Chapter 2 I Have an Idea (1)

  "Sister Qiang, are you tired? Let me give you a massage."

  "I dare not trouble you, young master, I am not tired."

  "How can you not be tired? Look at your face, it's all red. Oh my, look at how uneven your breathing is. Otherwise, let me press on your chest for you?"

  "Ah! No... never mind..."

  In the room, a little brat with a smiling face was circling around the young maid, his eyes gleaming as he glanced back and forth. One hand followed his gaze, constantly gesturing. The young maid's face was flushed with shame, unable to hide or avoid it.

  "Report to the Fourth Master that you have been summoned, and ask him to come over. Please, Master, go to the front hall to receive your guest." A voice outside the door spoke up at this moment.

  "What? Oh, sigh... here it comes."

  Liu Zhang let out a long sigh, reluctantly pausing the promising career of a young man who had traveled through time to help an ancient beauty understand her own body.

  After he recovered, he expressed his desire to learn from the best scholars to Liu Yan. Liu was overjoyed and immediately invited many learned scholars to come to his residence for an interview.

  However, the result of the interview made Liu Yan's father extremely depressed. Under Liu Zhang's polite and courteous questioning, those confident teachers either angrily stormed off or blushed with shame, admitting that they were indeed unable to live up to the task.

  After two months, the gentleman who came to apply for the position of Xi Shi was as rare as a phoenix feather or a unicorn horn, and not one could be seen in several days.

  The reputation of the fourth son of the Liu family, Liu Xuan, as being stubborn and difficult to teach, soon spread throughout Hebei Province. His father, Liu Yan, was also angry, but he couldn't do anything about it. This was because every time he interviewed him, the questions Liu Xuan asked were so profound that even he, who considered himself a renowned scholar, was left speechless and unable to answer.

  Every time he waited for the person to leave, wanting to teach this clever kid a lesson, Liu Zhang would come up with an answer that made Liu Yan think deeply and suddenly realize. Although he didn't say it out loud, in his heart, he couldn't help but feel secretly delighted that his own son was so intelligent.

  For those who can't stay, it naturally means that the person's level is not enough and cannot teach this talented son. Since there is no suitable teacher for the time being, Liu Zhang can only stay in the room. In boredom, tease the little girl, look at her shy red face, and take advantage of the opportunity to touch her small hand, which is also enjoyable.

  As for Old Man Liu, he had already lost hope when someone came to call him to the front hall to receive guests. He actually originally intended to use this method to see if he could bring out a few famous people he knew and take the opportunity to win them over and form a clique.

  Unfortunately, for two months now, not to mention top-notch figures like Tian Feng and Xun Yu, but even some second-rate figures have hardly been seen. Time and time again, he has been disappointed, and he is already thinking of other ways.

  "Come, come, Zhang'er, quickly come and pay respects to Mr. Wenju." In the front hall, Liu Zhang slowly walked in, and Liu Yan repeatedly urged him, pointing to a blue-robed scholar beside him. "Wenju, this is my mischievous youngest son, with the single name Zhang, already ten years old this year."

  Liu Zhang thought this person was another western scholar coming for an interview, so he lazily cupped his hands in greeting and said: "Young Liu Zhang has seen you, sir. I have a few questions..."

  "Cough, that, scoundrel, you're being rude. Wen Juguang is a good friend of my father's from the same court, not, uh, those messy questions of yours don't need to be asked." Liu Yan felt embarrassed as soon as he heard Liu Zhang start asking questions and hastily coughed several times to interrupt him.

  "Hehe, no need to be polite." The man in the green robe waved his hand and smiled: "I've heard that the young master is extremely intelligent, but after two months of seeking a teacher, he still hasn't found someone who can teach him. Although I'm not talented, I'd like to hear the young master's questions and broaden my horizons."

  "Hmm, this......" Liu Yan hesitated slightly, unable to refuse, and could only secretly give Liu Zhang a stern look.

  Hmm, isn't this the one who came to mourn Xi's death? Old Master's old friend from the same dynasty. Huh? Wait a minute, what did Old Master call him just now? Wen Ju Gong! Could it be him?

  "Oh, cough, this, dare to ask the gentleman, is it not the famous child prodigy Kong Rong, also known as Kong Wenju?" Liu Zhang's eyes flashed with excitement, and he rearranged his clothes before asking respectfully.