The two of them went out of the "Furong Pavilion" and no longer dared to enter the high-end storefront with resplendent decoration on the street. I walked along Suzaku Street into the small alley, and after walking for half an hour, I couldn't help but feel hungry.

Fan Dazhi rubbed his stomach, looking listless. Unexpectedly, in the huge imperial capital, two teenagers who walked out of a small mountain village couldn't find a bite to eat. Luoyang Ju is not easy.

The two of them were sighing, and an old man walked by in the alley, picking wontons, and shouting in a low voice - "Sell~wontons~wontons~belch......

Fan Dazhi suddenly came to his senses, and hurriedly ran to ask the price, and took out two big coins from his arms. The old man took it, unloaded the wonton pick, quickly set up the iron pot, turned on the charcoal fire, handed two small maza to the two of them, rolled up his sleeves, set up a small board, took out the dough and meat filling, and wrapped the wontons skillfully.

This wonton pick carries charcoal fires, bellows, pots and pans, rolling sticks and other cooking utensils at one end, and a small box at the other, and when you open it, there are layers of drawers inside, which are full of dough condiments and so on, which is simply a mobile kitchen.

He An and Fan Dazhi were looking at it interestingly, and the water was boiling. The old man put the wrapped wontons in the pot, the wontons rolled twice in the water, copied into two large bowls with a fence, put in salt, shrimp skin, seaweed, sprinkled with some chopped green onions, and finally poured a little sesame oil, and suddenly the steaming aroma was overflowing, Fan Dazhi and He An couldn't help but move their index fingers......

The two of them held a large bowl, sat on a small horse, and leaned against the wall of the alley to eat wontons.

He An picked up a wonton, only to see the skin as thin as a cicada's wings, the entrance meat filling was fragrant and tender, and the soup in the bowl was as white as jade and then decorated with green green onions, which really aroused people's appetite, and couldn't help but praise: "Uncle is really a good craft, I didn't expect this wonton to be so delicious."

The old man who sold wontons grinned and said proudly: "Little Lao'er's ancestral craftsmanship, people in this area say it is delicious." If you like it, I am in this alley every night, and I can come over at any time. ”

While speaking, Fan Dazhi had finished eating, and asked for a full bowl.

Back at the inn, the two discussed with each other a few books left by He Kui, and practiced a few tricks with each other. After a while, Fan Dazhi was already sweating on his forehead, waved his hand and said: "If you don't practice, you won't practice, I can't beat you every time, alas...... I'm just too fat...... Xiao An...... You remember, I didn't lose to you, I lost to my own fat! ”

He An was speechless, Fan Dazhi was extremely incompetent as a sparring partner, the two had been reading and playing together for so many years, and the other party's lazy nature was too clear. Every time he makes a move, he changes, the direction, the strength, and the other party is also deadly, and neither of them can help anyone.

"If you have a chance, you must find a master to try, whether you are good at kung fu after practicing for so many years." He An thought so in his heart, sat cross-legged on the couch again, and began to close his eyes and practice the mental method that He Kui taught him.

Wake up early and read in the morning, write in the afternoon, go out to walk around Suzaku Street at dusk, and then go to the alley to eat two bowls of wontons, He An feels that such a day is leisurely and comfortable.

What is rare is that Fan Dazhi has also restrained a lot of thoughts, and these days he is also reading and doing homework with himself in a regular manner.

An autumn rain has fallen in Luoyang, the weather is even cooler, and the day of the Zhixing Academy's selection exam is approaching.

In the past half month, candidates from all over the country have arrived, and although the number has decreased by more than half compared with previous years, there are still four or five thousand people.

On the other side of Luoyang City, although Longmen Academy is the first year of enrollment, the number of applicants is more than 10,000. As the construction of Longmen Academy is in full swing, the examination venue and later admission study are temporarily located in the Royal Annex of Longmen Villa, which is specially approved by the emperor.

