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 such great scholars of the time.

In modern times, what she doesn't like to hear the most is the rhetoric of some economists who are 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".

At first, Yang Ruoqing didn't quite understand what lecturing on a fishing boat meant. Now that she saw such a large boat, she finally understood that Chen'er was here to listen to the great Confucians giving lectures on such a luxurious fishing boat.

Hey, the literati and Confucian scholars in Daqi are very particular about their studies and make them 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, and his demeanor. He was probably going to be kicked out as a bastard.

We have to find a way to sneak in. How?

His eyes swept across the Emerald River in front of him...

At this time, the large boat with carved railings and painted buildings was parked quietly in the middle of the water, but there were trestles covered with red velvet blankets on both sides leading to the two banks.

On both sides of the strait, long queues of various luxurious carriages stopped. Surrounded by servants, dignitaries, dignitaries, or elegant people got off the carriages and climbed onto the trestle, leading to the boat.

There were men and women, and the women even had their 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 inlays, looking at the people on both sides of the strait who came to watch. The streets were crowded and empty.

Yang Ruoqing raised her lips proudly and gave her a hundred thumbs up for her wit.

Following the crowd, she walked towards 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.

She didn't 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, or 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 on the stage giving lectures.

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.

I kept looking and looking, and 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 had no intention of listening to what she was saying. She was so eloquent that a rough person like her couldn't understand it.

Anyway, I just know that the lectures given by the great Confucians must have been 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 change your mind temporarily and go play somewhere else?

After all, the lectures given by these great Confucians are really boring for laymen. If their knowledge and vision are not up to that level, it is difficult to appreciate the fun.

Where is the brat!

Just when Yang Ruoqing felt very irritable and thought about whether to look elsewhere, the lights on the stage changed a few times, and then the curtain slowly opened...

Yang Ruoqing heard gasps from the surroundings, followed immediately by hushed discussions.

"Whose child is that? Why are you so ignorant that you run to the stage to play? Adults don't care about it!"

"That's right, who of the people invited to this literary banquet today is not a respectable person? It's really uncultured to let children run to and play on the stage!"

Hearing the whispers around her, Yang Ruoqing suddenly thought of something and turned around to look towards the stage.

She was shocked by this look.

Behind the curtain is a large desk, and behind the desk is a grand master's chair.

A young boy was sitting 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.

Her dark hair was simply tied up on top of her head and stabilized with a white jade crown, with a topaz inlaid in the middle.

Topaz is bright and noble, which is extremely rare among jade.

Looking at this 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 actually came here to give lectures!

Oh my gosh, this is incredible!

Her vision was blurred by the surge of tears, and she stared unblinkingly at Chen'er who had already started lecturing on the stage in front of her...

Yang Ruoqing was not interested in listening to the lectures given by other great Confucian scholars. She found them boring and could not understand them.

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 boarded the ship, ugh...

On the stage, the little boy sat there calmly and calmly.

His pleasant voice explained to everyone there: "Thanks to the invitation of the host of this cultural banquet, let me give a lesson to everyone. I am not talented, so I have the courage to show my shame. What I want to talk about this time is 'Scheming

'As soon as I say..."

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 a smooth white stone in their hands.

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.
Chapter completed!