It was a foggy day, the sky was gloomy, and there were signs that the mountain rain was coming.

Tomorrow is the Xuanxia Academy's entrance exam, but from early in the morning of this day, horses and vehicles have been winding up the mountain road one after another.

The exterior of these horses and vehicles is extravagant and decorated, but there is one obvious feature of each other, that is, the overall color is jet black.

Dark horses, black cars, and drivers are dressed in black suits!

Almost all the chariots and horses are the same, they don't talk to each other, they just bury their heads in the mountains, but even the young yellow-level students of the Jixia School Palace know that these chariots and horses come from various vassal states!

Every time there is such a thing as the academy examination in the four major academies, they can't get rid of the shadow of the major vassal states, and the vassal states will send some officials to watch the ceremony, so as to select some talent seeds that meet the requirements, and begin to gradually win them over for their own use.

The four academies did not oppose other countries doing this, and even welcomed it, which was originally the purpose of the academies to train students.

Learning into literature and martial arts, sold to the emperor's family, the academy does not taboo its own students to serve the vassal states, and even does not care about whether their students will be loyal or treacherous in the future, whether it is good or bad, the academy only cares about one thing, that is, students who go out of the academy must remember their origins, do not forget the academy they once studied, and do not forget the masters and instructors who taught themselves.

In the afternoon, the sky was even more frighteningly overcast, and there were fewer vehicles going up the mountain.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and dense raindrops rained down from the sky like threaded pearls.

The autumn rain was cold, and the mountains were still very cold, but at this moment, there was a black car like a ghost, still driving slowly.

The black car was heavy, and the curtain was made of felt with black flowers and dark patterns all around, and the driver was a big man from Angzang, whose face was heavy, but the car was driven by him as steadily as Mount Tai.

The car burned a covered butter candle, and the smoke from the candle was originally coming out along a small hole in the roof, because there was rain outside, and the small hole began to seep into the raindrops, dripping on the lampshade painted with plump ladies, oil and water were mixed, and the car was filled with a strange smell.

There was a delicate square table in the middle of the carriage, on which some snacks were placed, and a young man with a pale face, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was looking at the lady on the lampshade in a daze.

On the other side of the square table, kneeling sat an old man with a white face and beard, the old man lowered his eyebrows and said softly: "Tai ......"

"Call me young master!" An unhealthy flush suddenly rose on the young man's face, and his voice was a little hurried.

The white-faced old man's tone did not make any waves: "Yes, young master, do you want to notify the people from the Jixia School Palace to come and greet you?" ”

"Why notify them? These chaotic ministers and thieves, where is there still the court in their hearts, where is there our Daxu Dynasty, they only have those rebellious ministers in their hearts, they all want to change the dynasty as soon as possible, they all deserve to die! The young man's breath became short, and suddenly he slapped his palm on the square table, shaking the dim sum and pastries on the silver plate on the table to jump off the plate.

"Young Master......" The white-faced old man's voice was still unwavering.

The young man took a deep breath, and then the excitement on his pale face faded little by little, and his voice began to become gloomy: "Even if they don't notice, will they not know that I am coming?" ”

"Yes, young master, you're right, they must have known you're coming!" The old man's voice was as light as water.

"Zhang Rang, do you think my idea this time is right? Now the talents in the DPRK and China are withering, wine bags and rice bags abound, most of the students participate in the imperial examination after not even waiting for the reward, on the day of the release of the imperial list, they rode fast horses overnight to defect to the princes, and so on, gradually become vicious, even if those thieves do not directly rebel, my Daxu Dynasty will one day fall apart by itself, I plan to break the knot this time to make friends with some potential students, Corporal Lixian, sincerely befriend, I don't believe that no one will be loyal to the Daxu Dynasty! ”

The white-faced old man was silent for a long time, and the young man seemed a little anxious: "Zhang Rang, do you think I'm whimsical?" ”

The white-faced old man sighed, and then he spoke: "Young master, although the students in these four academies are from civilian families, most of them are children of nobles, and some of them are from royal families, and the old slave thinks ......"

"Say no more!" The young man's face suddenly changed, and he swept all the plates on the square table with a wave of his sleeve......

At this time, just in front of the mountain gate of the Jixia School Palace, an elegant and spirited man, holding an oil-paper umbrella from the south of the Yangtze River, stood there and looked forward, the man was wearing a comfortable and gorgeous satin robe, the oil-paper umbrella was small, and the raindrops fell on the robe and rolled down, without touching at all.

The man seemed to find this scene very interesting, and chanted with high interest: "Ten thousand rain curtains have passed, and the water does not touch the body!" But just as his words fell, he saw a black carriage at the foot of the mountain climbing up with difficulty, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand and threw away the delicate oil-paper umbrella painted with green leaves and lotus flowers far away, and then bent up slightly, and just now he didn't know where he had gone......

Chen Le is sitting in the school hall at the moment, he is holding a hole flute in his hand, the hole flute is the most common purple bamboo material, but it is beautifully done, from the mouth of the flute to the end of the flute carved a phoenix bird, painted with color, people love at first sight.

This flute cost him one or two dollars of silver, originally the purple bamboo flute was not worth this price, but the workshop in the school palace was very black-hearted, and suddenly raised the price before the exam, so that many shy students secretly scolded their mothers.

Chen Le exerted all his strength, and he didn't blow the hole flute in his hand, he couldn't help touching his chin, and sighed, at this time he realized in his heart that the hole flute was not so easy to blow, this thing had nothing to do with his own strength, it all depended on skills and a breath.

He threw the flute aside, and then picked up a green bamboo flute on the table, although the bamboo flute was cheap, but it also cost him three dollars of silver, among all the instruments he only bought these two, not the zither or the like, it was really because those strings were too expensive, he might not be able to learn them, and if he bought them, he would probably waste them.

Chen Le played a few flutes, which he could blow, but the sound was like the cry of a night owl, and like a mountain ghost's laughter, which was difficult to hear.

He played a piece of music according to the score, and felt that the flute was still very energetic, so he couldn't help but flip through the yellow paper sheet music in front of him, and continued to play it when he saw a song "The Wind Rises", but this time he blew a few times, and there was a "clang" percussion sound outside the window.

"Chen Qingzhi, what are you doing, don't review what the ghost is called, don't tell me that you are playing the flute, it is better not to play the flute like this, otherwise if you really take the music test, not only will you not get any points, but I am afraid that you will be implicated in other subjects!"

Forehead...... The next-door neighbor came to protest, Chen Le reluctantly put the flute on the table, and thought to himself, am I playing so badly? Anyway, I have a happy word in my name!