Yang Tianhong's expression was a little strange. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Referring to Gu Ling's explanation, as well as Feng Xiangchen's previous attitude, he couldn't help but think of the three good students in the school in another world.

Perhaps, this is the privilege of others.

Literati are high, and only when they are high can they be regarded as literati.

After a pause, Yang Tianhong thought of another question: "This person ...... Well, that's what you said about Feng Xiangchen, is the family very rich?"

Gu Ling pursed his lips: "There's a fart of money." I heard that his ancestor was called Hanako, and he raised his father by begging for food on the street. Then his father continued to beg for food, and he didn't know how to get it, but he actually begged for food and got into the country. If it weren't for our people, he would have drunk the northwest wind a long time ago. Return him, damn, in front of Lao Tzu, five people and six, drag a chicken, let's go!"

This was too vulgar, the muscles on Yang Tianhong's face twitched one by one, and after a while, he covered his mouth with both hands and laughed.

Gu Ling knew that he was speechless, and it was not good to continue to speak. He looked at Yang Tianhong helplessly and rolled his eyes: "Brother Yang, this kind of talk is just between you and me, and it must not reach the teacher's ears...... For the sake of you and me, I'll tell you one more secret thing about the prison of this country. ”

Yang Tianhong smiled and asked, "What, can you find a beautiful female ghost under which tree?"

Gu Ling shook his head, turned around to look around, and made sure that no one heard, so he put his arm around Yang Tianhong's shoulder, leaned close to his ear, and lowered his voice mysteriously: "I heard that Your Majesty's favorite little princess, Xiang Wutian, is also studying in the Guozi Prison. ”

Royalty is involved, this is not ordinary lace news. Yang Tianhong frowned, and whispered seriously and seriously: "This kind of joke can't be made." As far as I know, there is no such person as Her Royal Highness the Princess in the Imperial Prison. If it's made up, be careful with your tongue. ”

Gu Ling obviously expected Yang Tianhong to say this. He smiled mysteriously, "Nonsense! How could it appear on the list of the country's eunuchs? This news came from the palace. Of course, no one knows the truth or falsehood, and even if Her Royal Highness the princess is really here, she can only change her face and pretend to be an ordinary student under another name. However, I personally think. This is very likely to be true. ”

Yang Tianhong tilted his head and looked at him: "Are you sure, it's really a princess, not a female ghost?"

Gu Ling didn't care about Yang Tianhong's attitude, his face was full of intoxicated expressions: "Every man in the Guozi Prison is frantically looking for the traces of Her Royal Highness the Princess. The atmosphere here is open and does not prohibit academic discussions between male and female students. If I knew who the princess was, Lao Tzu would definitely get the moon close to the water and get acquainted with her. If you can become a colt, you will also be able to ascend to the sky from now on. ”

Yang Tianhong scratched his head. Very speechless.

This is the great ideal of an ordinary man.

......

As soon as the sky was dawning, a bell rang in the distance.

Guozijian's schoolwork is very ordinary, nothing more than "Analects", "University", etc., the articles must conform to the rules, the poems are neat, and the rhyme is clear.

When Yang Tianhong first entered the Linglong Treasure Lock, he had already obtained a lot of thoughts from the previous guardian of another world. Whether it is writing poems or articles, there is no difficulty for him. Precisely because of this. He promised his sister that he would honestly obey the arrangement of the old man Yang Rong. Three months in this prison. As long as you get mixed up at that time, you can get the status of "student" issued and recognized by the Guozijian.

Yes, three months. As long as you have this status, you can study at home. If you want to participate in the imperial examination, it is also equivalent to the qualification of ordinary talents.

Yang Tianhong made up his mind and worked as a wood in this national prison for three months. Sitting in class every day can be regarded as a silent practice in another way. Although listening to the teacher reciting the poems with his ears did not have any effect on him.

Before, in the Meng family, Cui Ji and Bi Yuan were teachers, which was an unintentional occasional trick.

Bi Yuan is the editor of the Hanlin Academy. Needless to say, status is self-explanatory. Cui Ji is the master of the industry in this country. Yang Tianhong still gave each person a bottle of the Forging Body Pill he refined, and his words were quite respectful, and there was only one request: no matter who served as his own teacher, he must not care about his actions in class. Of course, I won't do anything amazing, at most I'll be in a daze and read idle books.

In a word, in this place, the only thing to do in the next three months is to stay up.

Yang Tianhong is seventeen years old this year, which is the age of youth that can't bear to be quiet.

Fortunately, the library in the Guozijian is open to everyone.

For Cui Ji and Bi Yuan, the two nominal teachers, Yang Tianhong has always had a very respectful attitude. There is never a shortage of gifts during the New Year's Festival, and even when I was training in the Xuanhuo Battalion, I often squeezed out time to visit. This is not deliberately pretentious, but Yang Tianhong has read the poems and articles of Cui Ji and Bi Yuan, and was moved by the wonderful Wenhua in them.

