and apologized respectfully.

"Teacher Hu, I was wrong. I shouldn't have 'grass'ed."

Hu Xuzhi saw that he was still somewhat sensible and decided to give him an out. "To acknowledge one's mistake and be able to correct it is the greatest good."

"Can you explain, 'If one learns the Dao in the morning, one may die in the evening,' what does it mean?"

Li Chengze, whose mind was not focused, blurted out, "If I find out the way to your house in the morning, I can find you and beat you to death in the evening!"

As soon as Second Prince spoke, he immediately regretted it. This was what Li Chang'an usually babbled to him.

He found it interesting, so he repeatedly savored it, and unexpectedly, it just slipped out!

Grand Academician Hu Xuzhi's eyes were wide like brass bells as he stared at Li Chengze in shock.

The schoolroom was even more noisy, with discussions breaking out all at once.

Crown Prince Li Chengqian, sitting in the first row, immediately stood up. "Second Brother, how can you distort the classics like this?"

Name: Li Chengqian (Crown Prince)

Age: 10 years old

Realm: None

Talents: Acting (Grade 9), Scheming (Grade 7), Fashion (Grade 7)

Abilities: Acting (Grade 8), Scheming (Grade 5)

Emotion: 20

Li Chengqian, who had been educated from a young age to be dignified in his words and actions, had already Cultivated his acting ability to Grade 8.

He was only ten years old, but this ability to disguise his true emotions was already unparalleled among his peers.

Hu Xuzhi couldn't believe that he had taught Li Chengze classical texts for three or four years, and the other party could distort them to such an extent.

He said with a slight tremor in his voice, "'When you come to a place, settle down,' how should that be interpreted?"

Li Chengze felt annoyed looking at the pretentious Li Chengqian.

So he tossed his hair, and the corners of his mouth curved up proudly, revealing a look of disdain.

"Since you've come, just be buried here."

"Bang, bang, bang!" Grand Academician Hu slammed the table several times, clearly furious.

"Second Prince, how could a dignified Teacher and Saint only speak of beating and burying people!"

Li Chengze spread his hands, his tone utterly certain. "Because the Teacher is a Great Grandmaster!"

Upon hearing this, Grand Academician Hu immediately pointed his ruler at Li Chang'an.

"Good, good, good!"

"I knew it! What Second Prince said is just that twisted theory of Prince Yong!"

Li Chang'an suspected that some classics in this world were spread by envoys from the Divine Temple, and those high-level robots like Wu Zhu, weren't they Great Grandmasters?

When Li Chang'an spoke these heretical theories, many children believed them implicitly.

Hu Xuzhi continued, "How many times have I said it? There were almost no records of any Great Grandmasters before this dynasty!"

"This is simply baseless, talking nonsense! Have you not heard, 'The Master does not speak of strange powers and disorderly spirits!'"

Li Chang'an said with a smile, "This phrase, 'The Master does not speak of strange powers and disorderly spirits,' further proves that the Teacher is a Great Grandmaster!"

"The Teacher is a Great Grandmaster, doesn't like to talk, and can unleash strange, immense power without True Qi, beating people until they lose their minds!"

What he said, wasn't it precisely about Divine Temple robots like Wu Zhu?

Hu Xuzhi had no idea that the classics could be twisted to such an extent!

"Your Highness Prince Yong, you! You are blaspheming the classics!"

Seeing this, the Crown Prince immediately supported Grand Academician Hu, patting his back to help him calm down.

He said to Li Chang'an, "Uncle Prince Yong, the Teacher should be a normal person."

"He himself said, 'At thirty, I stood firm. At forty, I had no doubts. At fifty, I knew the will of Heaven. At sixty, my ear was an obedient organ for the reception of truth. At seventy, I could follow my heart's desires without overstepping the boundaries of what is right!'"

Li Chang'an patiently explained, "Crown Prince, it is better to have no books than to believe everything in books. This sentence is also proof that the Teacher is a Great Grandmaster!"

"Thirty people are only enough to make the Teacher stand up and fight. If forty people besiege the Teacher, he will act without any hesitation!"

"Even if fifty people come together, the Teacher can beat them until they know what the will of Heaven is."

"When a Great Grandmaster gets angry, sixty people are needed to persuade him before he can slightly calm down."

"If seventy people besiege him, the Teacher can finally slaughter them at will, and it wouldn't even break the rules!"

"With such powerful strength, how could he not be a Great Grandmaster?"

Li Chang'an spoke very seriously, logically, and clearly.

All the children's mouths were wide open; so the classics could be interpreted like this!

Hu Xuzhi coughed a few times, slammed his ruler on the table, and left angrily.

"Your Highness Prince Yong's insights are far beyond mine, Hu!"

"I will definitely report to Your Majesty. For the teaching of classical texts in the Imperial Study, I request Your Majesty to find another distinguished person!"

This Prince Yong, Li Chang'an, had written many romantic poems, but he never understood historical and classical texts!

Not only did he not understand them, but he repeatedly disrupted teaching order and incited other children!

It seems that His Highness Prince Yong is indeed a romantic and it's impossible to expect him to stabilize the nation and secure the country!

This was Li Chang'an's goal: to create the illusion that he was only good at romantic affairs.

Only this way could he grow up safely.

The teacher left, and the children were happy.

A boy about the same age as Li Chang'an excitedly ran to Li Chang'an's side with a piece of paper.

Name: Li Hongcheng (Prince Jing's Heir)

Age: 12 years old

Realm: None

Talents: Leadership (Grade 8), Poetry and Prose (Grade 5)

Abilities: Poetry and Prose (Grade 5), Calligraphy (Grade 4)

Emotion: 20

To Li Chang'an's right was the shy Lin Wan'er, and to his left sat the well-behaved Fan Ruoruo.

Li Hongcheng placed the paper in front of Fan Ruoruo, his tone and expression full of anticipation.

"Ruo Ruo, look! This is the 'Slender Gold Script' I learned from Uncle Prince Yong. What do you think?"

Six-year-old Fan Ruoruo no longer had her sallow, thin appearance.

Now, Ruo Ruo was charming and lively, a true beauty in the making.

She frowned as she glanced at Li Hongcheng's writing, her small mouth unconsciously pouting.

"There's progress, but..."

PS:

Zhao Ji's bird-and-flower paintings and Slender Gold Script