On August 17, the third year of Jing You, in the early morning, Zhao Jun got up early in the morning.

Although there are only scholars from Gyeonggi Road in Bianliang City to catch the exam, because of the large population of Bianliang, thousands of people are raised and held in two tribute courtyards in the north and south.

He had already signed up before, and now he needed to go to the examination room with food, clothes, bedding, and the four treasures of the study room for three days.

Yan Shu also came over early, and the nursing home of the Zhao Mansion knew him, so he didn't need to be polite, and went straight to the backyard after entering the door.

The backyard is actually a small courtyard, in which a towering tree is planted, the leaves fall everywhere on the ground, and the bluestone bricks are almost full of small layers.

Zhao Jun is brushing his teeth.

He didn't even dare to use toothpaste, he could only squeeze a little bit at a time.

Shampoo, soap, toothpaste, and other things are really used a little less, so I used to brush my teeth in the morning and evening, but now I can only squeeze so little toothpaste in the morning.

After all, he didn't expect to come to the Song Dynasty, thinking that he could go to the county town to buy it again in the future, and he would have brought more toiletries if he knew it.

"Coo-go ~~~”

Zhao Jun stood under the porch in the backyard with a cup and toothbrush, rinsed his mouth and sprayed mouthwash into the flower bed.

Yan Shu sat on the stone in the courtyard, patiently waiting for him to finish brushing his teeth.

After wiping his face with a towel, Zhao Jun carefully washed the towel again, hung it on the clothes pole under the porch, and then hid the toothpaste and toothbrush cup back in the suitcase like a treasure.

After he washed up and came out and walked to Yan Shu's side, Yan Shu took the official document and said: "This is your official test, I forgot to ask you before, what are your words?" ”

They don't seem to have asked Zhao Jun's words until now, mainly because compared to asking Zhao Jun's words, what he said was the other things that were the point.

"I don't have a word."

Zhao Jun said speechlessly: "We will not be popular in the future." ”

"This"

Yan Shu scratched his head, he didn't expect that future generations would abandon such an important traditional culture, and after thinking about it for a while, he said: "Why don't I get one for you, I'll be in charge of the household registration and help you fill it out." ”

"Okay."

Zhao Jun responded, his knowledge of ancient literature is definitely not as good as Yan Shu, let him take it well.

After thinking about it, Yan Shu said, "Jun, foal." You are not an ordinary horse, but the Zhao family's divine horse, called the dragon, and the auspicious come, it is better to say the dragon. ”

"Relong?"

Zhao Jun touched his chin, it sounded good.

In ancient times, it was not taboo to take the dragon as the surname, name, and character, the surname of the dragon has existed since ancient times, and there are many people named after the dragon, such as Zhang Long, Feng Menglong, Mao Wenlong, etc.

As for taking dragon as the word more, Zilong, Yuanlong, Fu Long, Xiulong, Youlong, and even Dragon Friends and Dragon Media.

As Zhao Jun, he is more auspicious than Xiangrui in the Great Song Dynasty, and it is normal to take a Ruilong.

The only problem is.

Zhao Ruilong?

Good guy, did Da Song allow me to be such an awesome existence?

Zhao Jun came back to his senses and said: "The name Ruilong is still a little meaningless, since I promised to come out to save the world for the sake of the Han people not to be enslaved, then call it Hanlong." ”

"Well, that's fine."

Yan Shu nodded: "Do you have a pen here?" ”

"Fill it out?"

Zhao Jun glanced at the public examination, and the column of the words on it was really empty.

Yan Shu smiled: "There is an official document seal on it, don't say fill it out, even if it says that you are eighty years old, it is true." ”

"Outrageous."

Zhao Jun took him to the study, and wrote the word Hanlong in the word column with the pen and ink of the study.

After looking at the watch, his watch was given by his parents on his eighteenth birthday, just a few hundred yuan, not a big brand, but the battery is very durable, and he only changed a new battery last year, which should last another three or four years.

