Chapter Seventy-Three: That Spring, I Cut a Pound of Peach Blossoms (Medium)
At this time, Ning Que was staring at a man, staring very seriously, staring unscrupulously, he was one of the hundreds of candidates, and that man was standing in front of hundreds of candidates and talking, he was about to meet hundreds of awe and even burning eyes, so he was not worried that he would be discovered by that man, so he stared at it like this, as if he wanted to eat that man into the pupils of Mo Ru late night, and he wanted to devour that man into Mo Ru's late night memories.
The man was wearing a deep robe with red cuffs and hem and neckline, and a large face but black and gold, with a handsome face, eyebrows like swords, thin lips and straight nose, an amiable smile, and occasional wrinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiled.
He is Li Peiyan, the second most powerful man in the Tang Empire, the only younger brother of the emperor, His Royal Highness the Prince, who is known as a virtuous person, and it is also the culprit who took advantage of His Majesty's trip to Daze thirteen years ago to unite several important ministries and join forces with the general Xiahou to jail the Xuanwei general Lin Guangyuan on charges of treason, and beheaded the general's mansion.
Since escaping from Chang'an City in the first year of the Apocalypse to returning from Weicheng this year, for a full thirteen years, Ning Que has struggled painfully to survive in the world, and the hatred has not only not faded, but because of the blood flowers that burst out in front of the knife, the pain of β‘β‘β‘ and spirit before life and death, and the self-blame and guilt hidden in the depths of his heart, have become thicker and clearer.
There are many people in Chang'an City that he must kill, and Prince Li Peiyan is undoubtedly the first on the list, and today in the academy, he saw the object of his killing for the first time, so he looked very seriously, and wanted to burn the appearance of this handsome and personable prince in his mind, remember his eyebrows, remember his eyes, remember the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, remember the appearance of his thin lips when he spoke, and then tear this qiΔ at some point.
Prince Li Peiyan smiled and exhorted gently, like a spring breeze: "All of you young people are the best in the world, and today you must show all your strength to deal with this admission test, but you must not be too nervous, you must study even more when you enter the academy, and when you finish your studies, my Tang Empire has countless positions waiting for you, waiting for you to add glory to the empire." β
Ning Que stared at him, blinking slightly, his eyelashes cutting off the spring breeze.
Prince Li Peiyan looked to the left, looked at the candidates who were dressed differently from the Tang people, opened his arms and smiled loudly, like the sun all over the ground: "Although you are not from the Tang Dynasty, my Datang Academy has always taught without class, please don't worry about the fairness of admission, and if you are successful in your studies in the academy, my Datang is still waiting for your service." β
Ning Que stared at him, his eyes were cold, and his pupils darkened the sun.
Concentration can be understood as burning, hatred only needs to be diluted with two other touches of affection xΓΉ can be understood as awe, the students waiting for the exam outside the academy looked at His Royal Highness the Prince who was doing the pre-exam lecture, showing such a gaze is easy to be understood, so no one noticed Ning Que's abnormality, only Sang Sang raised his little face and glanced at him worriedly, and then quietly stretched out his hand, reached into his sleeve and gently held the hand that was slightly trembling.
At this time, a candidate from the Yan Kingdom mustered up the courage to have a few conversations with the Prince of the Tang Dynasty, I don't know what jokes His Royal Highness the Prince said, which made the candidates who were originally extremely nervous laugh out loud...... Praise.
"There really is a virtuous king in the Tang Dynasty. β
"His Royal Highness the Prince, as rumored, is like a spring breeze and a clear sun. β
"Xian. β
The candidates weren't necessarily patting on the back, but listening to the words coming from around him, Ning Que couldn't help frowning slightly, thinking about Li Yu's title of the princess of the Tang Dynasty, and muttered mockingly: "Is there anything unvirtuous?"
"Yes, gruel is not salty. β
A candidate beside him replied very solemnly, and at some point, the person standing next to Ning Que was replaced by a young man, who was wearing a familiar silk gown, with a precious jade pendant hanging from a gold belt around his waist.
"Yu Youxian, you actually want to come to take the academy exam?" Ning Que turned his head to look at the man and asked in surprise, "When I went to the building a few days ago, why didn't I hear you say it?"
This young man is the only son of the most beloved master of Dongcheng Qiguiyu, and it is also the coordinate figure that Ning Que borrowed from Jian everyone for the first time when he stepped into the red sleeves, this person's surname is Youxian, his temperament is loose and generous, it is best to call friends, and when they met at the beginning of the day, they were ready to invite Ning Que to have a meal of flower wine, but unfortunately there was a disagreement, and later when Ning Que went to the red sleeves to accompany Shui Zhuer and other girls to chat, he met a few times and drank a few glasses of wine, which is considered familiar.
Yu Youxian looked ahead, his eyes were slanted at Ning Que, and he said with pain on his face: "The old man in the family didn't force me to come over to take this test, saying that if I didn't take the entrance test in Chang'an City, when I got married in the future, I would have to be picked on by the woman's family for a few more points, and the bride price would be given a few more points, I was really forced by the old man to come and go." β
Ning Que turned his head, looked at His Royal Highness the Prince, who was talking and exhorting the candidates in turn, and said in a low voice: "The time has long passed for the preliminary nucleus, how did you get through guΓ²?"