In this era, not just any brick family called a beast can be called a "great Confucian". In addition to their own noble character, they also need to have extremely profound cultivation and profound knowledge. Don't think that Confucianism is a high-capacity information reserve computer, they can not only quote scriptures, but also have to synthesize the cultural accumulation of their predecessors and add their own unique opinions, in order to become a teacher who is looked up to and respected by thousands of students.

Yang Tianhong's "Will Enter the Wine" made in Mengxiong's Mansion was written in cursive by Cui Ji, and he ordered someone to carefully frame it and hang it on the wall in the middle of the living room.

There are no movies and televisions in this world, and there are no messy entertainment shows. As for teasing celebrities on stage like stupid idiots, this kind of thing is even more unthinkable. The women of the Qinglou have a unique advantage in singing songs, and many literati are also sought after by them. But that's all, it's impossible for a certain singer from another world to have an amazing status and appeal among fans. If this is the case, the monarch will not tolerate it at all, and the most direct and most likely way to deal with it is to grab it and cut off the head with a knife, so as to fundamentally eliminate the source of the trouble.

Here, there are few people who don't like to drink. In addition to snacks, singing and dancing are also a great form of entertainment. It's just that singers and dancers can only be raised by large families. Ordinary people have fantasized about this kind of high-end consumption at most. Although there is Kemari in this world, there is no football. Although many people like to jump on the Kemari field, they can't watch the live football match on TV with a beer in one hand and a boiled salt bean in the other, as they would in another world.

In a word. In a world where entertainment is extremely scarce, and with a pitiful number of educated people among the common people, it is only natural that the status of the literati has risen with the tide. The poems and essays made from their pens have become sought after by others as spiritual food for entertainment.

When a group of people get together to drink, there must be a drinking order. Not everyone can write a poem on the spot, and they can only compare their familiarity with the wine order classics. The more you know, the more poems you'll memorize. The easier it is to emerge victorious on such occasions.

There are very few poems like "Will Enter the Wine" that are majestic and wanton. Of course, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a "wandering wreck". Cui Ji himself commented: This article is not heroic, at most it is a drunkard who confides in the truth after getting drunk. But victory is better than a "true" word. It is said that drunk people are promiscuous, but drunk people are often crying and laughing, and they are the most hearty. There are even guys who have a good life of wine and would rather starve to death than save money to sell wine. For example, the famous Gaoyang drunkard in history was thrown into the kettle before he was cooked alive. In the end, I just wanted to drink another pot of wine.

Cui has a wide range of friends, and the spread speed of this song "Will Enter the Wine". Far beyond Yang Tianhong's imagination. It is no exaggeration to say that this is the equivalent of the Ebola virus in another world, spreading at a geometric rate among the literati of good wine. Especially the last two sentences: Five-flowered horses, daughters Qiu, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and eliminate eternal sorrow with you. It makes sober people feel emotional. The drunk feel happy. Bottom line: Lao Tzu didn't eat the last meal, and there was the last copper plate left in his pocket, but I still have to use it to buy wine!

Bi Yuanpin commented: It is impossible for a person with a rich life to write such poems. Only once enjoyed glory and wealth, but suddenly encountered sudden changes. People who fell from the top of their lives and came back again because of some accident have such a heroic idea to write such poems half-drunk and half-awake.

Cui Ji is quite knowledgeable. Just a song "Will Enter the Wine" is enough for him to believe that Yang Tianhong is absolutely extraordinary in literature and Taoism. Even if Yang Tianhong does not have any wonderful and glamorous poems in the future, it is enough to leave a name in the literary circles of the countries with "Will Enter the Wine".

Therefore, for Yang Tianhong's request to ask for himself and hope to be able to study hard in the Guozijian Library Pavilion, Cui Ji did not hesitate at all, and directly signed his name on the document.

There are several different ways to study in Guozijian. One of them is that you can read a lot of books in the library. As long as they have the permission of the teacher or the senior official of the Guozijian, the student does not need to attend the class every day, but only needs to take the monthly comprehensive assessment exam on time and get a grade of "B".

For three months, I honestly sat on the bench every day and listened to the teacher's chatter...... On that kind of day, Yang Tianhong felt terrible when he thought about it. He would rather meditate in the Library Pavilion than be bombarded with countless saliva and chaotic sounds like flies. If this is the case, it is better to hang it directly from the hanging beam.

The library is quiet, and the display is quite similar to that of a library from another world. On a heavy trapezoidal wooden shelf, books bound with twine are placed in order. Despite the early popularity of block printing, there are still many books that choose to be copied by hand. Small vanilla sacks are placed all over the corner of the cabinet. Moths hate the smell and naturally do not breed in such places.

A slender girl of about eighteen or nineteen years old sat in the librarian's seat, carefully examining the identity card presented by Yang Tianhong, and checking the relevant documents with the name of Guozijian Si Ye Cui.

She wears an undyed linen dress. The original color of this fabric is light gray, or dark yellow. There are no spinning machines in this world, and there are no garment factories. Mulberry, cotton, and linen have the same status as grain, and they are all exchangeable goods on the same level as gold and silver. Some remote peasant households do not even use money at all, but only exchange rice, corn, and wheat for goods in the market, and exchange their hand-woven linen for oil and salt.

