The scholar approached the carriage, solemnly bowed deeply to it, and then sat down on the well and picked up the bullwhip.

The voice of an ordinary old man came from the carriage, accompanied by a strong aroma of wine, "He refuses to exchange?"

The scholar shook his head with a smile, brandished a bullwhip to drive the ox, and slowly moved the carriage forward.

In the spring of the thirteenth year of Tianqi, the dean of the academy took his eldest disciple on another trip away from the empire.

No one knows how many jugs of wine he will drink during his tour.

and how many plums he would pick from unknown mountains.

Ning Que shouldn't feel cold, because the scholar in the cotton-cushioned robe, from head to toe, from the inside out, did not release any hostility and danger. On the contrary, he is as clean as a pure lotus flower and trustworthy as a relative.

However, he still felt cold, because the scholar only glanced at it and saw the umbrella on his back, which was large and black, and it was the most important thing for Sangsang and him. Besides, he wanted to change something.

The sun doesn't shine into the alley, so it's a bit cold. Maybe that's one of the reasons why he felt cold? Or is it his inexplicable trust in academics that terrifies him?

Ning Que stood in the alley for a long time like an ice sculpture before he woke up. He looked back in disappointment, and of course, he didn't see anything. Then he thought about it, looked down, and he realized that he didn't know what was going on. So, he gave up thinking, shook his head, and walked towards the crowd.

He didn't know that the legendary dean of the academy had already left in a carriage. He didn't know he had missed a historic moment; He didn't know that his refusal to communicate with scholars was also a mistake; He didn't know that this was his first real lesson. However, even if he knew, he still wouldn't make the exchange. It's not his style to trade what he has for what he doesn't.

The first class at the academy was a big lecture by some of the students. The students gathered on a somewhat cool rock, hoping to listen to some professors' lectures at the college and imagine what they would be like in two or three years.

The college's curriculum also consists of six subjects, just like the college entrance exam. The 200 students are divided into six study halls. Their classes are from morning to noon, which doesn't seem like a long time, but they don't have time to rest.

Seven people who are lucky enough to sign up for the Magic Skills course will learn about it from the Academy in the afternoon. Moreover, other ordinary students can enjoy some free time and stay in the academy to study on their own, or they can go back to Chang'an City to have fun. However, the professor gently and sincerely advises students to review the lessons of the college's old library.

The discipline of the academy is very loose. The students took the bells in the depths of the college as a sign: the first bell was a warning; A second sound sounded, and they walked into the classroom; The third sound sounded, and class began; The fourth sound sounded, marking the beginning of the end of class. When the third bell rings, students can study in the study hall. Students are required to pay close attention to the teacher's lectures during class. They can ask questions, but they can't make a sound. As for cleaning, students don't have to pay attention to it, because the imperial court spends a lot of money on the academy, so it employs a lot of cleaners and cooks.

The second is to divide students into different classes. The college did this in the easiest and fairest way possible, with names being drawn at random. The student's family background and enrollment score are not taken into account. Xie Chengyun and Zhong Dajun's children were placed in a class; Wang Ying from Linchuan, Classroom No. 4; Ning Que, Classroom No. 3.

Ning Que took his books and classics from the instructor's room near the stone ground, followed everyone to find the wooden plaque hanging in Yan Yu Hall, and found the third classroom. Looking at the clean windows, like pictures, white walls, like paper, thinking that he would spend the next few years here. He also thought that he had finally embarked on the first step on the path of Tang cultivation, and his emotions were slightly in a trance. He took a deep breath to calm down and lifted his foot over the high threshold.

"Ning Que! Here it comes!

Two surprising voices rang out in the study.

Ning Que raised his head in surprise. He saw Chu Youxian, who was a little pale, waving to him excitedly from the spacious back seat of the study, and in the front seat, Situ Yilan was also looking at him excitedly. Today, the girl is dressed in a tight-fitting blue outfit with a few plum blossoms embroidered on her chest, and her white neck peeks out of the slightly open collar.