At this time, it was already seven o'clock in the morning, although today was an admission, but it was not an exam, but a tribute house first, thousands of scholars had to be searched and checked, and even their clothes were stripped naked, which naturally consumed time.

Seeing that the time was about to open the door of the Tribute Courtyard, Zhao Jun said: "Let's go to the Tribute Courtyard." ”

"How's the mood?"

Yan Shu walked out of the study with him.

Zhao Jun instructed Di Qing to bring their things with him, and said: "I'm very nervous, I have taken the college entrance examination, I have not participated in the imperial examination, and I am mainly novel. ”

"Huh."

Yan Shu smiled: "I participated once, and I don't really want to participate in the second one in the future, it's very torturous to be locked inside." ”

"Hmm."

Zhao Jun smiled, and said in his heart that he really didn't want to participate in the second time, and he didn't even want to participate in next year's Spring Festival.

The two of them went out as they spoke.

Di Qing and the others followed behind them with their things, and there were many chazi around them, and when they came out of Qingtai Street, they went all the way south to Taichang Temple.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, there was no fixed location for the Gongju, and they were all temporary houses or borrowed some Buddhist monasteries.

However, due to the increase in the number of imperial examinations, this was more time-consuming and labor-intensive, and caused crowding in Buddhist and Taoist monasteries, so by the time of Song Zhenzong, the Ministry of Rites requisitioned Taichang Temple, Guozijian and Taixue as temporary examination rooms.

During this time, the students of Guozijian and Taixue will have a holiday to set aside a place for the examination room.

Because Taichang Temple is at the intersection of Yujie and Hengjie in the north, Guozijian and Taixue are listed side by side in Wuxue Street and Lane, so it is divided into two courtyards, north and south, and Zhao Jun is divided into Taichang Temple in the north courtyard.

Taichang Temple is not far from Qingtai Street, along Qishengyuan Road to the south to Hengjie, and then a few roads to the east to the intersection.

Yan Shu sent Zhao Jun to the intersection of Qishengyuan Road and Hengjie, then stopped and said to him: "Although the chief examiner of this year's examination is not me, but next year's Chunqiu Provincial Examiner will appoint me to be the main exam, if it is not good for outsiders to see that I will send you to Gongyuan, so let's go here." ”

"Thank you, uncle."

Zhao Jun took the public inspection handed by Yan Shu.

Yan Shu smiled: "I still like to hear you call me Uncle Lari." ”

"Okay, Uncle Lari."

Zhao Jun answered and was about to leave.

Yan Shu asked again: "Recently, I have only seen you writing strategies and scriptures, how are you preparing for poetry?" ”

"Do you still need to prepare this thing? Whatever title he makes, I must have a corresponding poem. ”

Zhao Jun said with a smile.

Yan Shu thought for a while and said: "This year's examiner is Sun Xun, he likes to write words, although the writing is not good, but I think there must be more words in the test this year, then I will test you, how about writing a song "Linjiang Immortal"?" ”

In general, the Song Dynasty wrote test poems according to the requirements of the imperial examination in the Tang Dynasty, but after all, the difficulty of solving the test is not as great as the provincial test, plus the Song people like words, so it is true that sometimes there will be test words that limit the question.

Among the more than 1,000 word brand names, each word brand name has its corresponding number of words, rhythm, level and rhyme, so this kind of poem test is difficult.

After all, there are many kinds of poems, and there is very little time for you to take the exam, so to write poems with prescribed rhythm, plainness and rhyme in such a short period of time is a test of impatience, which is comparable to Cao Zhi's seven-step poem.

Zhao Jun heard Yan Shu's words, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly thought about it slightly, and said with a wicked smile: "After the dream, the building is locked, and the curtain hangs low when you wake up. When the spring hatred came last year, the falling flowers were independent, and the swifts flew together. I remember the first time I saw Xiao Apple, and the two hearts were Luo Yi. The pipa strings say that acacia, when the bright moon was there, and the clouds returned. ”

"At that time, the bright moon was there, and the clouds returned?"

