On this day, all eyes of everyone in Lin'an were focused on Taixue under the supervision of Guozi.

Taixue is adjacent to West Lake.

Before dawn, hundreds of scholars gathered to Taixue, carrying lanterns and carrying slaves, and there seemed to be several fire dragons converging in Lin'an in the dark night.

Scholars go to Taixue to participate in the art course.

When Lin'an Jingguan went to Daqing Hall to participate in the Great Dynasty Meeting, he needed to get up on the fourth watch and set off on the fifth watch.

Li Ruyu didn't fall asleep after waking up in the middle of the night, and after waiting for the time to get closer, he went to buy breakfast and came back, leaving it for Shen Lian and Hua Ban, and then changed into a Confucian shirt, carrying the certificate of resignation received from the Ministry of Rites, and carrying the lantern to Taixue.

Hundreds of people had gathered outside Taixue, bustling, all blocked by fences.

Unlike the regular subject and the system, the art subject only needs one day to complete the exam, and the scale of the number of people who should be lifted is far inferior.

Outside Taixue, the petty officials of the Ministry of Rites, Guozijian, and Hanlin Academy were already in place, and the soldiers who were transferred from the forbidden army to be in charge of the examination order stood behind the fence with clear armor.

Li Ruyu had no acquaintances and didn't want to blend in with the crowd, so he found a corner in the outermost street and stood quietly under the tree and waited.

"Li Ruyu?"

The sound quality is somewhat strange, and it seems to be going through a stage of voice change.

Li Ruyu turned his head sideways, looked at the twelve-year-old boy in a Confucian shirt not far away, and was a little surprised, "You know me?" ”

The young man has an ordinary appearance, with more than a dozen fine moles on his face, which makes the young man a little rough, wearing a green shirt that ordinary readers like, and the strange thing is that there is a knife hanging from his waist.

Embroidered spring knife.

How can such a young boy embroider a spring knife?

The young man squinted his eyes and looked Li Ruyu up and down, and there was an unusual calmness in his eyes, which made Li Ruyu seem to see another self, and replied: "No one in the world knows you." ”

Lin'an should raise the art department, and there is only one teenager in all the lifts.

Li Ruyu, who crowned Jinghua with rolling letters.

In fact, there have been countless eyes at this moment, but I am a little unsure which one is Li Ruyu, is it the young man who stands under the tree with his hands in the Confucian shirt, or the young man who has an embroidered spring knife on his waist?

Li Ruyu also has an embroidered spring knife!

Li Ruyu smiled, "Praise falsely, what do you have to do." ”

The twelve-year-old boy looked like an adult, stroked his chin with one hand, and nodded, "Just to see what is so special about the person who made my father's 'death'." ”

The word martyrdom is slightly heavier.

Li Ruyu was inexplicable, "Your father? ”

A smile appeared at the corner of the young man's mouth, "Zhu Qi, the chief banner of the Fusi Division of Beizhen, died in a county in Jiangqiu Prefecture. ”

Zhu Qi?

Zhu Qi's son, no wonder there is an embroidered spring knife, it should be Zhu Qi's embroidered spring knife - the practice of the Beizhen Fusi, if the father dies, the embroidered spring knife can be retained, and the heirs can fill the vacancy.

Li Ruyu was vigilant, "Your father didn't die at my hands. ”

The young man shook his head, "Don't be nervous, I don't dare to kill you now to avenge my father." ”

Li Ruyu sighed, "Then you ......"

The boy turned and walked into the darkness, "I just came to see you and remember what you look like." Although I am a little dissatisfied with that father, I think he is pedantic and incompetent, but he is my father after all, and he has exchanged his life for me a bright future, so that one day, I will come to take your head. ”

"Remember, I'm Zhu Ba, Zhu Ba, the son of Zhu Qi!"

Li Ruyu could only smile bitterly.

Zhu Qi gave birth to so many sons?

It's all ranked eight......

There was a commotion at the fence, but it was the official in charge of miscellaneous chores who commanded the forbidden soldiers to start checking the juzi, and a group of people were preparing to enter the Taixue exam, Li Ruyu looked at it, found the entrance to the calligraphy department, and waited quietly.

The search of the art department is much simpler than the regular department, the system is much simpler, the first inspection at the fence, and then the inspection after entering, and then directly enter the examination room, not like the search of the regular department, after two inspections, the child has to bathe and change clothes, and change into standard clothes.

The examination hall of the calligraphy and painting department is not a single room, and each one has a layout.

Instead, in the huge courtyard, a shed was built to prevent rain or the scorching sun, and everyone took the exam together, of course, there should still be secrecy measures, such as the examiner could not appear except for the forbidden soldiers as invigilators.

