After memorizing the book, Mr. Li started to arrange today's homework from age to age. Zhang Changzong was the youngest in the school, so he could only sit wither and wait for his husband to come. However, he is not a real child, and there is no problem of being unable to sit still.

Zhang Changzong sat on the far right, Wenzhen sitting next to him on the left, and Fang Han was sitting behind him. Because the students were of varying age, Mr. Li could only take turns to teach, first assign homework to the older children, and then teach the younger ones.

Fortunately, Zhang Changzong was in modern times. In his previous life, he could stand in military posture for several hours, not to mention just sitting and waiting for a while. He was a pseudo-child, but Wenzhen next to him and Fang Han behind him could not do it. Wenzhen had already started to doze, and Fang Han behind him... He didn't have to look back and just hear the sound, and he knew that this kid was already feeling uncomfortable and could not be quiet anymore.

"Liu Lang!"

By seniority, Fang Han should be called Zhang Changzong’s uncle, but he actually called him ranking, rude!

Zhang Changzong was too lazy to pay attention to him. However, Fang Han, who was bored, refused to give in. Seeing that he did not respond, he stretched out his fingers, poked Zhang Changzong's vest with one finger and another, and asked in a low voice: "Downtown, what's your name?"

Downtown?!

Zhang Changzong raised his eyebrows, and ignored his interest. Fang Han didn't have that look and asked without any discouragement: "Hey! Talk! Why don't you talk? Could it be that you are mute?"

Zhang Changzong rolled his eyes silently, just ignored him. Fang Han saw that he had been silent and did not feel bored, but instead followed him, as if he had to make him laugh before he could stop talking and chattering—

"Downtown, speak!"

"Poor ghost, talk!"

"Tianshelang, speak!"

Zhang Changzong said nothing, but looked back and looked at him with a caring and mentally retarded look. Fang Han saw Zhang Changzong reacting, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became, the more he became, the voice increased unknowingly.

"Bang!"

The teacher's teaching stick flew over like a flying fairy from the sky. Fang Han was thrust into his head with a foot of 1, and a "scream" sound, and tears immediately rolled in his eyes. Mr. Li said coldly: "Silence silent! Don't talk! Four-year-old Liulang can sit still, but you are not even as good as a four-year-old child. What's the face of crying? Don't cry, if you cry, hit three feet!"

Fang Han's tears were immediately stopped, and the crying was in his mouth, and he refused to cry. Mr. Li glanced at him coldly and turned to Zhang Changzong. Zhang Changzong did not avoid it and smiled sweetly at Mr. Li, hoping that Mr. Li could have a sweet smile of beautiful handsomeness.

Li Qinrang raised his eyebrows slightly, and without comment, turned around and pulled Wenzhen one foot, woke Wenzhen up, and assigned his homework. As for Fang Han... he was still punished to stand, this was an era when teachers corporal punishment of students.

After explaining the book Wenzhen was going to memorize today, it was Zhang Changzong's turn. His first lesson in school was to learn to write his own name. Mr. Li first wrote the three words Zhang Changzong on the red paper, and then asked Zhang Changzong to hold the brush of the trumpet and write.

This ancient enlightenment is really simple and crude!

Zhang Changzong complained silently. However, he still picked up the brush in a regular manner, imitated the pen in his hand, dipped it in ink, and started writing on the paper—

The first stroke is uneven in thickness, thick in the head, thin in the tail, crooked, like a black bug lying on paper!

Zhang Changzong silently black lines, which was because of uneven force! After thinking about it, he then wrote the second stroke... It was slightly better than the first stroke, but the force was greater, like a thick black line... The third stroke...

As I wrote, I wrote it out fun and practiced very focused. I didn't even know when Mr. Li walked away. Before I knew it, I filled a piece of paper. I saw that the words on the paper were about the same size but had different pens. In fact, it felt quite accomplished.

On the first day he knew that he was wearing Zhang Changzong, he couldn't help but think about his future—

"Liu Lang's beautiful appearance is called Liu Lang like a lotus, which is not true; it is true that the lotus is like Liu Lang."

He is a handsome man, a very outstanding handsome man. Although he is still young now, he is already a famous beautiful boy in their shop. It is expected that he will be a good-looking man when he grows up in the future.

The "Old Book of Tang" says that the queen of heaven ordered the beauty selection boys to worship the left and right Fengchen... The queen of heaven is the old lady Wu Zetian. Her male favorites are just like the emperor's beauty selection and enters the palace. She asked people to specially choose beautiful boys from good families. She doesn't want them if they are good families. Coincidentally, Zhang Changzong will definitely be a beautiful boy in good families in the future!

Zhang Changzong is very worried about his future chastity and safety!

If you are chosen to give to Grandma Zetian because she is too handsome... it is still the same problem, even if you turn off the lights, you can't get off the mouth! So, in fact, in the past two days, Zhang Changzong has been considering how to protect his chastity, a very serious issue!

First, disfigure pass!

It doesn’t matter whether it is beautiful or not. As a rough man, I don’t care much about these things. The most important thing is that there is no tetanus needle now! This disfigured knife wound is useless if it is shallow and deeper... If the wound is infected by one, it will be so frustrating to die. Who can I ask for advice?

Then, stay away from the political center and go farming or live in seclusion!

His mother, Wei, would not agree! The son who worked hard to raise, not to mention the glorious family and the family, was actually thinking of escaping the world... If he dared to do this, I would definitely be the first to jump out, and two slaps would destroy his thoughts! There is no doubt that Wei is such a tough woman.

Although Zhang was from the Zhang clan of Zhongshan, he was a descendant of Zhang Cang, the prime minister of the Western Han Dynasty, and was also considered a famous family, it was of no use. Except for the fact that a subordinate Zhang Xingcheng was the prime minister in the dynasty of Emperor Gaozong, Zhang could actually be said to be in a cold family and his talents were in decline. If he was chosen to be given to Wu Zetian because he was too handsome... Zhang would not be able to provide him with shelter.

If nothing unexpected happens, his future will be like his brothers, who will be a sesame and green bean official, who will be poor all year round and cannot afford to wear a new dress every season. With his family and background, the only way to change his destiny is to study! And in order not to be forced to do anything in the future, this book must be read well and read the name of the great name-

At least one of the great scholars of the contemporary era, and become a celebrity outside the court and the public. Otherwise, I am afraid that chastity will not be preserved!

It was quite intoxicating to think about it. When other people wore them in ancient times, they were all flirted and angry, and were romantic and proud. Or they were full of spirit and spirit. Only he, although he was dressed as a handsome man, had to work hard since childhood because of this "beautiful beauty" and study hard to protect his chastity.

Life is really unexpected!

Zhang Changzong silently covered his face in his heart, kept his face serious, and continued to practice calligraphy—

The handwriting is well written, and it seems to be the standard for talented men in ancient times.

Before becoming a great scholar and a talented man, it would be better to try hard toward a prodigy first. It would be even better if we could attract contemporary great scholars to accept him as disciples because of their reputation as a prodigy!

After all, it was the Tang Dynasty, and there was no era of wire-bound books, books were still scroll-style, and printing technology was not very popular. If you want to become a great generation, it would not be possible to just read common books.

A truly good book, a lonely book, can only be found in a wealthy family for generations and families of many generations. If Zhang Changzong, who was born well, had a poor family, had to go to the families of these wealthy and geniuses to read books and accumulate knowledge and reading, there would be no other way except to gain fame!

Be famous as soon as possible!
Chapter completed!