In this era, almost all women know how to spin and weave. If you want to dress yourself better, you have to spin the twine more finely and weave the linen more softly. If you want to make your clothes look more beautiful, you have to send the fabric to the dyeing house. Or you can collect brightly colored plants and fruits yourself, grind them in a stone mortar, and then soak the clothes in them.

Usually, only people from poor families wear this coarse cloth, which has not yet been dyed. The girl has reached the age of development, although very thin. The size of the chest is not small. She was mature enough, and her body curves began to converge below her swollen boobs, and with her slender waist as the inflection point, she continued to descend and expand again at the hips. Although the dress obscures the view, it is conceivable that underneath the gray cloth skirt must be a pair of slender and round legs.

This kind of bumpy figure is definitely a must-have capital for top supermodels in another world.

It's a pity. The girl's back, though tempting, is enough to make a man go crazy. However, her appearance is so terrible that it can even have the terrible effect of cold ice water being poured directly on the frenetically erect male genitalia.

Her face was barely delicate. The biggest flaw was the huge dark spot that spread from the right side of the forehead, taking up almost two-thirds of the face and spreading to the left side of the collarbone under the neck.

Imagine the big flower face on the stage of Peking Opera. There are only two colors, black and white, and black occupies more weight than white. Painted the actors' faces in a mess.

It's a huge birthmark that comes out of the mother's womb. Even in another world where medical technology is advanced, there is no way to completely eliminate it.

Anyone who sees such a look will instinctively react. Yang Tianhong was no exception, he was slightly stunned, and then his eyes released a look of pity, and his expression was also a little emotional.

The girl didn't care about it. She's used to it. People who see what they look like. It's nothing more than two reactions. The first is to be like Yang Tianhong, who is pitiful and sympathetic. The second is undisguised disgust, even disgust.

The process of verifying the paperwork is not complicated. The girl returned the wooden card to Yang Tianhong, turned sideways, pointed to a few empty tables not far away, and smiled on her ugly face shrouded in black birthmarks: "At this time, few people in the library have come in. You can sit as you like, just remember to move gently. ”

A woman who has had a birthmark since she was a child is actually nothing. On Mingfeng Mountain, Yang Tianhong has even seen even uglier and more terrifying faces than this. Not to mention anything else, just when he just went up the mountain, in the battle with the beast in the outer courtyard of the Guiyuan Sect, the heart, liver and five organs were dug out, most of the head was gnawed off by the beast, and the various injured people with incomplete hands and feet and limbs, no matter which of them, were more terrible than the girl in front of them.

If you are stabbed with a knife, you will feel that the stick does not hurt when you hit your body.

After experiencing the catastrophe of eating bran vegetables, I will cherish every grain of rice in the bowl.

The same is true when it comes to treating people and things.

With a smile, Yang Tianhong bowed to the birthmark girl and said seriously, "Thank you!"

The girl had apparently never enjoyed similar treatment, and was a little overwhelmed for a while. I don't know why, she became a little cramped, seemed to be a little shy, and hurriedly turned to the side, using the other half of her face that had not been stained by the black spots to Yang Tianhong, and did a good job. Then, with the liveliness unique to her age, she said with a smile: "My name is Xiaohe, if you need anything here, you can find me." ”

Yang Tianhong hurriedly replied: "My name is Yang ......"

The girl covered her mouth, pointed to the identity card held by Yang Tianhong in her hand, and said with a low smile: "I already know your name." ”

Yang Tianhong suddenly realized, and also felt very embarrassed, so he had to turn around and flee towards the empty table and chair not far away.

He didn't have any thoughts about the girl, just a few normal words.

Really, that's all.

......

The collection of books in the Guozi Prison is extremely rich. On the general catalogue, Yang Tianhong saw that the number of books in the collection had reached more than 300,000 volumes.

You must know that this is not another world with advanced information, and the proportion of literati who have received systematic education is not even 1 percent of the total population. In any case, 300,000 books is an extremely large number.

The library is divided into three floors.

Most of the books on the first floor are ordinary books that can be bought on the market and are issued by local bookstores. Although the types are mixed, they are still mainly based on classics, histories, sub-series, and collections. Yang Tianhong really has no interest in these books. The reason why he hid in the library was to pass the time. If you're still holding something like the Analects here, what's the difference between sitting in class and being in a daze?

It's not that he's disrespectful to learning, it's that the previous guardian in the Exquisite Treasure Lock has given him too many thinking memories. That's the equivalent of copying all the data stored in the computer with a large-capacity USB stick. Although the plagiarism is not good, Yang Tianhong did steal the famous work "Will Enter the Wine" by the poet Li Bai. It's just that no one here will look for him to collect royalties, and no one will sue him for infringing intellectual property rights.

These books on the first floor, just look at the names, Yang Tianhong can know the content inside. He has a sense of helplessness as an adult in the face of children's enlightenment books. Boredom, he put down the book in his hand, turned around and walked towards the wooden staircase that led to the second floor in the side direction. (To be continued.) )