"Ziying, you can sleep in bed." It was late at night, and Xiang Lin was still studying poetry books, and when he saw Ziying lying on the side dozing off, he said with concern. The road was bumpy and tired, and she rushed to the Dongyang School Palace non-stop, Ziying was already sleepy and tired, and Xiang Lin urged her to sleep again and again, Ziying just wanted to accompany him to study, and finally couldn't stay up and became sleepy at this time.

"Xiang Lin, which.. Where you sleep, there is only one bed. Ziying obediently walked to the head of the bed, but she was in trouble again. Xiang Lin smiled: "It's the same wherever you sleep, it's okay, look at your eyelids can't be opened, don't worry about me, go to sleep." Ziying said: "That's not good, the exam will start in a few days, how can you have the spirit to take the exam if you don't have a good rest... You still sleep in the bed, and I can sleep on the table. As he spoke, he made the bed and was about to sleep on the table with a silk pillow.

Xiang Lin was willing to follow, pulled her in front of him, rolled his eyes, and said, "I will put the books on the shelf in the middle of the bed and divide them into two, how about it?" Ziying clapped her hands when she heard this, and the two immediately moved a few stacks of books in the middle of the bed. Every time he saw Ziying's sleeping and sweet face, Xiang Lin would laugh spontaneously, he wanted to kiss her pure cheeks and smell the fragrance between her hair.

The next day, a man came into the room, with handsome eyebrows, followed by an entourage, who did not speak after entering the door, and walked to the table after looking around, and the entourage immediately served tea. Xiang Lin had already stared at him for a long time, but the man seemed to treat him as air and didn't see it.

"Foot?" Xiang Lin asked, he couldn't stand this strange atmosphere. The man looked at it slowly and asked, "What are you?" Xu Xianglin? Xiang Lin closed the book and stood up and said respectfully: "It's not talented, how do you call the son?" The attendant said, "You just came, right?" No one in the school palace knows, and no one knows the son of the dignified assassin Shi. The attendant looked contemptuous, but the man scolded him for talking too much.

"Under Zheng Shijie." This person is the seventh son of Zheng Xun, the assassin of Dongyangzhou, with six brothers and eight sisters, called Zheng Xiaoqiao. Xiang Lin Yan: "It turned out to be the son of Lord Thorn Shi, and he lost his welcome in the future. Zheng Shijie said: "Do you know the rules in the palace?" Xiang Lin asked what the rules were, and the entourage twittered again. It turned out that Zheng Shijie relied on his father's power, and all the children of official families who lived in the upper room, as long as they were not as high as Zheng Xun's official position, no matter whose children they were, they had to worship him first.

"But the rules are set by the husband?" Xiang Lin seemed to sense that Zheng Shijie wanted to make things difficult for him. "Husband? Haha, I didn't take that old man seriously at all, and people who knew him would pay a visit to me. Xiang Lin frowned, and said: "If it is the rules of the palace, it should be followed below, but it is not, and it is difficult to fully understand it in the next." Xiang Lin wanted to talk to him kindly, and it was understandable for fellow students to meet each other, but he actually regarded this as a rule, and he looked like he was high and self-respecting, which made Xiang Lin angry and disgusted, and he hated such people.

In the past, there were not so many foreign students gathered here in the school palace, only those children of high-ranking officials and wealthy people studied here. Although the husband Wang Chong is in charge of the Dongyang School Palace, he has no high power, and those gentlemen don't take him seriously at all, and privately stammered Zheng Wenjie like maggots and obeyed him. Although Wang Chong knows, he can only turn a blind eye, and he has more than enough heart but not enough strength, and there is nothing he can do about them.

"Interesting, those children in the school palace are like wolves when they see me, and it's the first time I've seen a stubborn person like you." Zheng Wenjie looked at it with contempt, he didn't expect Xiang Lin Hui to say such a thing, and said: "Gongzi Xu, if you don't want to fall into Sun Mountain this time, it's best to come and see me before dark." With that, he sneered and shook out of the hall.

As soon as she went out, she bumped into Ziying and Ruolan, she had nothing to do and went to the back mountain to play, still holding the peach chrysanthemum branches in her hands, Zheng Wenjie glanced at it suddenly, as if she was thinking, Ziying and Ruolan hurried past him, laughing and entering the house.

"Xiang Lin, look at how fresh these flowers are, the mountain behind the palace is really a good place!" Ruolan took over: "No, I also saw a fluffy little rabbit!" The two of them were so happy, but Ziying saw that Xiang Lin was calm and seemed to be displeased, so she didn't smile anymore, and hurriedly asked him what happened.

