Gu Xingwei stood in front of the post house and grabbed a person to ask for directions, and then walked towards the most prosperous street market in the capital. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The capital is more than four times larger than the Yuan City of Khu, but it is a boxy city, and the streets are horizontal and vertical, so that outsiders will not get lost in the middle of it.

Gu Xingwei had planned to go shopping and didn't be in a hurry, but when she suddenly heard the sound of reading aloud, she couldn't help but stop.

The academies are all built in a quiet and elegant place, how can there be so many people studying on the street?

She followed the sound of reading, but saw a long line in front of a house, all dressed as Confucian scholars, and they were all holding books and shaking their heads and reading.

"Little girl, Inkpool Academy doesn't recruit female students, you can go play elsewhere. ”

Gu Xingwei looked up and saw a young scribe wearing a kudzu cloth robe and a hosta looking at her with a smile. She didn't pay attention to what the scribe looked like, but her eyes were already attracted by the hosta worn by the scribe.

"Big brother, can I take a look at your hosta?"

"This can't be played casually, this is a status symbol for our college students. ”

Then you have to see it even more clearly!

This kind of symbolic identity, the style is unique, if this hairpin is the same as the one in memory, maybe you can find the Confucian cultivator mentioned in Gu Liru's codex.

"I don't play, I just take a look. ”

A dejected student walked out, and the young scribe gave way sideways, then nodded to the next student and said, "It's your time to take the exam." ”

The young scribe turned his head and saw Gu Xingwei looking at him intently, his eyes full of "If you don't show me, you won't leave", he laughed helplessly, raised his hand to take the hosta from his hair and handed it to Gu Xingwei.

"Be careful, don't break it. ”

Gu Xingwei carefully took the hairpin and looked at it carefully, with a disappointed face that could not be concealed.

The hosta in her storage bag was carved with a narcissus, and the hosta handed to her by the young scribe was carved with a magnolia flower.

It turns out that it is not!

She held the hairpin in her hand and was about to hand it back to the young scribe, but suddenly her heart moved, she took her hand back, ignoring the young scribe's hand hanging in the air, she pinched the hairpin head and turned it a few times according to her memory.

The young scribe was stunned for a moment, then took back the hairpin, coughed lightly, and tucked it up his sleeve. Although he kept his head down, anyone who looked at him could see that he blushed.

The hairpin can contain the love poems he is ready to give to his sweetheart!

"It's not right to snoop on someone's privacy. ”

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just curious. I have a hairpin that, like this one, is hollow. ”

"There are more hollow hairpins in the world, and our academy is not the only one who uses this as a basis, so there is really no need to be curious about this. ”

Gu Xingwei couldn't help but roll her eyes in her heart, using something without any characteristics as an identity certificate, this academy is enough!

Gu Xingwei turned around and wanted to leave, but she really couldn't control her desire to complain, so she said: "Since there are so many hairpins like this in the world, how can you tell if they are classmates?"

The young scribe looked at Gu Xingwei with an idiotic look, and their hosta was the same as the identity token of the Taoist sect, how could they not tell the difference.

He held the hosta in his hand, and the aura of Haoran came out through the body and was injected into the hairpin, the hairpin slowly deformed, and the magnolia flower at the hairpin head gradually disappeared and became a moire pattern. There is a number engraved at the end of the moire, which is undoubtedly the name of the young scribe.

"You see, there's my number on it. ”

The corners of Gu Xingwei's eyebrows jumped slightly, no wonder that hosta didn't have any reaction to spiritual power, it turned out to use Haoran Qi.

"Can you help me see my hosta?"

She didn't have the aura of Haoran, and she couldn't trigger the hosta at all, so she asked for help. Anyway, the hosta is not stolen and robbed, so there is no need to hide it.

"Hey, this is undoubtedly the hosta of our academy. ”

Before he could enter the aura of Haoran, the young scribe made a judgment, but I don't know how he judged it, it must be the secret of their academy.

He took the hosta and looked at it, looking a little strange.

This hairpin has become a narcissus, so ...... is this child?

"Where did you get this hosta?"

"My mother left it for me. ”

"Where's your father?"

Gu Xingwei said with a little loss: "I haven't seen it, I don't know where it is?"

The young scribe looked at the hosta suspiciously, if she was really the daughter of a classmate of the academy, there was no reason to let her be left out, classmates had never acted in such a style. He involuntarily injected a majestic aura into the hosta, and almost exclaimed in surprise when he looked at the student number that was slowly revealed.

Gengchen sixty-three.

Come and tell me personally, this is not true.

He tried to calm his mind and said in a slow tone, "How old are you?"

"In a month, I'll be six years old. ”

Confucianism, Taoism, and the Holy Prophet, please bless you, all this is an illusion.

The young scribe closed his eyes and prayed, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw that Gu Xingwei was still standing in front of him, and at this moment his worldview suddenly collapsed.

Seven years ago, Uncle Shi was trapped in a bottleneck and went out to study, and seven years later, a six-year-old girl appeared with the identity of Uncle Shi.

Who would believe that they don't have any relationship with each other?

He squinted at Gu Xingwei, and for the sake of his uncle's reputation, he simply killed this girl.

No, the benevolent love others, how can they kill innocents indiscriminately.

After a lot of mental struggle, the young scribe finally calmed down, and he handed the hosta back to Gu Xingwei, "This is the identity of the head of this academy, if it is convenient for the fifteenth girl this month, please follow me to the academy." ”

June 18 is the big day for Gu Chongming and the third princess Rong Yehuang, and June 15 is a big day for Gu Chongming and the third princess Rong Yehuang, and I don't know if it will be too late to go to the academy with this Confucian student.

"Is the academy far from here?"

"It's in the northwest of Mochi Mountain, not too far, two days away. ”

It takes two days unilaterally, and four days for going back and forth, which seems to be impossible.

"On the eighteenth day, I had something very important to do, and I really couldn't leave, so I would visit when I had time. ”

Hearing this, the young scribe became anxious. Can he not be in a hurry, letting Gu Xingwei wander around is tantamount to letting a wandering bomb ruin the reputation of the academy at any time.

Oh my God, abandoning his wife and daughter, getting pregnant before marriage, abandoning from beginning to end, which one is enough to choke on the mountain chief.

"If you hurry, you can go back and forth in three days. "If he didn't need to be in charge of admissions, he would have taken Gu Xingwei away now.

"In that case, I can go with you. ”

Gu Xingwei also sensed that this person had no malice to be so relieved, if it was someone else, it wouldn't be like this.

Although it is said that knowing the face of the person does not know the heart, there is another sentence that says that the relationship is born from the heart, and it is always right to look at it dialectically.

After asking where to meet on June 15, Gu Xingwei quit the young scribe and continued to walk forward, turning two street corners to the most lively Fang Market in the capital.

The capital is different from Qiu Yuan City, Qiu Yuan City and the immortals live more thoroughly, but the capital is different, only mortals are seen in the city, and the monks and Xiuxianfang City are hidden.

Gu Xingwei casually walked around the market, paid a deposit and ordered a batch of things, and then turned to find Xiuxianfang City.

Gu Xingwei doesn't have many spirit stones, but there are a lot of silver tickets, Gu Qingfei said before that he would put his monthly case on Gu Xingwei's account, Gu Qingfei's monthly case is not a small amount, she doesn't have to be soft at all when she buys things.

After going around most of the capital, Gu Xingwei noticed the fluctuation of spiritual power in an inconspicuous dead end.

Gu Xingwei played a metamorphosis force, and after a while, she looked at the unresponsive wall in front of her and blinked.

How could it be useless?!