All calligraphy and painting works will be named, until the middle or dethroned, there will be the Ministry of Rites officials to open the name, the fall of the natural do not need to care, only need to take the work according to the examiner to take the ranking unveiled, make a list, handed over to the Ministry of Rites and sent to His Majesty's Imperial Desk.

In the huge examination hall, Li Ruyu saw Zhou Suhuai.

This cursive master who had tried to embarrass himself in the Ministry of Rites and Ceremonies did not seem to have been hit, and was still in high spirits, and after quietly grinding the ink, he carried his left hand and waved his pen in his right hand.

Splash ink.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, all in one go.

It was so far away that Li Ruyu couldn't see what Zhou Suhuai had written.

Calm down to sharpen the ink, spread out the rice paper after a while, first put your own number in the upper right corner, and then write down the household registration and name, and then meditate for a while, the mind is united, and start to write on the rice paper.

"Chivalrous Journey" written by Li Ruyu.

In the twelfth year of Yong'an, two strangers came to Jinguancheng in Shuzhong, a master, who never left his hand and was dressed in white clothes and snow, always looking lonely, attracting the favor of countless ladies; A little Lori, holding her master's sword and carrying a book, is always so tired that her little face is crimson, and her face amazes many teenagers in Jinguan City.

At a literary meeting, the silent master looked at the full house of scholars, laughed and laughed, and said that these words can also be poetry, and under the anger of the public, the little Lori with a crimson face put down the sword in her arms, got up and recited poetry.

The poem is complete, and the hall is full of silence.

A poem was full of surprises.

Since then, the little name Sheng Jinguan has not lost to Lin'an Fengwu Jiang Zhaoyue, nor is he weak to the ugly girl of the Hedong Liu family who is famous in "Yongxulu".

It is said that Xiaoxiao will inevitably hang the name "Yongxulu" in the coming year.

The song "Chivalrous Journey" quickly spread and blossomed all the way from the pen of the Shu Chinese to the north, south and east of Daliang.

Da Liang scholars, everyone knows that Jinguan has a little girl, and he traveled to study with a sword and made "Chivalrous Travel".

Li Ruyu had already heard that poem when he was in Jiangqiuzhou.

There are some discrepancies from what Xiaoxiao did in Fanmian Village, adding a lot of sentences and changing individual words, which are probably written under the guidance of the master.

Otherwise, just based on the original prototype poem, how can it be shocking.

Li Ruyu splashed ink.

Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hookshuang, Xueming; The silver saddle shines on the white horse, sassy like a meteor; Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles; After the incident, he brushed off his clothes, and hid his merit and fame. Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward...... The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world; Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical.

Someone in Lin'an wrote a chivalrous line.

……

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There is a white-clothed master in Shu, with a little Lori with a sword and a crimson face, out of Jiangyou City, the master rides a horse, and the little Lori rides a donkey, walking in the fields of the autumn harvest.

"Master, I don't know how Brother Yu is doing in Lin'an."

"He, he should raise the art department today."

"Can Brother Yu hit?"

"How is that possible, his handwriting is worse than yours, I guess I still have to have your grandfather Xie Lang go some contacts."

"But Brother Yu wrote the preface to the Lanting Collection and was struck by lightning, but you didn't write it, Master, I think you are jealous of Brother Yu."

"That's because...... In a hurry, he said so many words, he was not ashamed or ashamed, and he dared to disrespect his master before he became his little lady. The master, who was annoyed and angry by the little Lori, drank helplessly.

Secretly said that who is who, who has the ability to compare poems with me?

Little Lori stuck out her tongue and grimaced, "You're just not as good as Brother Yu." ”

The Master rolled his eyes.

Little Lori looked at the farmer in the field, and her mind drifted far away.

Brother Yu, are you okay?

Brother Yu, I'm waiting, waiting for you to give me a city.

Our city.

Autumn is high and cool will enter the winter, in the mountains and wilderness of Shu, there are masters and little Lori to study and study, after leaving a good talk in Shu, go north through the Qinling Mountains and enter Guanzhong, and want to go to the Wenhui to hang the top three of the "Yongxulu" Guanlong Li family The female word leader.

Outside Jinguan City, there was a woman with black and white swords looking to the north, and she burst into tears.

Finally, I don't have to be bullied.

On the side, she also had black and white swords, and Xiaohong, a female singer from Zuixianglou in Jiangqiu Prefecture, couldn't cry or laugh, Uncle Xiao, as long as you draw your sword, you can beat a hundred little Lori, why are you so afraid of her?