I traveled to ancient times and wanted to be a mother. I made a fortune by relying on chicken babies

The day of admission test came in a blink of an eye.

"I'll go with you."

Seeing that Lin Qingchen was about to go out, Zhao Yang hurriedly put down the book and called him to wait for him.

Since she is going to live in the capital for a long time, she wants to open a medical clinic again. Firstly, it will bring in income, and secondly, she will not have to worry about it. So these days, Zhao Yang has been renting out shops, but these are not in a hurry. , of course Lin Qingchen’s college examination is more important now.

"I can go by myself, and you can go about your business." Lin Qingchen didn't want Zhao Yang to be delayed because of him, "Why, don't you trust me?"

"of course not."

Zhao Yang denied it without thinking. She knew Lin Qingchen's ability very well.

Seeing that she trusted him so much, the man couldn't help but smile, "Then just don't worry at home and wait for my good news. I will be stressed if you are here."

Zhao Yang hesitated for a long time and compromised.

"Well, good luck."

"I accept your auspicious words."

After saying goodbye to her, Lin Qingchen arrived at Gusu Academy in a carriage.

He arrived not too early. At this time, a lot of people had gathered in the academy. There were only a few students, most of them were relatives and friends of the students. There was a lot of people. The outside of the academy was as lively as a morning vegetable market.

Lin Qingchen, who was alone, was an outlier among them. He walked through the crowd and walked to the academy with ease and ease, his figure as graceful as a giant.

"Hey, Brother Lin!"

He hadn't gone very far when he suddenly heard someone shouting loudly. Lin Qingchen thought it had nothing to do with him and didn't care, so he walked away casually.

"Brother Lin, I'm calling you, why are you ignoring me?"

Unexpectedly, the shout was directed at him, and the person put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

It's him……

Lin Qingchen turned his head and saw Zhang Linghe, the prime minister's son who wanted to make friends with him a few days ago.

He had no intention of intersecting with the other party at that time, and the same applies now.However, he does not want to associate with powerful people, but there are many people who follow the trend.

"Master Zhang, don't leave..."

"Master Zhang, don't run so fast, be careful of falling..."

"Son..."

If Zhang Linghe was alone, it would be easy to get rid of him, but he was followed by a group of students trying to please him, which gave Lin Qingchen a headache.

There is also something wrong with Zhang Linghe. He ignores people who want to curry favor with him, and he doesn't want to care about him, but just goes after him.

Zhang Linghe didn't realize the trouble he had caused to the other party at all, and said happily: "It looks like you from a distance, but it's really you! Brother Lin, what a coincidence. We will be classmates from now on, but we need to support each other more." ah."

Lin Qingchen didn't say a word, didn't agree, and didn't refuse.

"Who is this wise brother?"

The people who followed saw Zhang Linghe being so warm to Lin Qingchen, so they thought he was also a big shot, and their attitude towards him instantly became much more submissive.

"Lin Qingchen."

Lin Qingchen simply stated his name.

The person who asked the question looked choked up and looked at each other.

On the surface, he was asking about the person's name, but actually he wanted to ask about the person's family background. Who knew that this person was so unscrupulous, how could they accept it?

"I still have to prepare for the test, so I'll take my leave."

Lin Qingchen nodded slightly, said hello, and left immediately.

"Brother Lin, don't worry..."

It was not easy to meet Zhang Linghe, but Zhang Linghe let him go so easily, so he hurriedly grabbed his arm to keep him.

Lin Qingchen's expression condensed, and there was a hint of impatience in his eyes. His patience was about to run out.

"I'll be with you. Brother Lin, please teach me how to prepare..."

Zhang Linghe was completely out of the situation, still happily trying to get closer to the other party, and wondering if he could find some other topics to talk about.

"Master Zhang, I'm coming too."

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, please take me with you too."

"And I."

Seeing that Zhang Linghe was about to leave, the group of people surrounding him naturally wanted to follow him.

These people are all dandy men. The reason why they come to Gusu Academy is naturally not to learn the ways of saints, but to cultivate connections in the academy through classmates. Zhang Linghe is the person who wants to cling to him the most. Naturally, we have to follow suit.

"It's so noisy!" Lin Qingchen said coldly.

"what?"

Among all the chatter, Zhang Linghe could only see Lin Qingchen's mouth moving and couldn't hear clearly what he was saying. It was rare that Brother Lin was willing to talk to him, but he didn't hear clearly. This made him anxious.

"Shut up!" Zhang Linghe shouted.

There was silence all around.

Zhang Linghe was satisfied, then turned to look at Lin Qingchen, "Brother Lin, what did you just say?"

The man in front of him glanced at him, with inexplicable emotions in his eyes.

Power is really useful.Originally he didn't want to pay attention to this young master, but now he changed his mind.

Of course, changing his mind does not mean that he wants to please Zhang Linghe like everyone else. His attitude towards Zhang Linghe has not changed at all. He said calmly, "I said it was so noisy that I wanted to come with you. You can do it alone." Everyone else, get out.”

"Oh, okay."

Zhang Linghe agreed readily. He only cared about Lin Qingchen. What other people did was none of his business.

"You." Zhang Linghe pointed at the group of people following him and ordered: "Stay away from us."

Others are just so-so.

Lin Qingchen saw that everyone had calmed down and walked forward, with Zhang Linghe following behind.

Along the way, Zhang Linghe talked to him in an unconventional way, and Lin Qingchen responded perfunctorily. I don't know whether Zhang Linghe didn't hear it, or didn't care, and was still cheerful.

"Who is that person? Are all the sons of the prime minister of the dynasty so polite to him?"

"I haven't heard of it, I haven't seen it, I don't know."

After they walked away, the students who stayed behind began to discuss in confusion.

……

The Six Arts of a Gentleman: Ritual, Music, and the Imperial Book.

The two items are tested together and are divided into three levels.

The sky is clear today, which is a good weather for going out on horseback and archery. The owner of the hospital has specially changed the order of the competition. Today, the horseback archery test will be taken first.

The first step in mounted archery is to choose a horse.

Those who can bring their own horses can use their own horses, and those who cannot bring their own horses will have horses provided by the academy.

This is not a fair test. The horses provided by the academy cannot be compared with the BMWs of rich people, and the quality of the horses in this competition plays a key role in the results.

But so what if it's unfair, the world is inherently unfair.

Even this competition is a screening mechanism for the hospital.

Lin Qingchen did not have his own horses, and good horses were worth tens of thousands of dollars. Although their situation was much better now, they did not have spare money for him to squander it like this.

And he believes that even if the horse is not good, he may not lose to others based on his ability.

The quality of the horse will play a key role, but it is not decisive.

As for Zhang Linghe, he had a horse prepared by the prime minister's palace, and the horse was a royal horse rewarded by the emperor.

A BMW with sweat and blood is priceless.

Lin Qingchen couldn't open his eyes when he saw it. He couldn't help but reached out and touched it, unable to put it down.

He rarely had some envy and doubts about Zhang Linghe.