The apprenticeship etiquette is very simple, if it weren't for the stone table in the lotus seed pavilion that the monk slapped with one palm, Yang Yi felt that the apprenticeship ceremony could be avoided.

After three rings, Yang Yi reluctantly called out to the master. The monk was very happy, and generously gave him a small iron card that was worthless no matter how he looked at it, saying that this is what kind of Jiuxiao Order, which is the unique token of the owner of Jiuxiao Village.

Yang Yi played with this iron card the size of half a palm, and felt that it was nothing unusual, and the uneven table legs could be used to pad it.

As for martial arts, Yang Yi didn't plan to learn it at all, and Monk Ren was talking about it and intimidating Wither. Yang Yi was always unmoved, the reason is very simple: "Not available!" ”

It is a very strange thing that an apprentice is killed and does not learn martial arts from his master. Yang Yi felt that if he was the real age of his current body, he was still a young man full of vigor and ideals, and he would definitely yearn to learn kung fu that stood out from the crowd.

However, an almost numb old fritter in modern society has long passed the age of pride, and there is time to practice horse steps in that crackling, so it is better to pour a cup of tea, sit under the cherry blossoms and think about what to eat at night.

The sky was shining, and Yang Yi returned to the city alone. His new master, the monk Pukong, is said to be going to Yunzhou to have a look, and it may take a long time to return. Yang Yi admired himself as a master for the first time, and he was tired just thinking about the distance, according to the map, this was from the center of a country to the border. In the era when the traffic was extremely inconvenient, Yang Yi seemed to be a feat, but in the monk's mouth, it became a look.

Yang Yi returned to the academy, when he went out, he was a man and a tiger, and when he came back, he was still a man and a tiger, as for his own master, there was nothing to show off, and the performance of the old master of the day Qiu seemed to be very unkind to see the monk Pukong, which was very easy to understand, and the monk himself did not like to read people, how to expect others to treat him. Second, if it is known that the monk who stole the wine is his master, Yang Yi will not be able to tell even if he has a hundred mouths.

The rest of the year was very busy, very busy. Because after half a month, there is the triennial "Imperial Capital Theory".

"Imperial Capital Theory", a comprehensive examination conducted by the imperial family and the national son, once every three years. It is a big comparison to consider the strength of the two most important educational institutions in Daguang.

On learning, there are not only literary competitions such as scripture defense, poetry and other literary competitions, but also martial arts competitions such as school competitions and wilderness hunting, which is a comparison of comprehensive strength and an important way for the imperial court to select potential talents.

More than 100 years ago, the "Imperial Capital Theory" was still an evenly matched competition, but since Guozixue began to reduce the number of admission places for the children of the poor family, and the influx of a large number of powerful children led to a great reduction in the strength of the academy, it was no longer the opponent of Zongxue, and almost every session became the foil of Zongxue.

Be an excellent foil and don't be too ashamed. This is the unified view of the "Imperial Capital Theory" in recent years.

Yang Yi didn't have much thought, he didn't have anything to do with himself at all, but one thing that was more special was that he was a prince, and it stands to reason that he should study Zongxue and participate in the study on behalf of Zongxue, but at this time, he can only participate as a Guozixue, which is unprecedented.

But it can't be helped, who makes people look down on themselves? Even if he came to Guozixue, the taciturn Yang Yi has never been valued by the masters, and everyone naturally thinks that the emperor let Yang Yi, a stupid prince, come to Guozixue just to eat and wait for death, and no Confucian will pay attention to such a person, and it is easy for people to misunderstand their political intentions to approach a stupid prince in such a sensitive period of government and politics.

Maybe only the wine and meat monks of the ordinary monk like Yang Yi, who is also full of weirdness.

The afternoon sun is always the most comfortable, and the state of eating and drinking is full of sunshine, listening to the cicadas all over the world, which makes people always want to close their eyes and sleep hard.

In the imperial palace, as the helmsman of the behemoth Daguang, Emperor Yang Lu did not have much leisure time of his own, and this kind of leisure and leisure of sitting in the shade of the trees in the imperial garden to enjoy the shade and fish was extremely rare.

Yang Lu cherished such a time very much, and leaned back on the chair with his eyes closed, not even knowing that the fish in the pond were swaying up and down.

"Your Majesty, another fish has been hooked!" The old eunuch Zhao Gui stuck to Yang Lu's ear and whispered a little happily.

Yang Lu slowly opened his eyes, a slight smile appeared on his face, he bowed down and took off the long fishing rod, and lifted it up suddenly, and a black carp more than two feet long broke out of the water.

The carp swings vigorously on the hook, bending the thick purple bamboo rod downward, making it feel like it could break free from the rod and jump back into the pool at any moment.

Zhao Gui exclaimed in surprise, quickly took the wooden barrel that had been prepared long ago, grabbed the fishing line and brought the carp into the barrel, and covered the mouth of the barrel with a wide robe to prevent the panicked carp from jumping out.

"The emperor is mighty! Another big fish! Zhao Gui said happily.

Yang Lu smiled indifferently and said: "The small square pond is full of fish stuffed by you, and they are all about to squeeze ashore, so I can't catch it, isn't it useless." ”

Zhao Gui also said: "The emperor's words are not right, the lack of fish in the pond is not the fish on the hook, the emperor's divine power has caught so much, but it is also beyond the reach of ordinary people." ”

Yang Lu said: "You will always have a way, if I can't catch it like this, you will definitely find someone to go down and hang the fish on my hook." ”

Zhao Gui handed the wooden bucket containing the fish to the waiter behind him, bowed down and stood behind the emperor and said with a smile: "The emperor is busy with government every day, and the servants are extremely distressed to see it. ”

Yang Lu pointed at Zhao Gui, but could only shake his head helplessly. Fishing in the pond was originally a very artistic conception, but Zhao Gui and others made it out of the business of sneaking and being afraid of horses.

However, the emperor did not blame Zhao Gui, he didn't have much time to fish like this, and there seemed to be no difference whether he could catch a fish or not.

"I remember that next month will be the Imperial Capital Theory, right?" Yang Lu waved his hand to stop Zhao Gui, who was about to hang bait on his hook, and reached out to take out one from the basket and hang it.

Yang Gui nodded and said, "Go back to the emperor, on the ninth day of the next month." ”

"Whew!" After hanging the bait, Yang Lu raised the fishing rod high, threw it out diagonally, and saw the hook fall far into the middle of the fish pond, and handed the fishing rod to Zhao Gui with satisfaction. Zhao Gui hurriedly took it and inserted the fishing rod into the middle of several large stones.