Yan Shu's eyes widened, and he pondered carefully, he himself was a lyricist, and he suddenly felt extremely subtle, and said in surprise: "This word was copied by the later generations?" ”

Zhao Jun was not happy and said, "Can't it be that I wrote it myself?" ”

Yan Shu glanced at him with disdain: "This word is written about the past when I was with a woman named Xiao Apple, how long have you been in the Great Song Dynasty, can you meet a woman named Xiao Apple?" Besides, I don't believe you are so literate! ”

"Okay."

Zhao Jun had no choice but to admit: "You wrote this word." ”

"I wrote it?"

Yan Shu almost urinated at that time, and he was furious, and he was about to beat: "You really copied the poems I wrote? ”

Zhao Jun was almost scared to pee, the first time he saw Yan Shu really angry, he hurriedly hugged his head and ran away, and when he ran away, he turned around and saw Yan Shu chasing after him angrily, knowing that for these people who love words like life, this is really his life, but he panicked and said: "I'm joking, how could it be that you wrote it, do you know the woman named Xiao Apple?" ”

"Ahh

Yan Shu stopped and hesitated, because he really didn't remember this woman named Xiao Apple.

But what if there is one in the future?

When he thought of this, he exclaimed, "Then who do you say wrote it?" ”

When Zhao Jun saw him stop, he laughed twice, and let the girl slip away, leaving only one sentence in the wind: "Your son Yan wrote a few words." ”

"How many ways does my son Yan have?"

Yan Shu wondered.

Zhao Jun said before that Renzong had many lyric writing masters, who harmed middle school students in later generations, such as "Yan Shu, Su Shi, Liu Yong, Ouyang Xiu, Yan Jidao, Fan Zhongyan" and the like.

At that time, I thought that this Yan Jidao was just the same surname, or Yan Jidao, but I didn't expect this person to be my son.

The problem is that I don't have a few sons named Yan Dao now!

Yan Shu was confused.

was about to ask, but when he looked up, Zhao Jun had already run away, and he couldn't help jumping to his feet angrily.

But the other party wanted to participate in the tribute, and Yan Shu had no choice but to go back.

Along the way, Yan Shu was pondering the song "Linjiang Immortal".

When I arrived at the mansion, a servant suddenly came over, and said with a happy face: "Jiajun, Jiajun, Zhang Xiaoniang is happy, she often vomits more and more during this time, and her belly is getting bigger and bigger. ”

"Happy?"

When Yan Shu heard the news, he immediately became excited.

He lived in the palace for a long time ago, and rarely went home, and in May, because Mrs. Meng was seriously ill, he asked for leave to go back and live for a while, that is, during that time, he had sex with the concubine.

Unexpectedly, it was that time when the concubine was conceived, and the Yan family added another thing, which is really something worth celebrating.

Yan Shu hurriedly went to the backyard to visit the concubine, and after saying something to let her recuperate and raise the fetus with peace of mind, she returned to her study with excitement.

At this time, he was already overwhelmed by joy, but he forgot about "Linjiang Immortal" and Yan Jidao, and only thought that the old Yan family had children again.

He sat back at his desk, ready to read the book to calm his excitement.

It just so happened that there was still a copy of the Tao Te Ching that I had read yesterday on the desk, and the breeze blew through the window, and the wind turned a page with the paper, revealing the eighth chapter of the Tao Te Ching.

"The good is like water, the water is good for all things without fighting, and it is evil for everyone, so it is more than the Tao!"

Yan Shu lowered his head and saw the four words that were so many words.

So how much is the Tao, so how much is the Tao?

I recited these words silently.

Then Yan Shu bounced up from his chair and became even more emotional.

Boy.

Isn't this kid Yan Jidao?

TM's Zhao Jun!

Yan Shu was so angry that the three souls went out of his body, the seven holes were smoking, and he pointed out the window and scolded: "Zhao Jun, you are a little rabbit cub, you even copy the unborn child, are you still a person?" ”

(End of chapter)