It's like a dream, and at the same time like a past life. In fact, it's really a past life. This is the memory he is most familiar with. He seemed to see such a scene every year, and each time more and more people called him to sit next to them.

Ning Que stood silently in the door of the study, forcibly closed his eyes, and drove the annoying memories out of his mind. Then he smiled apologetically at Situ Yilan, who was waiting, and walked towards her with an expectant expression.

He didn't know that Miss Situ was the daughter of General Yunhui, but he knew that she must be a noble family in Chang'an City. Although the students in the academy were equal, he heard that His Majesty came to study at the academy in ordinary clothes and sat next to ordinary students from poor families. Who knows what kind of trouble will arise if he has too much contact with the noble girl.

After putting down the heavy books and classics, he looked at Chu Youxian's pale and haggard face and blue lips, and asked, "You are from the Red Sleeves Mansion again, the same as yesterday?"

"Stayed there for the whole night." Chu Youxian sighed and said with unconcealed sadness: "Ning Que, there is a problem in this world. I couldn't understand, so I spent the whole night in the Red Sleeves House.

Ning Que thought about the scholar he had seen before, and then his body stiffened a little. He asked, "Is there any problem?"

"My unexpected entry into the academy is the biggest problem in the world.

Chu Youxian said sadly and angrily: "You know that my father bought me the qualification to take the college entrance exam with two thousand silver. I'm here just to find a good wife. I answered randomly yesterday and I didn't even look at the score next to my name. However, in all four subjects, I got a B plus.

At first, Ning Que was so surprised that he couldn't speak, and then he praised him sincerely: "You hid the real you well.

"Nonsense."

Chu Youxian's lifeless expression was like a soulless corpse, and he said dejectedly: "I answered a math problem, and the dean of the college was a drunk who chewed half of the peach blossoms on the mountain. Even with such an answer, I got a B plus, which shows that the instructors at the academy have gone crazy.

Ning Que thought for a while before guessing, "Maybe your family spent some silver?"

Chu Youxian said angrily: "Who has ever heard of a student entering the academy with only silver? Moreover, my father spent only two thousand pieces of silver, which was only enough for me to stay in the Red Sleeves House for four months. It's nothing!

In Chang'an, on the chair of a silver workshop in Dongcheng, sat an extremely obese old Fudge, who was looking through their account books, and he sighed with tears in his eyes, "Two hundred thousand silver...... Son, I sold more than half of our assets, and I hope only you can do something. You can't let me down. Who said that the academy does not accept money! Those thieves just don't take a small amount of money!

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Chu Youxian didn't know that his father had made a lavish bet that he would never make in business. He was still angry at the thought that the instructors of the academy were crazy.

"Since I was a child, I didn't like to study, ride horses, and shoot, so I couldn't play with the aristocratic young men and women of Chang'an. It's a good thing you were placed in Room 3, otherwise I don't know what I'd be doing in the next few years.

Chu Youxian said sadly. Ning Que only noticed this when he said that he didn't like poetry books, horseback riding and shooting. He didn't show any expression of shame, but his expression was so natural, even a little proud.

He comforted the only acquaintance with a smile, saying, "Since you're already here, you shouldn't think too much."

"You have a point." Chu Youxian looked around at the classmates in the spacious study. His gaze swept over the slender girl, and gradually became happy, "I will get along well with my classmates, so that I can have a good marriage."

Ning Que was speechless.

Chu Youxian is a typical Tang person, he is open, otherwise, he would not have invited Ning Que to come over to drink and play with the girls when they met for the first time in the brothel. After adjusting his mood, he immediately returned to normal. With his two fingers, he picked up a piece of jade and pointed at the girl sitting at the front, and said in a low voice, "That gentle girl's name is Jin Wucai, the youngest daughter of the Tang Clan's liberators. She is docile, but she will not be bullied at all, because the liberator is serious and has a bad temper; You can't annoy that Gao girl, because her surname is Gao and she has an uncle who works in the palace......"