In the classroom in Xuanwu Palace, there was a silence, and only Xue Shao was heard writing on the blackboard. From zero to nine, he wrote down ten Arabic numerals and said, "This is what we are going to learn today."

No one answered or asked questions, and they all stared at him in a daze. Many Shulingmen's eyes showed a sense of awe, like a small beast in the forest hiding in its own cave, carefully watching a tiger descending the mountain walking past him with a gorgeous cat step.

Xue Shao blinked and glanced at everyone in the hall, and couldn't help but smile in his heart. Okay, Yang Weihua's affairs also had a good additional effect - killing the chicken to scare the monkey!

Killing indiscriminately, defeating virtues, and killing indomitable power.

Xue Shao didn't mind that there was a sense of awe in these people's eyes. It was certainly a kind of affinity, and only with prestige could one be obeyed. It sounds contradictory and eminent, but the two must complement each other. How to grasp the right position is really a technology or even an art.

Xue Shao is studying and practicing hard.

Learning Arabic numerals is not difficult. This thing was taught in kindergartens in the 21st century. No matter how stupid adult scholars in the Tang Dynasty were, they could not be so stupid that they could not accept these symbols. So today's first official "Enlightenment Class" was taught smoothly. A few smart guys immediately associated the application of mathematical operations from these numbers. So Xue Shao took out some private goods to them and told them some basic mathematics taught to Yao'er.

It is better to teach it to fish than to teach it to fish. The wisdom of the masses is infinite.

Just like a blackboard and chalk, Xue Shao inadvertently sowed a seed, maybe one day he will harvest a green forest?

It seems that there will only be more and more things that can be taught in the martial arts academy.

At lunch, Zhu Bajie finished the work of Qiuseyuan and came to serve Xue Shao. Xue Shao invited him to have a lunch, which surprised Zhu Bajie.

Xue Shao didn't ask how he handled Shangguan Wan'er's affairs, and Zhu Bajie was very cautious and did not mention Shangguan Wan'er. He only said that Yang Weihua, the old thief slave, dared to snatch himself as the chief minister, and he should really be killed. Now he has made him clear in public, and the new chief minister must not be as confused and stupid as he is. However, the new chief minister is a woman, and it is not very convenient to go to Xuanwu Palace to serve him in person.

When Xue Shao said this, he still didn't understand, so he smiled and patted Zhu Bajie on the shoulder to show his reward, "You are becoming more and more capable. Tell me, how do you want me to reward you?"

"Oh, how dare I ask the young master for a reward? It's said that it's all the animals from the eunuchs who offended the young master. If the young master doesn't blame Xiaonu, the inner prison, who is in charge of the affairs, it's too late to be happy." Zhu Bajie smiled brightly and his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he said, "Besides, the young master has always taken great care of the young master in the past. It's all right for the young master to live and die, let alone just a little effort?"

"You are so terrible, you can say that dead people are alive!" Xue Shao laughed and said, "I'll ask you something, how is the business the princess ordered?"

"Okay! That's great!" Zhu Bajie suddenly became excited, but his voice lowered and he said, "I just say two words in a short story - make enough money!"

Seeing his joy, Xue Shao knew that he had gained a lot of benefits from it, so that would be fine. So Xue Shao just smiled and stopped asking about it, and instead said, "Your Highness went to Wu Sansi's house for a banquet yesterday, but is it still easy?"

"Sounds." Zhu Bajie thought for a while and said, "Anyway, the little slave didn't see anything unusual, and Wu Sansi and others were enthusiastic and respectful."

Xue Shao nodded, "Did you ask about Wu Yizong when you meet Wu Yougui and Song Zhi?"

"Yes, all three of them are here." Zhu Bajie said, "The poems written by Song Zhiwen were particularly popular. Wu Sansi and others praised him and asked him to drink several times."

"How many times?"

"Uh...three times!"

Xue Shao frowned, and Zhu Bajie's heart was beating. It was broken, and I said the wrong thing!

So Zhu Bajie hurriedly said, "After his highness came back, he cursed Song Zhiwen a few times, saying that although he could write poems, he was too pretentious and flattering, and had a very heavy bad breath. It could make people dizzy even if they were six feet away. It was so annoying! His princess also said that although Song Zhiwen had some talent, it depends on who he was comparing with. If he compared it with Xue Lang, hum—it was clearly a sparrow and a phoenix! Such as the magnificent sentence of "The Nine Heavens Helu opened the palace, and the nations were dressed and worshiped by the crowns and stubborn people, he could not even be able to do anything like his flattery and despicable person!"

Xue Shao shook his head and smiled, patted Zhu Bajie on the shoulder hard, "Your mouth is invincible!"

"Thank you for your praise. I am ashamed of being a sarcastic person, hehe!" Zhu Bajie kept smirking, but there was a cold sweat on his forehead. Fortunately, if Mr. Xue was angry with His Highness for the contempt of Song Zhiwen, I would be dying!

Xue Shao did not ask about this again and said, "What happened here today does not need to be publicized."