Moreover, Longmen Academy also takes the exam on the same day as Zhixingyuan, and even uses the same test questions as Zhixingyuan as the selection criteria. These measures of the emperor made many ministers in the court and central government discuss this matter, and the expressions on their faces became very interesting. The atmosphere in the court hall also became tense as the exams of the two Kyoto University halls approached.

Tomorrow, the eighth day of the eighth month of August, is the day of the selection examination of Zhixing Academy, and He An and Fan Dazhi have sorted out the few classics they have studied recently.

In the morning, Fang Yizhi came to see the two of them and explained the rules of the exam. The admission test of Zhixingyuan is divided into two parts, one is the literary test, and the other is the martial arts test. The literary examination is to test the subset of scripture and history and other works, and there is one day of time to answer the questions. The martial arts test is to challenge the teachers of the martial arts academy, a total of ten teachers, and candidates can choose by themselves. During the competition, the teacher will disperse the exercises and only examine the candidates' comprehensive basic skills such as moves, body coordination and flexibility, and on-the-spot adaptability.

"Dazhi, tomorrow is the literary exam, I still feel bottomless, no wonder my uncle once said that the more a person reads, the more he feels that he knows too little...... You remember many things faster than me, memorize them better than me, remember not to doze off in the exam tomorrow! He An joked to Fan Dazhi.

"What are you afraid of, if I can't pass the exam, it's a big deal to go back and sell wine with my father. Actually, I don't think there's anything wrong with selling wine, and you can still eat a lot of good things every day, unlike here in the imperial capital Luoyang, where everything is so expensive. Fan Dazhi clasped his hands in his sleeves and said nonchalantly.

"Now that we've all come out and seen the bustling world outside, are you really willing to go back to our small village again? Of course your dad won't say anything, but someone else ...... Dazhi, your father gave you this name, isn't it just looking forward to you being able to make a career in the future? He An encouraged Fan Dazhidao.

Someone outside the window heard their conversation clearly, and saw He An and Fan Dazhi going out one after the other, and as usual, they went to visit Suzaku Street and eat wontons in the alley, and then floated away.

This person returned to Zhixing Courtyard with a familiar car, and walked into an antique courtyard. Under the jujube tree full of fruits, he reported what he had seen and heard recently to Wei Zhilin, who was wearing a wide Confucian robe, and Wei Zhilin was expressionless, just nodding his beard.

After the reporter left, Wei Zhilin frowned, stood in the autumn breeze and muttered: "I don't know what the teacher's purpose is for me to pay attention to the two teenagers...... It's better to wait for the teacher's retreat to end, and have the opportunity to ask him about the old man in person! ”

The sun had just risen, and there was already a long queue at the entrance of Zhixing-in. Today is the Zhixing Academy's introductory disciple test exam, and He An and Fan Dazhi are huddled in the team and slowly move forward. The two of them were not assigned to the same examination room, and the two of them followed the flow of people and found the corresponding examination room with the number plate in their hands.

There are about 100 people in each examination room, one person, one table and one chair, and pens, ink, paper and inkstones have been prepared. He An opened the test paper, and there were a total of ten questions, all of which examined insights such as subsets of scriptures and history. He Kui has taught all kinds of classics since he was a child, not sticking to his line, going deep and simple, and learning from the strengths of all families, although he has a lot of experience at a young age. After pondering for a while, he dipped his ink and slowly answered the question, which looked quite confident.

Fan Dazhi was in another examination room, and when he got the test paper, he hurriedly glanced at the questions, and his heart suddenly calmed down, it's very simple! He didn't type on spare paper, he just wrote with pen and ink. I only wrote a few words, and I felt that the wolf in my hand was heavy, and the hair was too abundant, so that when I put down the pen, the pen was rough and extremely uncomfortable to use.

Fan Dazhi has been writing since he was a child, and he likes to write small characters, although the words are like his people, but the chubby Fan Dazhi likes to write small characters. Perhaps influenced by Fang Yiyi's strong, handsome and neat regular script, although Fan Dazhi's personality is lazy, he has been meticulous in his writing for more than half a year.

He saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he secretly plucked out some of the hairs on the tip of the pen, and tried to write a few words on the manuscript paper.

The teacher in charge of the invigilation in the examination room is called Lu Zhengqing, who is over forty years old, pays great attention to rules and teaches strictly, and the students of Zhixing Academy secretly jokingly named him "the number one villain".

At this time, Lu Zhengqing was inspecting the examination room with a stern face, and saw that the candidates were either waving their pens, scratching their ears and cheeks, or doing painstaking meditation with their hands on their foreheads.

Suddenly, I found that a little fat man was buried in the pile, and he was gritting his teeth and plucking the brush hairs, plucking some of them and burying his head in painting, and then wiping a handful of sweat on his forehead and continuing to pluck the brush hairs. The ink was black on his head, on his face, and on the tip of his nose, and he didn't even know it.

Lu Zhengqing saw all this in his eyes, and couldn't help but be secretly angry in his heart, and at the same time made up his mind, such a naughty child doesn't know who his name is? Which teacher recommended taking the test? When I find out, I will not be spared.

Fan Dazhi finished writing in one breath and found that it was still early before the paper was handed in. The other students were still immersed in answering the questions, and in the rustling of writing, Fan Dazhi touched his arms, the meat bun he bought in the morning was still warm, and seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he secretly took it out and ate it.

At this time, it was past noon, the sun was shining from the window, Fan Dazhi was bored lying on the table after eating, and after a while, sleepiness swelled up, and he fell asleep at the desk.

The footsteps of the sun climbed down the eaves, Dazhi was asleep, and a rapid ringing of the bell woke him up, and it was over, hand in the papers!

He packed up his things and walked to the invigilator, Lu Zhengqing saw the title Fan Dazhi on the test paper, and said secretly in his heart: "Good boy, I remember you!" By the way, he glared at him fiercely, Fan Dazhi was frightened, this teacher had a fierce look in his eyes, and quickly turned around and left.

Fan Dazhi walked out of the examination room, and found that many people were staring at him along the way. He secretly wondered in his heart, and thought sullenly, could it be that Young Master Ben has become handsome again recently? Or is the aura too powerful?

finally met with He An, the other party pointed to his face and leaned back with a smile, only then did he know that the ink was smeared on his face when he plucked the brush hair, and he couldn't help but be embarrassed, and quickly found a pool to wash his hands and face.

When the two of them talked about the test questions, they both felt that it was easier than they imagined. How did they know that the two of them had been taught by his world-class uncle He Kui since childhood, and who could match the teachers of Zhixing Academy.

The Zhixing Academy's entry test was over, and candidates came out of the examination room one after another.

A woman with a purple headscarf around her head stood anxiously outside the examination room. It's easy to see a girl in the crowd jumping out, and I can't help but be overjoyed. The girl also saw her and greeted her happily: "Aunt Xue! We're waiting for you! ”

"Chanjuan, how did you do in the exam today? If you don't do well in the exam, your father and mother will definitely blame me for not being strict in supervising in the future! The woman laughed.

"It's not difficult at all, Aunt Xue, don't worry!" The girl smiled and said happily.

"You ghost girl, you can only play, your parents have spoiled you since you were a child, and you are used to coaxing Aunt Xue to be happy, you must not be sloppy in exams...... the woman still said with a smile.

"Hi...... Aunt Xue still doesn't believe me! There are many questions that have been taught by my teachers before. I finished it early...... People are very attentive! The girl said coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, Aunt Xue teases you, Aunt Xue believes that Chanjuan is a smart child of Bingxue, how can she fail the test? Let's go, there is an alley in the front street, there is a Xu Ji restaurant there is a very good restaurant, Aunt Xue invites you to have a good meal to celebrate! ”

The woman took the girl's hand and said kindly, and the two walked along Suzaku Street with the crowd.

If He An was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this girl was the one who fought with him that day because of the butterfly hairpin.