After my luck was stolen, I led my whole family to defy fate and change our destiny.

On the one hand, the second prince felt that Gu Linglong's words were complete nonsense. The prime minister had truly doted on him all these years, sending all the good food and fun things to his mansion.

Even when he didn't want to study and was punished by his mother, the prime minister would protect him in his arms. When his father asked him to write a treatise on national strategy, he didn't want to, so the prime minister arranged for someone to do it for him.

Most of his staff members were recruited by the Prime Minister, who was known for his respect for talent. How could it be fake that the Prime Minister treated him so well?

But on the other hand, Gu Linglong's words planted a thorn in his side, reminding him of something.

Such a strange event may be a warning from God.

He packed his bags, preparing to go out. This was just the first step, the first step to test his grandfather.

……

Shangshu Mansion.

Su Xiuran and the others were waiting for Chen Boqing at the door early. Chen Boqing was still a little incredulous when he got off the carriage, as it had been many years since they had invited him to come and teach.

With such a bad reputation, why would the Gu family still want him to teach?

The last time was many years ago. At that time, he had the best grades in the college and his family was poor. He was taking exams and teaching at the same time.

Jiang He even jokingly called him "sir" and asked him to teach him.

"Mr. Chen?"

Seeing that Chen Boqing seemed a little dazed, Su Xiuran called out again, "Mr. Chen?"

Chen Boqing snapped out of his daze, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Greetings, Madam. I was rude just now."

Su Xiuran smiled and returned the greeting: "No need for formalities. These are my three sons. From now on, I will entrust them to you, sir."

Gu Yu'an has met Mr. Chen.

Gu Liyao has met Mr. Chen.

Gu Ziming has met Mr. Chen.

Chen Boqing nodded, his gaze lingering on Gu Yu'an for a moment before quickly looking away.

Su Xiuran: "Please come in, sir."

Chen Boqing followed, asking with some doubt, "Madam, are you aware of some of the rumors circulating about me?"

Su Xiuran: "I know, but my son and I have both read your other articles. Although they are not as outstanding as 'Ode to a Beauty,' they are very similar in style. On the other hand, Vice Dean Jiang has not produced a single article that can compare to it in all these years."

Therefore, I believe Mr. Chen is not as the outside world thinks.

Gu Linglong nodded in deep agreement. [Mother, are you that amazing? Because "Ode to a Beauty" was originally written by Chen Boqing!]

Su Xiuran spoke cryptically, but Chen Boqing understood.

Chen Boqing's eyes flickered slightly. There were still people in this world who believed in him?

As Su Xiuran walked, she explained the situation of her three sons at the academy. Chen Boqing was in charge of teaching for two hours, one hour for Gu Yu'an and Gu Liyao, and the other hour for Gu Zimo.

After all, Gu Ziming is only six years old, just at the level of early childhood education.

Logically, two tutors should be found, one to be responsible for Gu Yu'an and Gu Liyao, and the other to be responsible for Gu Zimo's early education. However, Su Xiuran's letter seemed to have sunk without a trace.

Su Xiuran led the people to the study and brought Gu Yu'an and Gu Liyao's examination results from the academy.

Chen Boqing nodded, recalling the chrysanthemums by the roadside.

"Since I will be your teacher from now on, I need to test you first. What you know about the academy can only be used as a reference."

"Please give me a question, sir."

"Please give me a question, sir."

Write a seven-character quatrain on the theme of chrysanthemums.

Gu Yu'an and Gu Liyao sat down separately and began to write.

Gu Yu'an picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, thought for a moment, and then began to write.

Chen Boqing looked at it and saw that the characters were vigorous and powerful, like dragons dancing in the wind, and the poem was also very charming. Chen Boqing nodded in satisfaction.

Looking at Gu Liyao on the other side, his handwriting was delicate, and he was actually writing in small regular script. It's rare for a man to write in small regular script. His poetry wasn't very good, but his handwriting was quite nice.