Yu Youxian raised his hand and compared two words in front of him, looked ahead and said, "Take the road of the military department." β
Ning Que knew that the military department recommended a lot more candidates this year than in previous years, originally thought that the imperial court was worried that the young and strong generals in the army would not be accepted, where did he think that there were so many insiders, remembering that he had been desperately killing the enemy on the grassland in the past few years, working hard to chop wood, and working hard to accumulate military merits to get through the first core, he couldn't help but feel very unhappy, scolded a few words in a low voice, and said with emotion: "Two thousand taels of silver...... Half a quilt is covered, and I can actually buy it into the academy!"
Hearing this, Sang Sang, who had been standing quietly on the other side of him, couldn't help but look up at him, thinking to himself, young master, you are unhappy in your heart, why do you have to keep talking about that matter?
The old man of my family begged for nothing, crying and shouting, and paid 20,000 taels...... And it's just a qualification for the admission test, and there is no guarantee that you will be able to get in!"
Yu Youxian glanced at him with disdain, and said: "There is no ministry in our Tang Dynasty that dares to accept money to guarantee that you can be admitted to the academy, because not to mention those Shangshu lords in this matter, even if His Majesty said it." So you also despise me, my old man said, today is to take a gold-plated test, and in the future, I will be more confident in marriage. β
The two chatted like this, Prince Li Peiyan walked over accompanied by officials and teachers, his eyes directly ignored Ning Que and Yu Youxian, and fell on Sang Sang's body, looking at this short and thin little girl, he turned back to Jiaoxi with a smile and said: "I didn't expect that there are female candidates so young, this is only two years younger than the Linzhou Wang Ying I saw before, right?"
Linzhou Wang Ying, is the young candidate who was brought back to Chang'an by the academy from the village school, this year is less than fourteen years old, and was the focus of the introduction by the officials to His Royal Highness, but everyone didn't expect to see a more childish little black-faced girl here, just looking at her calm expression, how can she not look like a candidate......
"This is my maid. Ning Que waved his hands gently and introduced.
Prince Li Peiyan knew that he had recognized the wrong person, and his face couldn't help but be a little embarrassed. Seeing the opportunity, the officials behind him suddenly glared at the academy and said, "The opening ceremony, how can you let the maids flow in?"
The middle-aged teacher of the academy didn't seem to feel the anger of the officials at all, and replied indifferently: "There is no restriction on maids and maids entering the academy, this is to participate in the ceremony, not to enter the examination room, and she will not be allowed to enter later." β
Being overwhelmed by this teaching, the official couldn't be angry, after all, no matter how high his status and power he was, in a place like the academy, it didn't have the slightest effect. His Royal Highness smiled self-deprecatingly, reached out and patted Ning Que's shoulder, said no more, and led the ministers to continue forward.
Ning Que lightly bumped Yu Youxian with his shoulder, looked at the teacher beside Li Peiyan, and praised in a low voice: "Xian, this is called not salty and not talking, I like the academy more and more." β
The second time the bell rings, it is the last summoning.
The college professor talked about the discipline of the examination room with a blank face, but the candidates nervously did not remember it, because the discipline of the examination room for the entrance examination was so relaxed, and they did not stop chatting or asking questions, but they were not allowed to tell each other the answers.
Stepping on the bell, stepping on the scattered broken peach petals on the bluestone slab, the students in fluttering robes walked up the stairs and entered the classrooms, ready to meet the exam, leaving Sang Sang alone standing on the stone lawn outside, at this moment, the spring rain drifted a few drops, she raised her little face and squinted, and opened the big black umbrella behind her.
The content of the academy examination is similar to that of the Tang Imperial Examination, which is divided into six subjects: Rites, Music, Archery, Imperial Subjects, Calligraphy, and Mathematics. The admission test was conducted in the morning of the literary examination, which was the three subjects of etiquette and mathematics, and the first to start was the mathematics subject that the Tang people were the least good at or the least happy to understand.
There was silence in the exam, and the window frames on the walls framed the outdoor white wall pink plums, like a quiet and beautiful pastel painting, creating a very suitable environment for heart-warming thoughts, but after getting the digital ink scroll, the students who were sitting at the desks before suddenly became confused and let out a low sigh.
"How can it be a comprehensive question?" said one student, pulling his hair in pain.
"Our luck is too bad, isn't it?" said one student, whose face turned pale.
Because there is no strict prohibition in the discipline of the examination room, so students can't help but use a variety of ways to express their dissatisfaction and sorrow, the most difficult comprehensive questions in the admission test over the years, often doctors and professors of general mathematics together to make questions, candidates sometimes even can't even understand what the question really wants to test.
Ning Que put the brush on the inkstone, took a deep breath of cool air, and then opened the ink scroll, only to see that there was only one question on the ink scroll, about dozens of words, which read:
In the spring of that year, the master traveled to the country, met the peach mountain wine, then found a path to climb the mountain to enjoy the peach and taste the wine, all the way to pick flowers and drink wine, began to cut a pound of peach blossoms, drank a pot of wine, and then the master cherished the wine, so cut a pound of peach blossoms, only drank half a pot of wine, and then cut a pound of peach blossoms, drank half a pot of wine, and so on...... At the top of the mountain, the master ran out of wine in his bag, looked around, and asked all beings lightly: How many catties of peach blossoms have been cut and how many pots of wine have been drunk today?"
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