"Alas, my Gao Yue will one day be in Chang'an City, unimpeded!"

The firewood made an incessant sound, and a cyan flame burned out in a ditch: a steaming wooden barrel was placed on top of it, and some bricks and stones were circled underneath, and at night, on the vast barren field outside the Taixue Hall, Gao Yue lay in the wooden barrel and bath, scrubbing his already stinky body, looking up at the ancient night sky......

Before the fourth watch, Gao Yue quietly woke up from his dream, sat on the edge of the couch, wrapped his hair that had begun to grow, put on his green clothes, put on his six-fold boots, tied his belt, and began to pack up the reference utensils.

The thick blanket given by Cai Fonu is very practical, it can be spread out to sit and lie down, and it can also be used as a rucksack to carry things.

Song Zhuzhu of Xiaoyue Prefecture gave some basic tableware, a hand stove, as well as four candles and some charcoal, and Gao Yue carefully wrapped them in a blanket, rolled them up, and tied them with their hands on the buckles.

On the other hand, Wang Tuantuan and Song Shuangwen sent the meal food, Shuangwen made delicious sesame cakes and dried meat, while Wang Tuantuan cut winter bamboo shoots, diced spinach, mixed in the yellow essence rice, it is said that this yellow essence is also called fairy food, life-saving grass, after eating can make people re-energetic.

After cleaning up, Gao Yue walked out of the room with a food box and a blanket on his back, closed the door, and quietly stepped down the stairs.

In the Taixue Pavilion in the dawn, there was no one at all, and everything was covered with blue-gray silence, Gao Yue left the Taixue Pavilion alone, and he didn't even tell Liu De's room.

Because today is the official day of the Spring Festival, the Jingo children and neighbors of Wubenfang opened the door of the workshop a lot of time in advance, and there was no need to wait for the drums in the palace.

Today is about to be a day later, it should be clear weather, the cold wind swirls along the gray-white street, Gao Yue exhaled a white breath, looked at the bare tree trunks outside the wall, and stretched out to the lonely morning star, "Classmates, relatives, friends, maybe you never dreamed of it, of course I didn't - I, Gao Ziyang, am now a student in Datang, and I am going to take the highest standard of the country's etiquette exam today, my goal is to be admitted to the Jinshi, no, in fact, my goal is to be able to survive the end of the exam- So if there is a live webcast, I can give you a live broadcast of 'I was admitted to the Jinshi in the Tang Dynasty' program, which is unique. ”

After thinking about it, he walked out of the door, where the guard of the prison sat there, looked at himself a few times, and said, "It's really early to get up."

But Gao Yue did not embark on the road to the Imperial City: there was still a little more time before the official street drums played, and he took a detour and walked to Pingkangfang, which was also sleeping in his dreams.

Today, walking on the streets like this does not violate the curfew system.

In fact, there are already many white-clothed people in the entire Chang'an City who have begun to gather in the direction of the imperial city with all kinds of things like Gao Yue.

About twenty steps in front of the patrol shop in the northwest corner, An Lao Hu'er looked at the dark street in surprise by the candle flame, and still held a steamer in his arms, "Is it you, Langjun?" ”

"Uncle An, here are four steamed beards." After Gao Yue finished speaking, he put his things on the ground and sat down on top of the pestle.

"Okay, okay, today is Lang Jun's big day, Lao Hu'er will give you two more, so as not to starve after entering." An Lao Hu greeted warmly.

But Gao Yue's eyes turned around, always staring at the south side of the steamed beard stall.

At last the sound of the horse's hooves sounded, and out of the dark night came the bearded slave with dirty braids, leading a stable mare, and on the saddle sat the old man, still with a black wool hat and a dark coat, and his boots dangling on the stirrups, and the old man turned the whip rhythmically in his hand, and said something in his mouth, as if he was calculating something—but when he reached the five steps south of An Lao Hu'er's stall, the old man was as precise as if he had a mechanical clockwork installed in his body, laughed, stopped his horse, and stopped purring, Turning over and dismounting, he stood in front of the aroma of the steamer and sniffed for about five seconds, and then said loudly, "Old Hu'er, old rules." ”

Then he sat down across from Gao Yue.

It's easy to see each other clearly.

The old man didn't untie the big man, and Gao Yue couldn't see the chapter clothes inside him.

And this old man was very shrewd, and quickly guessed that Gao Yue should have deliberately gotten up so early, waiting for him here at the steaming stall before the official street drum played.

Gao Yue got up and bowed, and the old man smiled and bowed, "I wish Langjun a great victory in today's literary field." ”

"Actually, when I came here in my later life, I had a big doubt."

The old man tapped the long wooden surface with his fingers, and then said in a deep voice, "It's okay for Lang Jun to ask." ”

"I don't know where Ming Gong has moved since that night?"

The question made the old man's mouth grow.

The bearded slave who was crouching on the side of the road grinned again and laughed silently, tickling with his whip inside his collar.

The old man's eyebrows tightened, he initially felt that the student in front of him was too stressed, and he came to find him happy, but then he was also relieved and sighed, "It's a pity that I don't have that kind of opportunity, and the official position continues to stay in place." ”

After Gao Yue heard this, he sat down and no longer asked, but changed the topic, "Dare to ask what position Ming Gong plays in the court?" ”

The old man replied quickly, "I am almost overwhelmed by the task of taking charge of the troublesome drama." Then he raised four fingers at Gao Yue, "The four things are all under my control." ”

Gao Yue suddenly seemed to understand something, and said in a low voice, "I am so taught, but I still hope that Ming Gong will teach you about the matter of Chunyi." ”

The steamed beard came up, the two of them broke each other, the white shiny gas came out, and they ate a few mouthfuls relatively wordlessly, the old man took a sip of haggis soup, snorted a few times, and did not answer Gao Yue directly, but suddenly asked Gao Yue in turn, "Lang Jun, do you know, who is the chief of the Zhigong Ju this year?" ”

"Pan Youshu."

The old man laughed and stroked his beard with his hand, "I have some friendship with Pan Youshu." ”

After speaking, his eyes flashed with essence, and his fingers twisted his beard and did not move, quietly watching Gao Yue's reaction.

Gao Yue bowed and said, "Thank you Ming Gong for your love, but some things are better to do it yourself, even if you can get a glimpse of the whole process this time, you will work hard in the coming year, and prescribe the right medicine, there will be a day when the world will be impressed." ”

"Oh? I know that there is a person named Zhang Tan in your national prison, who has been trapped in the field for 30 years, and there is another person named Liu Deroom, who has been in the field for 15 years in a row. In your opinion, they have repeatedly missed? ”

"Zhang Tan's heart is broken, and the moral room is dry." After saying these eight words, Gao Yue himself was secretly surprised, he could also drag the text like the Tang people.

The meaning of broken heart is that Zhang Tan is seventy years old, and he has not been ambitious for more than 30 years, and his mind is like dead wood and stagnant water, and he does not want to make progress;

And the partial dryness means that Liu Deshu only focuses on poetry, and he is completely incomprehensible to the scriptures and current affairs, so it is equivalent to being half-defeated.

The old man nodded in agreement, and then looked at him, "What about you, Lang Jun?" ”