Yu Tianchang carefully stared at Chu Chu's kung fu of touching a pillar of incense and nodded. Xiao Yao bowed deeply and made a new request: "Can you arrange a bedroom for Lin Er." Yu Tianchang shook his head: "Now the academy is short of funds. Chu Chu stepped forward and made a gesture.

Yu Tianchang smiled silently and waved his hand: "Take her to the library to get the book." Out of the Zhishan Building, Xiao Yao squinted his eyes and looked at the bright sunshine: "This is the first lie I told so much." At this time, the Confucian scholars walked past them with a book basket on their backs. Xiao Yao took Chu Chu to the library building, all the way to the fragrance of flowers, pink butterflies flying, Chu Chu followed the butterflies to chase endlessly, and the unintentionally revealed girlish feelings made Xiao Yao feel ape and fearful.

When Chu Chu was elated, he ran into Li Chun head-on and walked over with Zhang Long and Zhao Hu. Li Chun's eyes looked soft and friendly: "Remember to come to me if there is anything in the future." As the only son of King Xiangyang, Li Chun is currently the senior of the academy, equivalent to the current president of the student union.

Li Chun is usually good-mouthed, opening his mouth about the country and the society, and closing his mouth to the common people, and often takes it as a pleasure to tease the Confucian students of the academy. Li Chun has always thought that he is the son of the prince, even if he does not count the imperial examination, it doesn't matter, he was born in Longmen and did not need to jump. The two major parts of the silver required for running the academy every year come from the Xiangyang Palace.

"Lao Meng, how has the four books been memorized recently?" Xiao Yao smiled: "I'm not like you, senior, I don't have a father to fight." Li Chun immediately said: "I'm afraid you don't even know who your father is, right?" Xiao Yao shuddered, his face turned green, it was obvious that the most taboo thing for Meng Haoran, a Confucian scholar in the Tang Dynasty, was that someone mentioned the word "father" in front of him.

After class, Debao pulled Xiao Yao aside and asked, "Do you still sleep with Chu Chu at night?" Xiao Yao pondered for a moment: "Can you not ask such a sensitive and sharp question?" "If you feel embarrassed, you can ask Chu Chu to come to my bedroom." "Get out."

In the morning, Xiao Yao got up early and walked around the academy.

The trees of the academy are forested, and camphor trees, cypresses, and osmanthus trees are planted all over the place, exuding a rich fragrance. Dressed in cyan cloth robes and wearing cyan turbans, Confucian scholars stood in the corner holding books and chanting softly. There are legends such as "University", "The Mean", "Red Breeze Running in the Night", "Youxian Grotto", "The Biography of Li Wa" and "The Story of the Pillow", all of which they managed to rent from bookstores in the city. Under the tall camphor tree, Xiao Yao's eyes were closed, his breathing was even, and there were words in his mouth, and a faint poetic taste and the fragrance of camphor leaves flowed between his tongue.

Xiao Yao vaguely remembered that Lao Meng seemed to have been brought up by his grandmother, and his grandmother now lives in a small continent in the heart of the river, as for the name of this small continent, Xiao Yao couldn't think of it even if he wanted to break his head. At this time, the bell for the class rang, and all the Confucian students walked towards Wenxin Pavilion.

At that time, Luming Creek under Lumen Mountain, a leaf Wupeng boat rowed along the stream, down a delicate and lovely lady, along the bluestone steps up the steps, behind a little girl in Tsing Yi with a food box followed.

Mountain chief Wei Shiren in the Wenxin Pavilion spitting and talking: "You must be okay will stand on the edge of the pan pond to watch those small fish swimming around, their ideal is to one day swim out of this small pan pond, jump on the dragon gate, enjoy the glory and wealth of the world, our academy is like this pan pond, everyone is the carp in this clear pond, the autumn boudoir is coming, work hard, strive to jump on the dragon gate, if not, go back to be your mountain village poor and sour talent." "Wei Shiren has a short figure, white and fat like a steamed bun, and has two mustaches on his mouth.