"Little slaves can't do it." Zhu Bajie nodded honestly. The more obscure Shangguan Wan'er's affairs must be handled, the better. If something is passed to the queen of heaven, it is difficult to ensure that there is no disaster.

"When I go back, I tell Your Highness that I miss him very much. The class at the beginning of the martial arts academy is in trouble, and I can't get out of here for a while. When I have free time, I will definitely go to see her." Xue Shao said, "You might as well send a little eunuch to run errands every day to hand me and the princess the book."

"Okay!" Zhu Bajie smiled. Of course he was happy to do such a thing that he liked his master.

Xue Shao smiled, took a pair of paper and pen in the school nearby, drew a sketch of Princess Taiping and handed it to Zhu Bajie, and said, "Tell Your Highness, I will draw a portrait of her every day."

"Oh, the young master's paintings are so beautiful, they are really vividly revealed on the paper!" Zhu Bajie exclaimed in surprise.

Xue Shao laughed loudly. The men painted by the Tang Dynasty painters were basically tall, burly, big belly and three feet of beautiful beard. Most women had eyebrows and phoenix eyes that were slanted and plump and round. Famous artists like Yan Liben could paint all the three generations of Li Shimin and his relatives. My realistic sketch style is of course different from the plump and exaggerated painting style of the Tang Dynasty.

When Zhu Bajie called, many people around him gathered around to watch. Everyone was surprised and praised them all - realistic sketches. How could such a painting style have been seen by the Tang Dynasty officials?

"Young Master Xue, you're a masterpiece!"

Xue Shao thought to himself that An Xiaorou, who had been painting for so many years in her previous life, was the first time in this life to draw Princess Taiping. Although her hairstyle was different, her charm was completely different. Now, I can draw her without seeing Princess Taiping and even her charm was vivid. This may prove that she really lives in my heart!

An Xiaorou, Princess Taiping, Shangguan Wan'er... When did I become so passionate?

Everyone gathered around the painting and praised it in surprise. It was true that there was something pleasing to it, but there were really many people who really praised it. Even Yuan Wanqing, a great scholar who had been playing chess, piano, calligraphy and painting for his whole life, nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, go!" Xue Shao said to Zhu Bajie, "Greetings to His Royal Highness the Princess on my behalf, so that she can take care of her more and be happier every day."

"Yes! The little slave bid farewell to the young master!"

After lunch, there was some rest time, Xue Shao returned to his room and planned to complete the lesson plan he would use in the afternoon. When he entered the room, he saw that the official uniforms that had been washed and dried were placed on the desk but did not put them in the wardrobe.

Xue Shao blinked curiously, stepped forward and spread the clothes open, and a peach blossom petal fell from it.

The slight fragrance penetrates the lungs.

Xue Shao thought of the few February peach blossoms he saw in the Shangguan Wan'er's office of the Attendant Academy.

After a little moved, Xue Shao walked to the window and looked at Qiuseyuan. Through two walls and one street, Xue Shao saw a woman walking leisurely among the willows and peach trees in Qiuseyuan's yard.

The belt and silk clothes fluttered like a fairy.

Shangguan Wan'er!

Xue Shao smiled slightly. This is what Shangguan Wan'er should look like.

Shangguan Wan'er, who was strolling in the yard, finally saw Xue Shao appearing at the window when she looked back at Xuanwu Palace for more than 100 times.

She stood still and looked at Xue Shao's side.

Looking at each other, the two of them couldn't see each other's faces clearly, and it was even more impossible to see each other's subtle expressions.

But Xue Shao clearly felt that Shangguan Wan'er was smiling at him.

It has a heart-to-heart relationship, but it has nothing to do with distance.

But the two walls and one street are separated by a distance, and it is like the distance between thousands of miles of passes and mountains.

After a while, Shangguan Wan'er, who had been scattered in the yard for more than an hour, walked back to the house and closed the door.

The cold guns and hidden arrows in the harem are full of dangers, and Shangguan Wan'er dares not fall into the hands of others.

Xue Shao also pulled up the window, let out a sigh of relief, but his brows frowned.

He killed Yang Weihua with violence, and gave Shangguan Wan'er a breath of anger for a while. But there were thousands of people like this in the harem, how could he kill them cleanly?

With my current ability, it is almost the limit to be able to make Shangguan Wan'er no longer kneel on the ground and get whipped, and no longer be as hungry as a coolie...

Not to mention changing Shangguan Wan'er's destiny from the root, or letting her escape from Qiuseyuan now is almost a fool to me! - Who can change or influence Wu Zetian's will?

Even the emperor today can only "game" with him!

Everything can be attributed to the word "power".

Some people pursue power to satisfy their own power and are not controlled by others; some people are to make contributions and make great achievements and speak; some people are to protect people who are vital to survive and to protect things that are not lost by the strong guard.

Where is me, Xue Shao?...At present, I am still a clay Buddha crossing the river, and I want to protect myself.
Chapter completed!