The winter of 1001 in the Tang calendar.

In recent years, the winter weather in Chang'an has become less capricious, and according to environmentalists, Datang's environmental policies have worked. As the most developed country on the planet, as long as Datang saves energy and reduces emissions, it can reduce the impact of the greenhouse effect at the fastest speed.

It was snowing outside the window, but Leng Yu, who was sitting in the back row of the classroom of the Liberal Arts Academy, only hoped that the class would end soon.

Students who are successfully admitted to the Faculty of Arts are already labeled as "elites" when they enter the school. Originally, after entering the school, I just had to find a major I liked, and I would like to study and research. However, no student can escape the school history class.

The bearded school history teacher closed the book and said with a smile: "The knowledge in today's textbook is taught here, and then Mr. will tell you some unique historical stories of our Academy of Literature, which great man do you want to hear?" ”

Hearing the students in the front row shouting in unison: "Saint, of course it's the story of the saint!" ”

Last year, the announcement of the saint's relics shocked the whole Tang Dynasty. No one knows how the saint, a thousand years ago, mastered such advanced technology. Since the opening ceremony, almost all historians have put down their work and devoted themselves to investigating the deeds of the saints, striving to find clues.

At the moment, there are two statements that have the most supporters. First, "saints are immortals". Although Zi Bu is silent, and modern science proves that things like gods and monsters are nonsense, in the face of such horrific facts, this strange statement has more supporters.

The other is that "the saint came from the future and traveled through time to the year of Wude", which is also full of scientific charm and can be regarded as the best explanation for this matter before there is a formal summary. It's just that when the brick family who put forward this theory asked to excavate the saint's grave, they were beaten up by unknown people with sacks. Even the government was reluctant to take on the case under the pretext of being busy.

Regardless of the truth, the sage fever that had been dormant for a long time was once again reinvigorated, and as students of the Faculty of Letters, they were naturally interested in the exclusive news of the school history record.

Listening to the husband's chatter, Leng Yu yawned, and tears came down.

What Mr. said was recorded at home, and when he heard it since he was a child, his ears were about to become calloused.

Unlike the people around him, Leng Yu was not interested in the stories of saints, did not worship saints, and was even a little tired of his identity as a descendant of saints.

Because of this identity, from the day he was born, he was destined to get the title of "Duke of Protector" respected by everyone in the Tang Dynasty without hard work. Because of this identity, as long as he slacks off a little, he will attract the accusations of others. Even if the results of hard work are achieved, no one will praise them, or even think that they should be.

"You are a descendant of a saint, so you must be very smart."

"You are the descendant of a saint, so you can't mess around and do something wrong."

"You are a descendant of a saint, and it is understandable that you can achieve such an achievement...."

....

From childhood to adulthood, he was surrounded by such words.

All of this was brought by the saint, that is, the first generation of the protector Leng Feng!

Although he knew that he was angry with his ancestors for no reason, even stupid, Leng Yu felt that if he didn't do this, he really didn't know what to do.

Originally, the school history class was only half an hour, but under the pleading of the enthusiastic students, the gentleman also dragged out the class, and he spoke for an hour before announcing the end of the class.

Picking up his schoolbag, Leng Yu stretched his waist and planned to go home directly.

The Academy of Literature is not far from Tianxia Manor, and whenever there is no class in the afternoon, he will go home directly.

As soon as I walked out of the classroom, I bumped into the dean, Zhang Ziqing.

Leng Yu arched his hand and said, "Student Leng Yu, I have seen the dean." ”

Zhang Ziqing looked at Leng Yu, who was tall and dignified, and nodded with satisfaction.

Patting Leng Yu on the shoulder, Zhang Ziqing said: "Study hard, you can hide your identity and be an ordinary student, it's commendable!" In next year's big exam, strive to get a good score and tell those sour people in the outside world that it is not because you are the direct heir of the Duke of Huguo that the Academy of Literature will give you a high score! ”

Leng Yu naturally smiled and nodded. Now there is more than one institution of higher learning in Datang, but he just likes it.

