The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Li Shimin gently tapped his finger on the case table, da da da, da da da...

With such repeated percussions, his head swayed gently there, even reading a sentence or two occasionally.

From the very beginning, I felt that it was just catchy, like a nursery rhyme, but after reading it through, Li Shimin's face became more solemn.

He ordered people to fetch the "Thousand Characters" and read it again, and then read the "Three Characters" again.

Li Ke on the side could no longer maintain the posture of sitting upright, and simply fell on the futon.

The more Li Shimin read, the more he felt the aftertaste in the "San Zi Jing". After reading it through the second time, he couldn't help but patted the case and yelled subconsciously.

"Zhao Kun...you go and call...that's it, you first withdraw."

Zhao Kun was able to rush over quickly, but he received such an order from his Majesty. He could only retreat back to his original position with a face full of bewilderment.

At this time, Li Ke finally couldn't help it, and asked in a low voice.

"Father, this "San Zi Jing" made by Brother Bi here, do you think it's okay?"

"That kid did it too?" Li Shimin glanced at Li Ke and couldn't help but want to verify one or two more.

"If Brother Chubi didn't fool the child, then he should have done it."

"How does this kid's brain grow..." Li Shimin took a breath like a toothache.

"Let's just put it this way. Although the "San Zi Jing" has repetitions of words and no blooms in words, it is catchy and unpretentious.

Three-character sentence, four-sentence group, like nursery rhymes and nursery rhymes, but the truth in this has a sense of simplicity. "

"For example, these few sentences, Ximeng's mother, choose a neighbor. If the child does not learn, the machine will be broken... It is the story of Meng's mother's third migration.

And this, Rong is four years old, can make pears. It is better to be a prophet if it is too long. It means the story of Kong Rong Rangli in the late Eastern Han Dynasty.

When I was only four years old, I knew that I would give my big pear to my elder brother. This kind of respect and love for my elder brother should be known to everyone from an early age..."

"Moreover, here, there is also the knowledge of various genres such as the Scriptures and History Collections, blended in it, do you understand what it means to be a father?"

Li Ke looked at his father who was so excited that his face was turning red, and after racking his brains for a long time, he hesitated.

"Father meant... Brother Chu Bi is very talented?"

Li Shimin was afraid of hearing this, opened his mouth, but even said something against him, shook his head and sighed.

"Almost. Anyway, Cheng Saburo is really unpredictable doing things..."

"The form of the words and sentences of this book is also easy to remember and easy to read. Compared with the "Thousand Characters", I am afraid it is more suitable for enlightening school children."

"I'm afraid that in the future, my Datang student will have another weapon of enlightenment."

Hearing his father's comments, Li Ke was really speechless and hesitated to speak authentically for a long time. "Father, is this thing made by Brother Chu Bi really as good as you said?"

Li Shimin looked at Li Ke and smiled. "It seems that Ke'er, your studies should have been somewhat wasteful during this period of time."

"Well, you can make a copy of this "San Zi Jing". After you go back, you can extract all the stories from the classics for the father. Five days later, give it to the father."

"By the way, let me remind you for my father. There are a lot of folkloric allusions about filial piety. If your excerpted stories are less than twenty, be careful to punish you for your father."

"..." Li Ke looked at Father Emperor's face with a dark line, which was obviously filled with excitement and anticipation. The whole person is not good...

Sure enough, I knew that the emperor father wanted to clean up my pink baby is long-awaited.

Li Ke could only pick up his pen, and honestly copied the "Three Character Classics" before resigning from Ganlu Temple.

After Li Ke left, Li Shimin repeatedly looked at the contents of the "San Zi Jing" and felt that there was no nonsense on it.

There are not only a large number of classic stories, but also a lot of simple truths.

Almost every sentence was unsatisfactory. After reading it several times, Li Shimin put down the "Three Character Classic".

Once again, the fingers gently tapped on the case table, and his face was full of sorrow and emotion. Long time no words...

After Li Ke left the Temple of Ganlu, he furiously beat his horse towards the mansion.

After returning to the Fuzhong, Li Ke hurriedly called the steward and asked them to quickly invite a few erudite gentlemen who had read the Four Books and Five Classics to come over.

After the steward took the order and walked away quickly, Li Ke looked at the copy of the "Three Characters Jing~www.ltnovel.com~" with a frustrated face and couldn't help but utter a sentence.

"But with more than a thousand words, there are so many classic stories. Isn't this special mother embarrassing?"

But there is any way, the father has already given the order to die, if he can't find twenty allusions from it, I am afraid that it will be a painful meal.

Li Ke did not continue to wait, but began to copy the brush, and after starting to sketch the stories he knew, he racked his brains to copy down the source of those stories, as well as the stories themselves.

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In the study in the backyard, with black-framed eyes, Cui, who was focusing on transcribing classics there, heard the deliberate footsteps of the housekeeper Fu Uncle coming from outside the study.

Can only helplessly put down the brush in his hand. "But Cheng Fu is outside?"

"It's the villain. The villain has something to report to his wife. Liang Guogong's wife Lu, and the wife of Yu Shangshu from the Ministry of Rites, Wang, came to visit her..."

"Why are they here?" Cui was stunned, took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose that had been pressed by Jingwang, and then got up and walked out of the study.

"Hurry up and invite those two ladies into the house to the front hall. I will tidy up and I will go to meet guests."

Uncle Fu, the housekeeper, agreed and hurried away. Soon, Wang, who was nearly 60 years old, and Lu, who was in his forties, sat in the hall.

Pin sipped the chrysanthemum tea presented by the Cheng family's servants, and whispered something while communicating.

"Sister, can she agree to help Cui?" Wang whispered with a sad face.

"Sister Wang, don't worry, Cui's person is very righteous, and, for her, your gift, to her, is scratched, so she can't help but not agree."

At the moment when the two of them whispered and discussed, Cui's figure finally appeared outside the hall door.