Perhaps because of the strict etiquette of the royal family, it was a very easy thing to teach the princes and princesses. The accident that Li Yi expected did not happen. Except for a small episode with Prince Jin at the beginning, the first class was quite smooth.
Today's main objective was to let them understand numbers and learn how to write. There were only two hours of time, and the break took up less than an hour, so they couldn't teach much. Moreover, they had to consider whether they could accept being taught too much.
Every substitute teacher had to cultivate their own spies, or claws and teeth. In layman's terms, they were lackeys.
Princess Shouning, who was the most intelligent and had the most solid foundation, naturally became the representative of the mathematics subject. In addition to maintaining classroom discipline, she also had the responsibility of supervising and checking the completion of extracurricular homework by her younger brothers and sisters.
After promising Shouning to teach her how to make hot pot, after the lecture, Li Yi personally demonstrated it to her in the Shang Food Bureau.
The old emperor's asthma couldn't eat spicy food, so he didn't even put dogwood in it. There were also a lot of things to pay attention to in the sauce. This time, Shouning played the good tradition of a good memory and a bad pen. She recorded the steps one by one. She had never been so active in class.
Although the little loli was occasionally arrogant, she was sensible and filial. When Li Yi taught her, he didn't hold back. He didn't even hide some ultimate secret skills.
Before leaving, he took two cucumbers from the Shang Food Bureau. At the end of the first lunar month, it was cold in spring. This thing could only be eaten in the palace.
The four guards of the Li family were guarding at the gate of the palace. The carriage of the viscount's mansion was parked there. Li Yi got on the carriage. The coachman flicked his whip, and the carriage slowly moved forward.
This carriage was given by the old emperor. The feudal society was strict, and the etiquette was even stricter. There were laws and regulations on who took what carriage and what to rely on. When you go out and see the other's carriage, you know whether you can afford to provoke the person inside or not.
Of course, Li Yi was now one of the group of people who couldn't afford to provoke.
The carriage was the best, but it turned out that two wheels were sometimes not as good as two legs.
Unexpectedly, there was a traffic jam in the city. There was already a long queue of carriages in front of him. Li Yi could only get off the carriage and order them to take a detour and wait for him at the city gate.
After walking on both sides of the road for about ten meters, they finally saw the source of the crowd.
In front of a medicine shop, a group of people blocked the road so that not even a drop of water could trickle through.
"The people of Qi are all up to no good. How dare they sell fake medicine to us! Smash their shops!" a voice shouted.
Someone immediately chimed in, "That's right. Harming the people of our Jing Kingdom in the capital city, this shop should have been destroyed long ago!"
The door of the medicine shop was tightly shut. Due to the excitement of the crowd, everyone threw everything they could at the door. Stones, rotten leaves, rotten eggs … The entrance of the medicine shop immediately became a mess.
Li Yi had no intention of watching the commotion. He took a detour and walked towards the city gate in front of him.
The Jing Kingdom had been bullied by the Qi Kingdom for decades. Although the people of the Jing Kingdom were not on bad terms with each other, there was never a lack of angry youths. There were always people with strong national pride who felt that the people of the Qi Kingdom were all bad people and should be destroyed by humanitarianism.
Originally, if Jing Guo had always been bullied, this kind of conflict would not have escalated. After all, the fist was the hard truth. If there really was a conflict, based on the principle of maintaining international harmony and protecting international friends, the government would, to a certain extent, side the people of Qi to avoid becoming enemies with Qi again.
However, things were different now. Just a few days ago, the State of Jing, which had always been suppressed by the Qi, suddenly turned the tables and fought a beautiful battle. The State of Jing, which had always been the initiator of peace negotiations, had gained the upper hand this time and even occupied two of the other's cities. The international situation had reversed in an instant. The long-accumulated resentment and resentment of the citizens of the State of Jing had finally been vented, and the people of Qi living in the State of Jing had suffered.
At this time, there was no such thing as rational patriotism. It was not important whether the medicine sold in the medicine shop was fake or not. What was important was that this shop belonged to the people of the Qi Kingdom. The envoy from the Qi Kingdom was about to arrive. At this time, they had to show their country's might and let them know that the people of the Jing Kingdom were not so easily bullied.
Li Yi did not intend to watch the commotion. He had not eaten yet. As a teacher to the princes and princesses, not only was the salary low, but they did not even provide him with meals. His mouth was dry and his stomach was hungry. The royal family lacked the basic human care. How many officials like him would be bitterly disappointed?
"Benefactor, please wait a moment."
A voice came from behind. Li Yi looked back and saw two monks walking towards him.
"Benefactor, may I ask how to get to the Fahua Temple?" an old monk asked with a smile.
The other middle-aged monk was dressed plainly and held a metal rod in his hand. His face was narrow and thin, and he stood expressionlessly behind the old monk. He gave off a lot of pressure.
"I don't know." Li Yi took another look at the middle-aged monk, then shook his head. He pointed to the crowd in front and said to the old monk, "Why don't you go there and ask, Reverend?"
He did not know where the Fahua Temple was, but he knew how to get to the Cold Mountain Temple. Oh right, he could finish copying the sutra today. It was time to send it to the old monk Tan Yin.
"Amitabha. Thank you, benefactor." The old monk smiled and turned to walk in the direction of the crowd.
During the meal, he learned that the whole family would be going to the Cold Mountain Temple under the guidance of the old lady.
The temple fair at the Cold Mountain Temple had just ended a few days ago, and an even more lively and grand Dharma Assembly had begun. The Cold Mountain Temple was funded by the imperial court to set up a vegetarian diet, promote Buddhism, and praise the virtues of Buddha.
It was said that these days, all the famous monks in the Jing Kingdom would gather at the Cold Mountain Temple. Even the shameless ones would try their best to get close to the Cold Mountain Temple. Such a grand Dharma Assembly was only held once a year. It was said that not only the dignitaries of the Jing Kingdom, but even the royal family would also participate. If he showed his face in front of the royal family and made his presence known, he might be given the title of a monk of great virtue.
Later, he heard from Xiao Huan that the old lady actually wanted to bring the young mistress to worship the child-giving Guanyin. She wanted to worship all the gods and Buddhas, as long as she could give her a great-grandson.
Li Yi felt that it was a little far-fetched to pray to Buddha for a great-grandson. It was only useful to pray to him for this kind of thing …
Since they were going to the Cold Mountain Temple tomorrow, they could just help him take the scripture. He didn't know what kind of superstition the old lady had that all the people she brought were women, and she didn't allow him to go with them.
But anyway, he was too lazy to go. What was so interesting about a group of monks chanting scriptures? If it was a young and beautiful nun, it might be a little interesting. But if that was the case, the old lady might not let him go.
"When you go tomorrow, help me give this scripture to an old monk called 'Tan Yin'." When copying the scripture, Li Yi specially chose the short ones to copy. In fact, it would have taken him a few days to finish, but because he cut corners, he finished the task not long after dinner.
If he really took out all the Buddhist scriptures in the library, he would not be able to do anything else for the rest of his life. This scripture was all the scriptures of the scriptures. It was definitely enough to deal with the old monk.
Xiao Huan took the scripture and opened it. She only felt dizzy from reading so many words. She hurriedly closed the book and nodded. She said, "Don't worry, young master. I will definitely give it to the old monk personally."
"Remember to call him 'Great Master' tomorrow …"
When Li Yi walked out of the study, he added.
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