Chapter 3434 Yuzhou Lecture
Yang Ruoqing was caught in the crowd and listened clearly to the conversation between the two, feeling secretly excited in her heart.
She is a rough person, and she is not excited to hear lectures from the great scholars of the day.
In modern times, what she doesn’t like to hear the most is some masters calling beasts Their rhetoric is divorced from reality.
She was excited because Wang Xiucai said in his letter that Chen'er came to Jianye specifically to attend the "Yuzhou Lecture".
Yang Ruoqing didn't quite understand what lecturing on a fishing boat meant at first, but now that she saw such a large boat, she finally understood that Chen'er had come to listen to the great Confucians giving lectures on such a luxurious fishing boat.
Hey, these literati and Confucian scholars in Daqi are very particular about their studies, and they are so noble.
However, Chen'er's identity should also be very mysterious. Since he can go in and listen, he must have a special status and an invitation letter.
As for me, I came here just to see my son.
He lowered his head and took a look at his body, his clothes, his temperament that was ruined by his clothes, he was probably going to be kicked out as a bastard.
We have to find a way to sneak in, how?
My eyes swept across the Emerald River in front of me...
At this time, the large boat with carved railings and painted buildings was quietly parked in the middle of the water, but both sides were paved. Red velvet-carpeted trestles lead to both banks.
On both sides of the strait, long queues of various luxurious carriages stopped. Surrounded by servants, dignitaries and elegant people from all walks of life got out of the carriages and climbed onto the trestle, leading to the boat.
There are men and women, and the women also have maids.
Maid?
Haha, yes!
A smirk flashed across Yang Ruoqing's eyes, and she disappeared quietly into the crowd.
When she appeared again, she was already on the second floor of the boat, standing beside the mast with carved railings and jade forehead, looking at the people on both sides of the strait who came to watch. The streets were crowded and empty.
Yang Ruoqing raised the corners of her lips proudly and gave her a hundred thumbs up for her wit.
Following the crowd, she walked to the hall on the second floor of Huafang. On the way up, she heard people in front of her talking, saying that the cultural banquet was being held in the hall on the second floor and was about to start.
Yang Ruoqing entered a hall. This hall was really big. The tables, chairs, lights and other furnishings inside were elegant and luxurious.
Please forgive Yang Ruoqing for not observing carefully, because her focus was on finding her son.
Her eyes did not even pay attention to whether the men and women sitting under the stage were fat or thin, nor did she look at whether the scholars on the stage were tall or short, and whether there were handsome boys and beautiful girls.
Her gaze swept back and forth in the hall like a searchlight, but she was always trying to find the child.
After searching around for several times, I did see quite a few children.
There were men and women. They followed their parents and sat in the guest seats, staring curiously at the great Confucians giving lectures on the stage.
The age of the child is either under five years old, or between ten and thirteen years old.
Yang Ruoqing has been paying attention, but she has not found a boy who is the same age as her son and similar to her son's self-portrait.
Just like that, I kept looking and looking. The great scholars on the stage were replaced one after another. Almost every one would come on and talk for half an hour before leaving and another one would be replaced.
Yang Ruoqing didn't have the intention to listen to what was being said. She was so eloquent that a rough person like her couldn't understand it.
Anyway, I only know that the lectures given by the great Confucians must be very exciting, with thunderous applause coming one after another.
Yang Ruoqing was a little anxious and a little irritable.
Did this brat come to Jianye to listen to Yuzhou’s lectures?
Will you suddenly change your mind and go play somewhere else?
After all, the lectures given by these great Confucians are really boring for laymen. If their knowledge and vision cannot reach that level, it is difficult to appreciate the fun.
Where is the brat!
Just when Yang Ruoqing felt very irritable and was thinking about whether to look elsewhere, the lights on the stage changed a few times, and then, the curtain slowly opened... Yang Ruoqing heard a cry from around her. There was a sound of gasping, followed by hushed discussions.
“Whose child is that? Why are you so ignorant that you run up to the stage to play? Adults don’t care!”
"That's it, who is invited to attend this cultural banquet today and is not a respectable person? It is really uncultured to let children run on the stage and play!"
Hearing the whispers around him, Yang Ruoqing suddenly thought of something, Turned around and looked towards the stage.
At this sight, she was shocked.
Behind the curtain is a large desk, and behind the desk is a Taishi chair.
A young boy sat on a chair in a decent manner, holding the back of the chair with one hand and playing with a brush that had not been stained with ink with the other hand. He was looking at the guests below with a smile.
Wearing a small black robe on his body, his temperament was indescribably noble.
The black hair is simply tied up on the top of the head and stabilized with a white jade crown. A topaz is inlaid in the middle of the white jade crown.
Topaz is bright and noble, which is extremely rare among jade.
Looking at the child's face again, Yang Ruoqing almost choked.
As if through time, I saw Luo Fengtang more than ten years ago...
At this moment, her whole body fell into a brief stiffness due to excitement, but the blood in her body was racing again, almost boiling.
This was an extremely strange feeling that she couldn't describe in words.
I could only raise my hands to cover my mouth to prevent myself from crying out of excitement.
At this time, the organizer of the cultural banquet came out to make an introduction. It turned out that Chen'er was also invited to give lectures...
There was another commotion in the audience...
Yang Ruoqing puffed up her chest, so proud that she almost floated.
My son is here to give lectures!
Oh my God, this is incredible!
Her vision was blurred by the surge of tears, and she stared unblinkingly at Chen'er on the stage in front of her who had already begun to lecture...
The content of the lectures of other great Confucians, Yang Ruoqing was I'm not interested in listening, I find it boring and I can't understand it.
Now it was her son's turn. Yang Ruoqing quickly found a seat near the front and sat down. Like the most pious and serious student, she listened to her son's lectures with her ears raised.
I really regret that I forgot to bring a pen and paper to take notes when I got on the boat, hey...
On the stage, the little boy sat there calmly and calmly.
His pleasant voice was explaining to everyone there: "Thanks to the invitation of the host of this cultural banquet, let me teach you a lesson. I am not talented, so I have the courage to show my shame. This time I will It tells the story of 'calculation'..."
Calculating?
Yang Ruoqing sat in the audience and thought hard, is it arithmetic?
Listen carefully...
On the stage, Chen'er sat down to talk at first. After a while, he stood up. Behind him were two people dressed as waiters, holding hands Carrying a smooth white stone.
While Chen'er was telling the story, he was writing and drawing on the white stone with the pen and ink in his hand.
This made Yang Ruoqing seem to see a little teacher giving a math class to the students.
Although Yang Ruoqing was a little confused about the theoretical knowledge Chen'er said, she could feel from the hushed conversations of others around her that Chen'er's explanation should be very good.
Yang Ruoqing is even more proud, this is my son!
(End of this chapter)