Little did anyone know that Gu Liyao had specifically learned small regular script for writing prescriptions in order to practice medicine in the future.

Chen Boqing collected the two poems and looked them over, gaining some understanding of their meaning.

"Both young masters wrote quite well; if we were to determine a winner, the eldest young master would have a slight edge."

Su Xiuran nodded; it was an expected result.

Of course, my eldest brother is the smartest in the family. Why don't you take him under your wing?

Gu Yu'an's fingers curled slightly. These days he had read all of Chen Boqing's works, and his idol had changed from Jiang He to Chen Boqing.

I don't know if it was because of Chen Boqing's reputation, but many of his later good articles were buried and he was nailed to the pillar of shame.

What's wrong with these people's eyes? Chen Boqing's article is clearly much better than what Jiang He wrote at the academy.

But... will Chen Boqing accept me?

Forget it, given the Gu family's situation, it's best not to drag them down. Simply teaching and taking on students are two different things.

After reading the poems, Chen Boqing handed them to Su Xiuran.

Next, it was time to test Gu Ziming. Chen Boqing frowned slightly as he looked at the calligraphy Gu Ziming had practiced at the academy.

how to say?

Even Cangjie (the legendary inventor of Chinese mythology) would be brought back to life by anger!

Gu Ziming glanced cautiously at Chen Boqing and touched his nose.

Su Xiuran was also a little embarrassed. It was already a bit difficult for a literary master like him to teach his youngest son, let alone a poor student!

Oh dear, I hope Chen Boqing isn't crying because my third brother's handwriting is so ugly.

Gu Ziming: "..."

"I am already familiar with the learning of the eldest and second young masters. Now, I will assess the youngest young master's abilities."

Su Xiuran stood up and watched nervously from the side. She wasn't worried about Gu Yu'an and the other two, but she was concerned about her youngest son. She knew that her son preferred playing with dogs and walking birds and didn't care much about academics.

But since it was Mr. Chen's first day, she had to take charge herself to avoid upsetting him and driving him away.

Chen Boqing stroked his beard: "Write the word 'attack' first, let me see your literacy level."

Gu Ziming nodded. "So simple?"

This made him nervous for a long time, but he confidently wrote on the rice paper...

"Rooster"

"..."

Su Xiuran glanced at what her son had written, squeezed the handkerchief, and felt her blood surging.

My third brother is killing me with laughter!

Chen Boqing's eyelids twitched. He blamed himself for not explaining clearly. He thought for a moment and decided to test him with an idiom.

Respect ( ) ( ) ( ) ( )

Gu Ziming scratched his head with a wolf-hair brush, thought for a moment, and then realized, "Oh, I know this. I've heard my little sister mention this idiom before. She wouldn't lie to me." So he confidently wrote it down.

Zun (du) (Jia) (du)

Su Xiuran clenched her fists tightly, trying to calm herself down: "My own child, my own child!"

Chen Boqing took a deep breath and pressed his throbbing temples. This...this...this really is Gu Mingtang's biological son?

Chen Boqing paused for a moment, then said, "Let's test you on poetry. Let's test you on something simple, something even a beginner student could do."

"The bright moonlight shines before my window," what are the lines that follow?

Gu Ziming thought for a moment: "The bright moonlight shines before my window, I love drinking chicken soup, I can drink a whole vat at once, and then I'll wet my pants."

Gu Linglong rested her small hand on her chin. [This poem is right, you know what, you really have to admit it.]

Gu Ziming held his head high, ready to receive praise.

Su Xiuran, seeing her youngest son's smug expression despite not realizing he had answered incorrectly, couldn't take it anymore. She looked around and said, "Where's my knife...?"

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Gu Ziming jumped up from his seat. "Mom, Mom, calm down!"

"Big brother, second brother, save me!"

Is he wrong?

Isn't this very stressful?