Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress Chapter 593: Too Irresponsible

Chapter 593: Too Irresponsible

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Longyuan sat beside Elder ng, using his little hence to pull open his eyelids while yelling, Wake up, sir! Teach already so that I could leave soon, you hear ?”

The old man frowned and sat up, rubbing his temples to calm his mood... before laying down again.

Without so much as a look at Longyuan, he grumbled feebly with his ancient voice, “Your Highness, I’ll teach you the Analects first—repeat after and morize it, alright?”

“Are you going to teach the Four Books and Five Classics, sir?” Longyuan asked, blinked his large eyes.

Elder ng nodded in reply. “Of course. What else would I teach you?”

“But I could recite all of it,” Longyuan said honestly.

Startled, the old man sat up again and looked at Longyuan with twinkling eyes.

“Really?” He asked.

“Yes, I’ll recite it now—”

Longyuan began to recite the text, but the old man suddenly snapped, “Stop.”

The boy did as he was told, and the old man praised him without holding back. “It couldn’t get any better if you could recite those texts. I am truly in awe of your mory, Your Highness—you most certainly are a prodigy, a one-in-million.”

Longyuan smiled from the flattery, while Elder ng rose to his feet and lit up a candlestand nearby, illuminating the room imdiately.

After that, he took a book offhandedly from the rack. Handing it to Longyuan, he smiled faintly and asked, “Are there any words which are too difficult for you in here, your highness?”

Flipping through the pages, Longyuan recognized most of the words and rarely encountered any he didn’t know.

“I could read almost every word, elder.” He said, blinking his big round eyes.

Elder ng appeared beside himself with joy at that. “Great. There are around fifty thousand words in this book, Your Highness—I’m giving you ten hours, so start morizing now and commit it to mory by noon tomorrow. Understand?”

Longyuan nodded and replied, “Yes, elder.”

“Start morizing now, then. I’m going back to sleep.” Elder ng yawned, lay down, and curled into his blanket again, before falling asleep once more.

Longyuan picked up a book and read it seriously, but was soon dozing off and fell asleep at Elder ng’s side.

He woke up the next morning to find the old man still asleep.

Seeing that he did not even morize half the book he was assigned, he picked it up again to start reading it again.

When it was ti for breakfast, Liu Rushuang returned to spoon-feed Longyuan again, and ordered the servants to clean up the study.

“How much have you morized, Your Highness?” Elder ng smiled at Longyuan from across the table.

Since he fell asleep last night, Longyuan had only managed to morize twenty thousand words or so. As such, he frowned and said, “I’m not done yet—wait a little longer.”

Elder ng smiled and rose to his feet, and headed to a nearby clearing to do so stretches.

After lunch, he asked with a smile again, “Are you done morizing?”

Longyuan looked up at him and frowned. “There are still less than twenty pages. Please hold on.”

Nonetheless, Elder ng snatched his book away, flipped through it and smiled faintly. “Hold out your hand, Your Highness.”

Longyuan held out his hand, and—

Smack, smack, smack—

Elder ng had whipped out a small stick and struck Longuyan’s hand multiple tis.

Longyuan quickly pulled his little hand away at that and exclaid tearfully, “It hurts! Don’t hurt ! I’ll just morize it right!”

Though Elder ng was smiling, he spoke with a tone that permitted no refusal, “Hurry up and hold your hand out, your highness, or I’m telling His Majesty that there’s no hope for you.”

“If that happens, His Majesty is never letting you out.”

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