Because, only the Academy of Liberal Arts does not care about the background identity of the students, and the treatment is the same. The smart superiors, the stupid subordinates, the rules of the Academy of Letters, will never change because of money and status. This was true thousands of years ago, and it will continue to be true thousands of years later.

Moreover, it is only here that Mr. Dean will not take his achievements for granted, and will respect his efforts.

"Last year's graduate brought good tea to the old man, and your grandfather should like it too, come to the office with me and bring some back."

Leng Yu nodded and followed the dean in the direction of the office building.

took the tea leaves, but Zhang Ziqing did not let Leng Yu go, but made a pot of tea and asked him to stay.

After the teacher and student took a sip of tea, Zhang Ziqing took out a document and said to Leng Yu: "This is the conversation record sent by the psychological counseling room, don't be angry, the old man pays attention to this, not because you are the future protector of the country, but because of your identity as the first place in the five consecutive exams of the Academy of Literature." ”

Looking at the conversation record in the psychological counseling room, Leng Yu suddenly blushed. When this matter spreads, it is estimated that people will laugh off their big teeth. Since hundreds of years ago, being reborn in the blood of a saint has become a dream even more tempting than being reincarnated as an emperor. And he is fortunate to be a member of the Leng family, but he is still complaining.

Seeing Leng Yu's face flushing, Zhang Ziqing smiled and said, "Don't be embarrassed, this problem is not only yours, but also your father's bastard." In other words, the heirs of the protectors of the country for thousands of years have this knot. It is precisely because the ancestors are too good that the descendants have to bear such pressure. Don't mention this, the old man asks you first, what is Article 1 of the first chapter of our literary school regulations? ”

Leng Yu immediately replied: "Be your truest self." ”

Zhang Ziqing nodded with satisfaction and said, "That's right, that's it." Do you know who wrote the first one? ”

Leng Yu shook his head blankly, who would care who wrote the school rules he memorized? As long as this thing is complied with, why study it if you have nothing to do?

Zhang Ziqing laughed and took a breath before saying, "This article was actually written by a sage." Over the millennia, other school rules have been changed, but the first chapter left by the first builders of the Academy has not been changed, and we, the successors, have always been scrupulous. Being the most authentic version of yourself is something that is difficult for many people to follow. Because of this, our Academy of Arts has never interfered with students' choice of majors and never interfered with students' employment direction. For thousands of years, how many talented students, without being officials, ran to do their own weird things, have you ever heard of someone who was reprimanded? ”

Leng Yu shook his head, the liberal school spirit of the Academy of Literature is the reason why it has been the well-deserved leader of the institution of higher learning for thousands of years.

patting Leng Yu on the shoulder and handing him the transcript of the conversation, Zhang Ziqing said earnestly: "You don't have to worry about it, just do what you like to do." The title of Duke Protector does not have to be a human being. To put it irreverently, Mr. Leng is in average health, and it will be your father who will take over as the protector in a few years. But is your father very powerful? No, compared to your second uncle, the secretary of the military department, your father, the director of the Institute of Oceanography, is inconspicuous. However, no one blamed your father, and no one said that they would pass on the title to your second uncle.

Therefore, the title of Duke Protector is actually a glory left to the Leng family for thousands of years. No matter who the eldest son is, he must accept this honor. However, this glory is actually just a name, and there is no need to embarrass yourself because of this. I heard that you are very interested in botany? Then go to the Plant Branch, there is no need to force yourself to prepare to take over the military department. For thousands of years, there have been many times when the military department is not in the hands of the Leng family, and there is no shortage of you. ”

After listening to the dean's words, Leng Yu only felt that the big stone in his heart suddenly disappeared.

Be your truest self!

Recalling the ancestor's words, Leng Yu only felt warm all over his body.