Datang: Salted fish at the beginning, Gao Yang was given marriage by Li Er

Chapter 61 Family Teacher Help!

The breeze blows, raising the corner of the paper.

Putting his mind to it, Wang Shuming moved his eyes and stared at the white paper in front of him, hesitantly.

Li Xian didn't write a question, and he didn't give his words. Even if he couldn't answer it, he didn't lose face.

The topic is clearly imprinted in my mind, just recalling it once is enough to make my scalp tingle.

Mount Tai is high?The Yellow River carries sand?
God knows what this thing is!
"Mr. Wang, but what Mr. Li said is too complicated? Why are you sweating?"

A soft and curious voice sounded from the side.

When Wang Shuming bowed his head, harmless eyes of humans and animals came into view, and Li Zhi squeezed the square scarf and handed it over.

Smiling in embarrassment, he took the handkerchief from Li Zhi to wipe off his sweat, squeezed the pen holder solemnly, and arranged the questions one by one.

The topic is concise, but extremely brain-intensive.

Throughout the afternoon, Wang Shuming sat quietly at the desk and calculated over and over again.

a cup of tea.

One quarter of an hour.

an hour.

Li Zhi served herbal tea, looked at the busy figure with a worried face, and reminded him crisply.

"Mr. Wang, this question seems to be very unusual. Why don't you just give up and ask Mr. Li tomorrow, how can you understand it?"

"It's eager to learn for the sake of sensitivity, don't be ashamed to ask."

How could Wang Shuming, who is known as a bachelor of Chinese studies, give up halfway like this, his eyes are fixed on the black and white paper, and he doesn't look back.

"His Royal Highness, there is no need to say more."

"This question is very good. It suits Mr. Wang. You should review your previous knowledge. Today, as a teacher, you will answer this question."

People who are obsessed with academics are born with a touch of persistence in their flesh and blood, and Wang Shuming is no exception.

Li Xian was able to answer the questions, so why is it difficult for him, who has reached the pinnacle of mathematics in the Tang Dynasty?
Ao Zuo accompanied Li Zhi by his side, Ao Ao came to bring tea and water to the maids, the manuscripts were piled up one by one, and the ink stone was ground over and over again.

Patience eventually wears down into impatience, and the neat manuscript paper becomes a piece of cursive script, and the veins of the hanging arms are bulging.

Finally, when night fell and the lady who carried the lamp came to whisper, Wang Shuming, who was obsessed with the problem, woke up in astonishment.

Standing up to look at the sky, leaning over to meet Li Zhi's bewildered eyes, Wang Shuming's hair was full of black lines, scrolling the question paper over and over, and explaining reluctantly over and over again.

"His Royal Highness King Jin, these problems have already been worked out by the teacher, but the calculation is extremely laborious."

"When I finish solving the calculations for my teacher tomorrow, I will teach you carefully."

If it wasn't for the weak candlelight, the onlookers would have seen Wang Shuming's blushing face and deep wrinkles on his forehead.

Hastily waving goodbye to King Jin, Wang Shuming quickly stepped onto the chariot.

There were no lamps in the swinging carriage, and the street corner lights shone through the thin curtains, reflecting the sad old faces.

With a bitter smile on his slightly hot cheeks, Wang Shuming slumped against the wooden chair in the car, his former pride no longer existed.

Li Xian's words in his mind resurfaced like a magic voice.

"Can the Nine Palaces be solved? Do you know the Sixteenth Palace? The 32nd Palace?..."

"You and I are just frogs in the well of Chinese arithmetic..."

"...This is just my childhood game..."

The lingering sound is lingering, the eyelids are slightly closed, and the dry and cracked lips of a heavy sigh are slowly revealed.

"I, Wang Shuming, have been obsessed with arithmetic books for more than ten years. I boast that I have read more than ten thousand questions, and there are few enemies in the Tang Dynasty..."

"...Li Xian, you're only a mere young man, so it's possible that I, a math prodigy, can't be bothered..."

On the branches of the moon, in the north room of the palace, light the lamp all night.

