After traveling through time, I became a thorn in the eyes of the sickly prince

Prince Duan looked at An Muxi with a sharp gaze.

"Yes, it was not easy for your father to send you to me, so you must follow my rules. You must also learn the etiquette of the palace. You must be obedient during your one-day stay in Prince Duan's Mansion, otherwise get out of the mansion." After saying that, he pushed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table over, and turned the wheelchair to sit opposite An Muxi.

An Muxi was so angry that he twisted a few times, but his body was tied to the chair tightly. He looked for the knot of the rope and found that the evil man had tied the knot on the back of the chair. After struggling for a long time without success, he angrily opened the book, looked at the traditional Chinese characters on it, and read aloud:

"Whatever, whatever, seeking goodness is enough to flatter people, but not enough to move the masses. Whatever, seeking virtue is enough to move people, but not enough to transform the people. If a gentleman wants to transform the people and establish customs, he must learn..."

Looking at An Muxi's foolish behavior, Prince Duan turned a page of the military book in his hand and said slowly:

"To think about the constitution and seek goodness is enough to flatter the people, but not enough to move the masses. To follow the virtuous and to understand the distant is enough to move the masses, but not enough to transform the people. If a gentleman wants to transform the people and establish customs, he must learn. If jade is not polished, it will not become a tool. If people do not learn, they will not know. Therefore, the ancient kings established the country and ruled the people, and teaching was the first thing they did."

An Muxi took out a pen and quickly wrote on the book, but all he wrote were simplified characters. This guy could actually memorize it, it seems he graduated from a 985 university.

When Prince Duan saw the pen Mu Xi took out, he paused and continued reciting:

“Even if there is delicious food, but you don’t eat it, you don’t know its taste; even if there is the ultimate truth, but you don’t learn it, you don’t know its goodness. Therefore, only after learning can you know your shortcomings; only after teaching can you know your difficulties.”

An Muxi wrote five pages in a row, and finally yawned and protested loudly.

"My Lord, I'm sleepy and want to take a nap."

Prince Duan glanced at the words on An Muxi's book and said, "Read it once. I will see if the eldest lady of the An family has made any progress."

"Then I want every word to be correct, and the prince will untie the rope and let me go back to Qingya Pavilion to rest."

Prince Duan did not respond, but stared coldly at An Muxi's expectant eyes. For some reason, he felt inexplicably relieved when he saw her in pain!!!

An Muxi thought that Prince Duan agreed, so he turned to the first page and read aloud, five chapters in a row, word for word.

A trace of suspicion flashed in Prince Duan's eyes. He took the book written by Muxi and started to read it. When he saw the simplified Chinese characters, he glanced at An Muxi again. He found that this boring person was so smart that she knew how to adapt. Moreover, the characters she wrote looked much simpler than the characters of Daxia. The pen in her hand was something he had never heard of or seen before.

"Did you invent the characters and pen?" An inquiring look.

"Yeah, yeah," An Muxi nodded repeatedly, "It's not that I can't read, it's just that our Da Xia's Chinese characters are too complicated, with too many strokes. It would be great to write like me, saving ink, paper, and brain cells!" He looked very proud, as if he was finally not an illiterate.

"Since you can invent characters, then learn more." Prince Duan said mischievously, with a hint of evil interest in his eyes.

When he heard that he had to write, An Muxi collapsed, "Prince, I beg you to stop reciting, you are just like Tang Monk reciting the Tightening Curse, it makes me sleepy. How about this, I mark the words I don't know, and then you can tell me, won't it save a lot of time?"

Prince Duan looked at An Muxi's flattering expression and clear eyes. His mind flashed with the scene of her hanging out in brothels and fooling around with a group of men. He snorted in annoyance, "Hmm!"

"Your Highness, when do you think I can go back to sleep?" He still spoke in a flattering tone. He had slept in the prison last night. Not only was he disturbed by mosquitoes all night, but the stone bed was also very uncomfortable.

"That depends on my mood!" Prince Duan raised his eyebrows slightly, looking condescending.

Seeing his irritating behavior, An Muxi was about to lose his temper, but then he softened his temper immediately.

"Okay, you are the boss. You are amazing. You can actually memorize it." He quickly put a small black dot on the unfamiliar traditional Chinese character.

After marking a page of paper, Prince Duan snatched the pen and drew a few strokes on the paper. He did not expect that the lines he wrote would be so smooth.

"Where did you get it?" Da Zhang unscrewed the other end of the pen, took a look, examined it for a while, and then screwed the pen cap back on.

"The day I fell off the cliff, I picked up a transparent treasure bag. There were many things in it, but no one else could see them. Only I could see them."

"Oh?" A trace of suspicion flashed in Prince Duan's eyes and he put the pen on the table. If this woman could tell the truth, even the dead could come back to life.

Mu Xi grabbed the pen, pointed at the small black dot of the traditional Chinese character, and looked at Prince Duan expectantly, "Prince, how do you pronounce this word?"

Prince Duan did not respond, but turned his wheelchair and walked towards the inner room.

"No, go ahead, untie the rope, I want to sleep!"

"I said that you must learn all the words in this book before leaving this study!"

"You're a pervert, that's a book, give me the divorce letter, we have nothing to do with each other and you don't have to care about me!" Mu Xi roared loudly, and the chair under his butt creaked in anger.

But Prince Duan left without looking back.

An Muxi used his mind to take out a dagger from space and cut the rope.