"I don't believe he has such a great ability, Xiang Lin, don't listen to his nonsense." Ziying was also a little angry when she heard what he said, how did she know how deep the water inside was. Xiang Lin thought for a long time, suddenly smiled, shook his head and sighed to himself. Seeing him smile, Ziying happily picked up the flower branch and came to him, took a deep breath of fragrance to Lin, it seemed that all the worries and worries had disappeared, Ziying then sat on his shoulder, and the two laughed and chatted.

When the time was about to pass, Xiang Lin wanted to change his clothes and fall asleep, when he heard someone knocking on the door outside the house, he pushed the door and looked, Chen Xiu stood straight outside the door. Xiang Lin frowned in surprise and said, "Why are you here." Chen Xiuzuo said: "The foolish brother only came to the school palace at noon, and I heard that the husband said that you live in the upper room, so I came to visit before." Xiang Lin frowned, and said lightly: "I'm fine, don't worry about my son, it's getting late, please go back if you have nothing to do." Chen Xiu thought about what to say, but Xiang Lin had already closed the door.

Before rushing to the Xue Palace, Chen Xiu visited Xu's mansion, and wanted to have a bumpy road here, and wanted to invite Xiang Lin to hurry, but Xu's mother told him that Xiang Lin had been gone for a day, and Chen Xiu, who was so disappointed, had to hurry alone. After asking his husband and Xiang Lin in the bedroom, Chen Xiu hesitated for several hours before he mustered up the courage to come to visit, but unexpectedly, Xiang Lin didn't seem to want to see him, and he didn't even let him enter the house.

"He called me Childe... Childe .." Chen Xiu sighed, his eyes were full of loss, and he drooped his head and left. He and Xiang Lin have played since childhood, he regards him as the most sincere best friend, not relatives but better than relatives, but the pure brotherhood between the two was ruined by his father Chen Tong.

"Brother Wenjie, Xu Xianglin's stinky boy doesn't know what to do, elm head, why don't you let me give him some color to see." Several Confucian scholars bowed their waists around Zheng Wenjie's sides, their crowns slanted and crooked, and their eyes were full of treachery and cunning. Fortunately, Xiang Lin didn't come here to study before, otherwise he would have been miserable by these treacherous children. Zheng Wenjie waited in vain all night, and Xiang Lin didn't want to visit him at all.

"What's the hurry, this kid just came, and it's not very clear what the origin is, let's touch his details first. Moreover, after the examination, there are also examination items such as evaluating the Decha clan, and it will take a month to talk about it before and after, so are you afraid that you will not have the opportunity to educate him? Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent is the only way to survive a hundred battles. Zheng Wenjie shook his head contemptuously, and several Confucian scholars giggled with their faces.

Ten children from a poor family have a room, the house is small and crowded, plus the weather is getting hotter, the school palace is located in the mountains, every night mosquitoes are rampant, biting the whole body itching unbearable, thunderous snoring, hateful grinding teeth, stinky sweat, smelly feet, mixed tastes, hundreds of noisy, the window sash is not closed, not closed, only to make the house a mess.

There is a man lying on the bed, not thin or fat, a pair of sharp eyes, quite a bit heroic, there is a fat man lying on the left, snoring in the middle of the night, every time the snoring gradually becomes louder, suddenly the sound is broken again, as if someone has choked off his breath, the man listens to the heart straight hair, really worried that he will die suddenly. There was also a fat mound lying on the right, who was not honest at all when he slew, turned over and turned upside down, and his legs, which were as fat as tree trunks, had nowhere to put them, and he put them on the man's stomach without paying attention, so that he almost didn't vomit sour water.

The man was caught between the two fat mounds and couldn't breathe smoothly, there was no space to turn around, and he couldn't push it, so he simply got up and got out of bed in anger, and went out with hatred. He found a secluded place, sat down under the tree, looked up at the willow-leafy crescent moon and the starry sky, and sobbed in a daze, as if he remembered some sad and bitter matter.

The man is called He Jian, he is indeed a strong man, his ancestors have been poor for several generations, and no one has become an official, even if it is a small soldier. The whole family is counting on him to be on the examination list one day, don't say anything about the title of the gold list, as long as he can find a small official position, it can be regarded as a god-given kindness, but it is a matter of heart.

How could He Jian not be a student at all, he didn't make a name for himself for three years, and he was unwilling, picking up the lamp and cold window, only tired his father and mother were loess and working day and night, just to save money for the exam. This time, he rushed to take the test and traveled from Jinhua Yongkang on foot to the mountains and rivers, sleeping in the mountains and sleeping forests along the way, hungry and dry, thirsty for stream water, it took half a month to rush to the school palace, the shoes were broken, and the feet were worn out with blood and cocoons.

Sitting alone under the moon, he recalled the frightening scene of his elderly father and mother at home and almost falling into a mountain stream on the way, and couldn't help but hide his sorrow and tears. He swore that he would do his best to be on the list this time, and thinking of this, he wiped away his tears and walked back to the smelly room, reading by the light of the stars and the moon.