The dim candlelight cuts out a serious figure, or contemplates, or writes quickly, or scratches one's ear and cheek.

Until the silhouette dimmed, the golden rooster sang, and the figure pushed the door out.

……

Hanlin Academy.

A light mist fills the heavy ground of writing and ink, and the green bamboo stands still rustling in the morning wind.

Jinhui slantly sprinkles the central sundial of the courtyard, and the stone surface full of historical vicissitudes slantly casts the reflection of Yinshi.

"The teacher is here, and the student Wang Shuming will meet you with the title."

The hasty voice was mixed with a little helplessness and shame.

Wang Shuming knelt down on the bluestone steps in front of the bamboo house, his face was gloomy, he had not slept all night, his eyes were dark, his old face was stained with ink, and he looked dejected.

The voice pierced through the quiet courtyard, the faint reading from the window lattice stopped abruptly, and someone poked his head out from the slightly opened door.

Seeing a figure kneeling in front of the largest bamboo house, I was quite curious, pushed the door open, and frowned and gathered around.

creak.

The door of the bamboo house was pushed open from the inside of the house, revealing a figure in a white robe, his sleepy eyes caught a glimpse of a figure outside the house, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Wang Shuming!
Back then, the outstanding student in the academy, why was he in such a mess?

Surprised, a dry voice spread from the kneeling figure aggrieved.

"Disciple Wang Shuming met Mr. Liu."

"Disciple...disciple, you have lost face to the academy..."

When the voice fell, the figure trembled faintly clutching the scroll, and hurriedly helped the ground.

Waving his hand to beckon the student to support the kneeling figure, Mr. Liu moved his feet and stared at the slumped figure, his eyes were red, and he touched the figure's cheek with his fingers, comforting him happily.

"Shu Ming, you are the one who is the fastest in arithmetic in the academy and the one who left the academy the earliest. Why do you say that you are so shameless?"

"All the brothers and sisters are proud of it, and the old man is also very pleased."

When the approving gaze fell on the scroll in his hand, the old man choked slightly with a slight smile on his cheeks, and let out a smile.

"It's a mere man, but it's just an arithmetic, why should it be so?"

"But you encounter a complicated calculation problem again? I will present it to the teacher."

The eyes around followed the words, focusing on the scroll in Wang Shuming's book.

In my impression, Wang Shuming is obsessed with math problems. Since meeting Mr. Liu as his teacher, his talent has appeared and he has made rapid progress all the way.

He even stood out from the crowd in the imperial city's big contest of recruiting Mr. Prince, gaining glory and shining the entire courtyard.

I vaguely remember that when the eight palanquins stopped in the courtyard, even the Poetry Academy not far away was vying to watch, extremely majestic.

But no one thought that Wang Shuming returned to the hospital again this time with this face.

Slightly raising the scroll in his hand, Wang Shuming frowned, looking ashamed.

"It's not the disciple's new learning."

"This question was asked by Mr. Xinjin, who is not as weak as the weak crown in the residence of King Jin... Disciple... Disciple has been thinking hard all night to no avail."

"Just now... just now I asked the teacher for help..."

boom!
The discussion in the entire courtyard suddenly stopped, and all the students stood there in a daze, as if frozen.

The shocking news smashed into the heart, and the previous smile froze suddenly, and then became stunned.

Even Liu Lao was stunned, a strange color flashed in his shrewd eyes, and his thin and big hands were suspended in the air.

The long white beard trembled slightly, and he couldn't believe it and squeezed out a few words.

"what?"

"Mr. Xinjin's question? Not as good as the weak crown?"

hiss~
All the disciples gasped.

How reasonable is this?

Is it possible that Wang Shuming, who has studied hard for several years, is not as good as a new gentleman who is not as young as a weak crown?

A look of shock flashed across every young cheek, and the students looked at each other in disbelief.

After being dazed for a moment, all the students couldn't help but stare at the crumpled paper, feeling even more puzzled.

What kind of problem is it that can trap a genius of Chinese studies?
Is it possible that I have not slept all night, and I have no clue to solve this problem?

(End of this chapter)