When Liang Jiucheng returned to Zhang Garden after a long journey, he only saw his blond student who was reciting ancient poems with a sincere face and nodding his head. Of course, he knew that he was not such an honest person, but he was too lazy to ask whether he had cleaned and tidied Zhang Shou's study room during his absence and came back to study hard.
He casually asked someone to copy all the poems he had taught before, and then hurried out. However, he came back today on the emperor's orders, but he came back empty-handed. Because Zhang Shou was not in the study at all, he went to the Duke of Zhao's mansion. Although he wanted to go directly to the Duke of Zhao's mansion, after thinking about it, he returned to his own small courtyard.
After entering, he saw Wu Dawei sitting there with a sad face, copying poems with a brush in his hand. Thinking of how people had proposed the concept of a goose feather pen like offering a treasure before, and how Zhang Shou had actually asked someone to make two of them, but he did not allow this kid to use them, and how people were in great grief at that time, he could not help but raise the corner of his mouth and smile wistfully.
People from foreign barbaric lands think that everything is theirs alone - but how could this kid know that the same thing had been made by Emperor Taizu a long time ago. However, even with the dignity of an emperor, he still failed to promote the quill pen. In the end, people only used it occasionally when writing letters. After Emperor Taizu disappeared, the quill pen never appeared in the palace again.
Liang Jiucheng certainly would not wait until his student finished copying these relatively simple poems. He walked to his desk, picked up a pen and wrote two lines of words, then came to the other party and suddenly handed him the paper.
"Look, do you recognize the words on it?"
Wu Dawei was startled by his teacher's sudden action. When he came to his senses, he saw two lines of letters written on the paper. He immediately became interested and quickly put down his pen to take it. He looked at it carefully for a long time and couldn't help frowning. After a long while, he raised his head with a bitter face.
"Sir, this is not Italian, nor is it Tuscan or Latin. I can't understand it. It seems to be the language of an island country, um, that Britannia."
This was the answer Liang Jiucheng had expected. After all, during the years when the royal ships were sailing overseas, the superiors often had their confidants excerpt some words from Taizu's letters and make inquiries. They had already determined that some words seemed to be very similar to the writing of a certain Western island country. However, when viewed individually, they were true, but when viewed together, they were completely different.
Even if we copied out a portion of it and asked the fleet to take it out for identification, no one would be able to understand the complete sentence!
However, after receiving Wu Dawei's feedback, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. After all, a foreign boy who was right in front of him and had a strong learning ability was more credible than the foreign people brought back from the ships in the past.
So, thinking of Chu Kuan's words, his last hope fell on Zhang Shou, the owner of Zhang Garden, who had not returned yet. Fortunately, his wait was not in vain. Zhang Shou did not stay at the Duke of Zhao's mansion like he did the night before, but returned with Zhu Ying in the middle of the night.
Although he knew that the other party had been busy all day, Liang Jiucheng, who had been waiting for Zhang Shou to come back, still went to ask for an audience as soon as possible. As a result, when Zhu Ying, who had taken the initiative to invite this eunuch Liang from the palace to her home as a tutor, heard such a report, she immediately became a little annoyed.