As the chief of the Grand Chancellery, Zhao Yunrang's proposal was in line with his official duties.

  He did not oppose Zhao Zhen's reward for Sun Fu, even if Zhao Zhen was using official positions to repay his son's teacher, he still did not oppose.

  It's just that this opportunity is caught too accurately.

  "Matters of family learning can be discussed and decided within the clan..."

  Zhao Zhen likes to push, this cold treatment can evoke his thinking time, and make appropriate decisions.

  "It is only proper that new policies emanate from the imperial court, and the royal family should set an example for all clans under heaven."

  "I think the discussion of the King of Yuzhong is a matter for the imperial court, and not within the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites. It can be settled now."

  Zhao Yunrang disagreed with Zhao Zhen's procrastination, even if it was a family decision, he could go to the Cishantang school and had confidence in reaching an agreement within the family.

  Ke Jia Chang has taken over.

  Sun Fuyuan knew that since it was a new policy recommended by a group of people, it must be inclined towards the new policy. The official granted him a fifth-grade official position, but Jia Changchao didn't take it seriously, and not taking it seriously doesn't mean he can easily follow suit.

  Throw some dog shit and disgust the new regime's gang, it's also possible.

  Indeed! His goal has been achieved.

  Zhao Zhen's pleading gaze shifted from Fan Zhongyan to the people in the back row, Ouyang Xiu and Yu Jing, but not a single one of them made a sound.

  No way to make a sound. The new policy is implemented from the imperial court, and the royal family has a role model effect, which is beneficial to the implementation of the new policy.

  The proposal of King Yunnan on clan schools is originally one of the contents of the new policy, they promote the new policy, and this matter opposes it, which is self-contradictory.

  Zhao Zhen was very embarrassed, always very embarrassed. Even his own act of thanking the teacher couldn't be completed smoothly.

  Fortunately, he was already used to being stifled.

  "Arrived at Seijidō and Sōjiji Temple to discuss matters related to the imperial family's education."

  When his own father said this, Zhao Xi seemed to hear many people sighing.

  Isn't it too much? Zhao Xi understood that this old man was proposing to run a school, which is a good thing, why be so nervous?

  To say that in this large classroom, he was the only one, there was no comparison, and he also knew that no one could compare to him. But not even having someone to play with made it quite boring.

  If there are a dozen or so naughty kids together, he can also understand how children of this era live.

  The government office processed Sun Fu's appointment with unprecedented efficiency, as if afraid that Zhao Zhen would change his mind... Zhao Zhen did think of changing his mind, and he had done so before. After thinking about his son's cleverness, he finally compromised, even compromising on the establishment of a clan school within the palace.

  Zhao Xi sighed at the efficiency of this era. In just a few days, a school was set up like this. He also welcomed his first wave of fellow students from his hometown.

  Teaching within the palace, naturally has limitations on the age of students, this is a taboo, even if Jia Changchao was instigated by Zhao Yunrang several times, he only limited the relatives who came to study to those in their early years.

  Isn't it said that they are at a young age of learning? Young age of learning is exactly ten years old, but who would believe that this group of bear children are only ten years old?

  This is not the later generations, ten-year-old children can also have a height of 1.56 meters. But now Zhao Xi sees that there are actually three or four young people who are about 1.5 meters tall. They shouldn't be going to school yet?

  Is it that altering one's age has become a thing now? The question is, what use is there in changing their age? Won't they still have to be supported in Tokyo, mixing with the pleasure quarters until death?

  Anyway, the Zongzheng Temple... well, the Zongzheng Temple records the relatives of the clan, and Zhao Yunrang is the old master of the Zongzheng Temple. Thinking of this, Zhao Xie also felt relieved.

  Whatever you want to play, grandpa will follow!

  Zhao Xi knew himself, with this body of his, although he was only four or five years old, he wasn't any worse than seven or eight year olds. He thought that as long as he was under ten years old, he could take on anyone one-on-one without a problem, but fourteen or fifteen... forget it.

  Look at each of them with their entourage, and then look at Wang Zhongzheng... Alas! If they really fight, it's hard to predict who will win.

  "Zhong Zheng, if we were to fight them, what are our chances of winning?"

  "Prince Wang, what's going on?"

  Zhao Xi was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he forgot this fool couldn't understand these words.

  "Is it just fighting with them, can we win?"

  This remark left Wang Zhongzheng speechless. In this charitable hall, even if you put it in the whole world, who would dare to fight with Master Wang after eating feces?

  The king asked, and he still had to answer.

  "Your Highness, a simple fight is hard to predict, but if you say don't mind dying, I can take down all the attendants."

  He could only set his sights on the attendants, who were all household slaves and of equal status. Even if it was a distant relative who had come out of mourning attire five times, he wasn't someone that an inner servant like him could lay hands on.

  "Right, let's get him!"

  Wang Zhongzheng was stunned again. Thinking about it, Wang Ye had always been trying to get himself killed...

  Actually, no one dares to confront Zhao Xi face-to-face.

  They think differently. Zhao Xi felt that it was normal for kids to fight and wouldn't make a big deal out of it, so he ran back home to tell his parents. His old man... didn't want to bother with him at all.

  These relatives, although some are close to the King of Yunnan and some have come with a mission, most are truly here to study, at least they can establish some private friendships with future imperial rulers.

  This is also why Zhao Yunrang was confident of winning the internal power struggle within the clan.

  "Your Highness, now that the Cishantang School is established, your progress is entirely up to you. The imperial clan's school aims to enlighten and educate, but also needs to take into account the complexities of governance..."

  Sun Fu originally liked this profession, as for who he taught, what identity, except for Zhao Xi, others in his eyes were just students.

  It's just Zhao Xichen's cleverness, it can't be followed according to the pace of enlightenment.

  "Yes, sir, I understand."

  It's no longer private tutoring or supplementary classes, but real classroom teaching.

  Zhao Xi felt it was no big deal. His three views were already set, and no matter how Sun Fu explained it, he had his own fixed understanding.

  Although Sun Fu is not conservative and does not follow the annotations of great Confucians, he directly explores the original meaning of the classics. Nowadays, it should be considered innovative, but in Zhao Xi's mind, he only knows the meaning of the classics, how to apply them, what Sun Fu said doesn't count.

  It wasn't until the class officially started that Zhao Xi felt... what a mess.

  In a single classroom, thirty or so people, from purely three to five year old children learning the basics, to ten year olds studying classics, all mixed together and taking turns.

  The key is that all of these courses have already passed.

  My god! Zhao Xi finally understood what Sun Fu meant by self-discipline.

  Listen to others reciting familiar articles, but you must put your mind into your newly learned courses...

  But Zhao Xi's class had only him in it.

  These are not the most important things. What's important is that Zhao Xi finally has recess time and finally has someone to play with, all of whom are 7 or 8 years old.

  This made Zhao Xi very satisfied. Accompanying Tao Niang, he already knew that three or five year old kids are no different from those in the future, they just stick to people and pester them.

  At this age of seven or eight... shouldn't there be some characteristics of the times?