After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

The spring is warm and the flags are fluttering.

When the emperor's procession arrived from the imperial palace accompanied by the sound of orderly horse hooves, the entire Daxiangguo Temple began to wave of carnival.

“Songshan, Songshan! Strong as a pine tree, unyielding and unyielding!”

"Imperial College, Imperial College! Establish an Imperial College to educate the country!"

Under the command of some people, the voices of the people of Kyoto became louder and louder, drowning out the cries of the hawkers.

In the entire Daxiangguo Temple, the only things that can be heard are Songshan Academy and Imperial College.

Doctor Li hid in the crowd and muttered quietly, "Seeking fame and reputation. Can't you tell who is the protagonist today?"

Censor Jiang, who was walking beside him, changed out of his official robes and put on casual clothes. He walked steadily and said, "You and I are both experienced people, so take it easy."

Doctor Li pursed his lips and said, "Your eldest son is an excellent student, aren't you worried about him?"

"Cultivate oneself, govern the country, and bring peace to the world. If he doesn't even have this little bit of determination, even if he is the top scholar in the imperial examination, he will still fail miserably in the officialdom in the future."

Censor Jiang's eyes were deep. He knew that he was not a competent father. Because of his original intention, he could not protect his child, but would make his career more bumpy.

I only hope that he can be like the strong pine trees in the mountains or the huge rocks in the sea, fearless of wind and rain.

Doctor Li did not have such great ambitions. He only hoped that his boy could be content with a small fortune, live in peace and prosperity, and preferably wear an official uniform to protect his family.

Amidst the overwhelming cheers, the Emperor, Imperial Concubine Tong, Grand Tutor Tong, the Imperial College's Chief Academician, the wife of the Marquis of Yongchang and others took their seats one after another.

Today, Gu Nanxi's outfit was not as luxurious as that of a wealthy lady, but the white scholar's clothes and the handsome face made people dare not look directly at her for a moment.

Concubine Tong looked at Gu Nanxi several times without leaving a trace. She was obviously dressed in jewels and jade, and her complexion was not much different from Gu Nanxi's, but why did the two of them look so different when sitting together?

Concubine Tong frowned and pondered for a long time, until she saw Baichuan Academy appear, then she understood what the problem was.

There were no more people in Baichuan Academy than in Imperial College and Songshan Academy. There were only two or three kittens in the Academy.

They did not wear the same school uniform. Instead, some wore red, some wore green, some wore flowers in their hair, each with their own characteristics.

Especially the two girls walking among them, they had beautiful faces and relaxed postures, neither pretending to be generous nor being shy.

It seems that with such a big scene, other people's pointing and criticizing are just like a breeze in their ears and cannot stir up any waves in their hearts.

Concubine Tong felt inexplicably ashamed. No matter how beautifully she dressed up, she was just a flower beside the saint.

Gu Nanxi and the others were dressed in simple white clothes and were the protagonists of the scene.

Men do not look at her with the eyes of admiring a girl, but instead regard her as a real rival.

This may be the difference between the two.

Concubine Tong lowered her eyes and clenched her hands tightly in her wide sleeves.

"Look, that's Yongchang Marquis' wife Gu Nanxi!"

Mrs. Niu, the national defender, waved her bouquet of flowers excitedly and wanted to stand up and cheer loudly.

"This Baichuan Academy is too leisurely. Are they going to give up on themselves?"

"It makes sense. Songshan Academy and Imperial College both have talented people picked from hundreds of thousands. How can Baichuan Academy compare?"

"I heard that the students of the Imperial College have been training for many days in order to defeat Songshan Academy. It will be exciting to see the dragon and tiger fighting today."

"The Songshan Academy's presence is not bad either. I think the noise level is slightly higher than that of the Imperial College."

People who came to watch the fun were shoulder to shoulder. Some of them who were good at climbing climbed up to the treetops and looked into the distance.

After ten drum beats and three gong sounds, the Imperial College's chief priest stepped out and said loudly, "The Baichuan Academy examination has officially begun! This examination is divided into three parts, and you must pass all of them to win."

The chief academic officer of the Imperial College took out a silk scroll from a wooden tray and unfolded it in public.

On the snow-white paper, there was a line of majestic characters that could be seen through the back of the paper.

[Dyeing in seconds, painting, fighting against nature. Painting hands, chanting and writing, long songs, and elegant brushes. 】

There was an uproar at the scene.

"Are you trying to draw?"

"Baichuan Academy is finished now. Their biggest advantage is Master Cui's scriptures. Are they going to be eliminated in the first round?"

"I've said it before, this exam is not about Baichuan Academy. It's clearly about the fight between Songshan Academy and Imperial College."

The chief academician of the Imperial College pretended to show the scroll twice in different directions.

Then, with a hint of apology, he said to Gu Nanxi: "I'm sorry, Madam Yongchang. This question was asked anonymously by an official in the court. I picked it randomly and didn't mean to make it difficult for you."

Gu Nanxi smiled faintly: "A gentleman's six arts are music, chess, calligraphy and painting. This question is very well-posed and has a good structure!"

The chief academic officer of the Imperial College felt a sinking feeling in his heart. Gu Nanxi was so confident. Could it be that they were some extraordinary people?

The Imperial College Priest endured the situation and finally whispered, "We at the Imperial College sent Wu Jingsheng. May I ask, Madam Yongchang, who are you planning to send to fight?"

"Wu Jingsheng?! The Imperial College spent a huge amount of money to bring back Wu Jingsheng who was traveling around for study!"

"Is this Wu Jingsheng, nicknamed Wu Daozi?!"

"It's him! Three generations of his ancestors were all imperial painters! He could paint at the age of three, and his painting skills are as perfect as fire!"

"His grandfather loved him very much and brought him to his side to teach him. Even the late emperor praised his paintings when he saw them, saying they were full of spirit!"

Hearing the praises of Wu Jingshen from people around him, the Imperial College's chief academic officer raised his lips with pride.

At the beginning, in order to get this student into the Imperial College, he made many promises and made many exceptions for Wu Jingsheng.

Raise an army for a thousand days, use it for a while.

Now it is Wu Jingsheng's turn to contribute to the Imperial College!

Gu Nanxi stood still like a mountain, but he was completely confused inside.

Wu Jingsheng? Never heard of him.

I have only heard of Wu Cheng'en and Wu Daozi...

Seeing that Gu Nanxi was still calm, the Imperial College Priest couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Who will Baichuan Academy send to fight?"

Gu Nanxi was in a dilemma. How should she tell everyone that she herself didn't know the answer to this question?

"I'm going to fight!"

Wen Yu stepped out leisurely and calmly threw a stone into the lake.

The chief academician of the Imperial College glanced at her a few times and didn't take her seriously.

The people around had already expressed their opinions on behalf of the Imperial College's chief academic officer.

"Is there no one left in Baichuan Academy? They actually sent a young lady to fight?"

"Who is this young lady? Does any of you know her?"

"I don't know him. He's just a nobody."

"I've never heard of such a young painter!"

"Hehe, Mr. Wu, you have to be gentle and kind to us, and show some mercy! Don't let the young lady cry in public."

Wu Jingsheng was devoted to painting. He only raised his eyelids and advised Wen Yu: "I will do my best. If you don't dare, just admit defeat in advance. No one will laugh at you."