Liu Demu didn't even say this, and then pulled Gao Yue downstairs, "Hurry up and find the doctor and the superintendent, and finalize our C-shaped room and T-shaped room." ”

Then the two of them closed the door and turned the corner of the B-shaped room, Gao Yue saw that there was a student sitting on the Yin mat inside, who was slightly hunched back, buried in a pile of books, constantly copying something.

"This man is hardworking." Gao Yue couldn't help but admire.

Liu Demuro smiled, "This person is from the Bohai Kingdom across the sea, his name is Yang Xi, you don't have to pay attention to him, he only knows how to copy things from day to night and night to day." ”

"Copy what? Is it related to scientific research? ”

Liu Demuro shook his head, "This person copied Buddhist scriptures day and night, he, like many other envoys sent to the Tang Dynasty, came to my Tang Kingdom, as long as there was a place to stay, some money would lease Buddhist scriptures, buy paper and pencils, and then only know how to copy and copy, copy a few large copies a year, and wait for the envoys from their own country who came across the sea to bring the copied Buddhist scriptures back to China - and then continue to copy them for the next year." ”

"How long will it take?"

"Until I can't copy it, it's like I'm going to take the test until I can't take it."

At the door of the B-shaped room, Liu Deshu answered Gao Yue's question with a desolate tone, and then turned down the stairs.

Gao Yue also seemed to be touched, and stopped briefly to look at the Bohai Tai student named Yang Xi in the room: Yang Xi had completely settled down, deaf to the sounds of the outside world, under the candle flame of the bean-sized bean, his blurred face seemed to be attached to the short bookcase because of his myopia, and the tip of the pen twisted to make a monotonous rustling sound, copying volumes of Buddhist scriptures, the words in which he may not understand at all, but he still had to burn his own life with great perseverance to engage in this humble but sacred work.

Later generations may only have four words to understate this kind of behavior, "cultural exchange".

The staircase was just between the B-shaped room and the A-shaped room, and when Gao Yue walked down, he happened to hear the sound of the cymbal: the so-called dinner of the Guozi Eunuch Taixue Hall had begun.

The brawl at the gate should have stopped, and the bruised-faced students came back one after another, and it looked like they had won the victory, successfully expelling the outsiders who tried to occupy the room and the free meal.

But when Gao Yue and Liu De sat down at the dining table next to the left side of the stairs, Gao Yue found that there were only more than 40 people who came back, and they couldn't fill all the seats.

Because what he heard Liu De just said was that the quota of the Guozi Jian Taixue Hall was seventy people.

"Wang Jian Si and Dr. Xiahou have arrived!" With the shout of the confessor, the two appeared at the entrance of the dining hall.

Gao Yue estimated that these two should be the management officials of the Taixue Pavilion, so he thought that he couldn't show his timidity, let alone let them realize that he was a traverser, so he tidied up his soft head, and imitated Liu De's room, kneeling on the banquet next to the dining table, only to feel that the blood vessels from the butt to the thigh began to be unsmooth, not to mention how unaccustomed he was.

Wang Jian Si is about fifty years old, and he wears a crimson official uniform to show his identity; And Dr. Xiahou, who should be the doctor of Taixue Zhiguan, which is commonly known as the "dormitory manager", is obviously younger than Wang Jian Si, his face is full of irrepressible anger, and his dark blue official uniform is full of patches, it seems that his official career in Guozijian is poor.

"The Son of Heaven is in order, Sven Hongyuan. But this kind of thing happens every year, and you have also seen the fate of several of them, cancel the qualifications of the Spring Festival, and send them back to their own places, just hoping to teach everyone here a lesson. After all, Wang Jian Si was older, and his anger was smoother, and he stroked his beard and admonished the students.

No wonder there was a shortage of personnel, and all those who took the lead in the fight were disqualified as students and sent back to their hometowns.

"Why haven't you eaten yet...... Fighting doesn't require physical effort? Gao Yue heard the student next to him, and muttered in an impatient tone.

Later, Wang Jian Si and Xiahou Zhiguan went through the "re-signing procedures" for everyone, Gao Yue and Liu Deshu also stepped forward to submit the documents, Xiahou Zhiguan looked at Gao Yue, with a little puzzled look, "Yisong, you seem?" ”

Gao Yue hurriedly lowered his head and snorted twice.

"Yisong, your voice?"

"I've been getting some chills lately."

Xiahou Zhiguan stopped asking, and moved his gaze to the back, "Zhang Tan, do you still want to resign this year?" ”

"Change my name, I'm now called Zhang Tan." The old man's voice sounded, and Gao Yue was shocked to look back, it was an old man who was older than Liu Demur, estimated to be almost seventy years old, still darkly dressed and holding a paperwork.

Gao Yue hurriedly stepped out of the way and asked the old man to step forward and sign it.

Xiahou Zhiguan sighed and took the document of Zhang Tan, and Gao Yue was shocked to see that the document actually said that "Zhang Tan" reported his age, "twenty-one years old".

Later, Gao Yue learned that the years of this stranded Guozijian were almost catching up with the age of Xiahou Zhiguan, and he stayed in Guozijian during the Tianbao years, and after the Tang Army recovered Chang'an, he appeared magically again, and continued to respond here, which can be called the number one immortal pine of Guozijian, and I don't know how much stubble has been changed in his name - "Zhang Tan, can you still remember your original name?" Xiahou Zhiguan asked half-jokingly.

Zhang Tan, who was "twenty-one years old" when he heard this, raised his loose eyelids, his face was wrinkled like a walnut, he stuck to the paper, and tried to recall, and after a while, he probably couldn't remember, so he could only answer vaguely, "In short, the surname is Zhang." ”

"What other relatives does Sang Zike have?"

Zhang Tan couldn't answer at all, Gao Yue understood that even if he did, he was afraid that he would die.

Now this dilapidated Guozijian may be the only place for this Tan to stay in the floating world.

After affirming the discipline of the Taixue Pavilion, Wang Jian Si said that tomorrow Dr. Su will arrange the "Deer Ming Banquet" for everyone in the hall, and finally wish everyone to be able to leap into the dragon gate this year.

But in fact, most people know that there are fifty or sixty students present, and about 30 of them have completed their studies, and among these 30 people, there is a 90% chance that even one of them will fail the Jinshi exam.

The Tai student who complained that he hadn't eaten yet, sat back in his seat, and said to Gao Yue with a wink, "At least eight of the ten tribute students recommended by Jingzhao Mansion can be selected, and at least eight of the tribute students recommended by Tonghua Erzhou can also be selected. Saying that, the student also pointed to his head and made a "bald" gesture.

Gao Yue smiled politely, in fact, he knew it in his heart: You are among him, everyone is casually, anyway, with my state this year, I can't be hit.

"Cong Zhou, you ......" Liu Demuro heard what this student said, and his mood seemed to be obviously heavy, and he couldn't help but complain loudly about the other party's fighting spirit of defeating him.

It turned out that the name of this angry young student was Wei Cigong, and the word was from Zhou.

"Huh? Finally served. Wei Cigong didn't pay attention to Liu De's complaint at all, he saw the food brought up, and his attention immediately shifted to the food, "I hope the food can be better tonight, after all, I just raided Yuan Zai's house, and the Holy Lord will also share some soup for our group of poor students." ”