Luo Xin was considering what he should teach Liu Le.
His greatest strengths were governance and mathematics. Of course, Liu Le had no need to learn those things; discussing them with Lü Zhi would be more appropriate. Lü Zhi probably had that in mind as well.
As for anything else, he knew far too much: Confucianism, Mohism, Daoism, and Legalism, the Six Arts of the Gentleman, the general history of the Three Generations, eighteen hundred poems from the Book of Odes, and six hundred pieces from the Songs of Chu.
There was nothing he did not know. Though he could not be called a master of most of them, few in this world could surpass him. For a moment, he actually had no idea what to teach Liu Le.
Perhaps because her mother was so forceful, the little girl was very docile. She had perfectly inherited Lü Zhi's looks, but not her steely strength.
Luo Xin thought Liu Le resembled A Cai as a child. Her brows and eyes had a pure, youthful look, and her eyes were large and bright. He truly could not imagine how peerless her grace would be once she grew up.
After some thought, Luo Xin decided to teach Liu Le rites, history, poetry, and verse: the changes in rituals, histories told from Luo State's perspective, poems praising former kings, especially the Sage King, and the romantic myths of Chu State written by Qu Yuan.
This was probably the best choice. Having settled on it, Luo Xin smiled gently and asked softly, "A Le, do you know Qu Yuan of Chu State?"
Liu Le's wide eyes filled with puzzlement. Then she caught a pleasant scent and could not help moving a little closer to Luo Xin. Seeing what she did, Luo Xin could not help