Take the imperial examinations with the red envelopes of the writers

"Okay, freshmen, be quiet. The entrance ceremony is about to begin." A young-looking teacher in a long-sleeved robe walked over.

This master looks to be no more than 30 years old, with a fair face and a pair of long and narrow eyes with upturned tails.The strange thing is that his facial features are very good alone, but when they are combined together, the whole face looks unremarkable, and people forget his appearance in a second after seeing it.

His voice is also particularly penetrating, not the thick and powerful voice of the burly government servants when the rankings are released in the college examination, but the light and ethereal voice is inexplicably powerful.

The young master sized up the freshmen, paused for a while on Su Yan and his party, and then turned to look at the rest of the freshmen.

Seeing that the freshmen were all quiet, he said lazily, "I'm Chi Simiao. The head of the mountain asked me to be in charge of this year's freshmen."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a little turmoil in the new life.

"This is Chi Simiao, a well-known talent in Huxiang Mansion!" Fan Kangcheng whispered to Su Yan and others about science: "Mr. An He once praised that it is rare to find a Chi Simiao in ten years. He is Tianle's 22-year-old Tanhualang! After entering the Imperial Academy, I don’t know why, so I resigned from office and traveled all over the world, and was invited by Mr. An He to come to Yunshan Academy as a teacher.”

This is Tanhualang from 20 years ago!

The local students in Huxiang Mansion were familiar with Chi Simiao's reputation, so they actively popularized science to others. Su Yan felt that everyone's eyes became more eager in an instant.

Also, after all, this is not just Jinshi!Still a Jinshi!

A master who was born as a Jinshi came to teach him to read. The treatment is comparable to that of a prince. No wonder everyone is so excited.

Chi Simiao was not in a hurry, he let them look at him openly, and he was used to the fiery eyes of the new students.

He waited for the freshmen to calm down before he spoke slowly: "You will call me Mrs. Chi from now on. Every time you see me, remember to salute and say hello. This is the rule."

Everyone nodded obediently.

Chi Simiao looked up at the entrance of the Confucian Temple, and saw that the head of the mountain had arrived, and continued: "The entrance ceremony will begin soon, and after the entrance ceremony, you have to be obedient and don't make noise, just follow the instructions. "

"I don't want any idiots with grass growing on their heads in this freshman class." He added quietly.

Chi Simiao's fluttering voice obviously didn't change much, but it made people feel a kind of deterrence.

After finishing speaking, he walked to the side of the tree and leaned leisurely on the trunk, not caring about them anymore.

This Mr. Chi looks very unusual.

It was quite different from the majestic and rigid master Su Yan had imagined before.

The freshmen stood together, quietly waiting for the entrance ceremony to begin.

Su Yan looked around and felt that all the students of Yunshan Academy had arrived.

There are about 200 people in Yunshan Academy, including young people who look younger than him, and middle-aged people with beards.However, in this era of frequent geniuses, most people have a youthful face.

Su Yan saw Lu Xianzhi at a glance.

Although everyone was wearing the same standard robes, Lu Xianzhi stood out from the crowd and attracted people's attention.

Hey, subdue temptation.

Su Yan quietly looked at Lu Xianzhi, who was wearing a black scarf and a white round-neck long-sleeved gown. The elegant clothes on him made him look like an orchid and a jade tree. It made people feel like a jade Mian Shusheng.

"Xianzhi will be on stage, right?" Song Ziyi also saw the head of the mountain, and turned his head to Lu Xianzhi with a gentle smile, looking relieved.When the school started a few years ago, the head of the mountain seemed to want Lu Xianzhi to give a speech at the entrance ceremony, but Lu Xianzhi was no longer interested in rejecting it, and this time he finally agreed, he still grew up.

"En." Lu Xianzhi hummed lightly.

"Why did you suddenly agree this time? Didn't you say that you have no interest before? On a whim?" Su Yu raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, with a pair of peach blossom eyes full of interest. Speech. I don’t know whose credit it is?”

Lu Xianzhi and Su Yu looked at each other, without saying a word, they looked away as if nothing had happened, and looked at the head of the mountain who was standing on the steps of the Lingxing Gate.

At this time, Mr. Shan Changan and Mr. Shan had already stood still on the steps of the Lingxing Gate. He looked at the neatly packed students in the square, and stroked his beard with satisfaction.

Mr. An He cleared his throat to remind everyone to pay attention.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Mr. An He said loudly: "All stand up and welcome the sages." After speaking, he turned and looked at the statue of Confucius behind the Lingxing Gate.

The students also straightened their backs quietly.

Mr. An He gestured to the side again, and immediately the bells and drums in front of the Confucius Temple rang together.

At this time, Su Yan noticed that there were some students wearing courtyard robes beside Lingxing Gate, and there were various musical instruments in front of them.

Su Yan took a closer look and took a deep breath.

There are magnificent and magnificent chime bells; there are stone chimes hanging high on wooden frames; there are simple and elegant zithers and ses; There are Sheng buckets with painted patterns around them; there are also big drums with Mongolian leather on both sides.

He counted them carefully, no, "gold, stone, silk, wood, earth, leather, gourd, bamboo", the eight sounds of ritual and music are all complete.

Judging by their attire, the one who played the music was a student of Yunshan Academy.

This is the Chinese Orchestra of Yunshan Academy!Su Yan thought to himself.

The eight tones sing together, sonorous and simple.

It is tactful to listen to, and the ancient rhyme is long.

The treble is high-pitched, shaking the sky and the earth, and the bass is thick and powerful.

The voice seemed to have come across thousands of years, and it knocked heavily on the hearts of the people present with a dignified and heavy gesture.

All the hustle and bustle seems to have gone away, only the melodious sound of nature is left.

It was the first time for Su Yan to hear such a complete performance of rites and music, and his heart was shocked.

Only then did he understand what it means to "the lingering sound lingers on for three days." and what it means to "this song should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world."

I have to be shocked by the chorus of eight notes, and I feel that Yunshan Academy is full of talents.

Amidst the sound of rites and music, Mr. An He came to the statue of Confucius, offering incense for the first time, then offering incense, and offering incense three times, followed by silk offerings, noble offerings, and food offerings.

The melodious music also ended slowly as he completed his movements.

"Everyone bows three times!" Mr. An He said loudly, and after he finished speaking, he took the lead and bowed towards the statue of Confucius.

The students followed closely behind him.

The students in the square bowed together, looking like a huge white wave from a distance.

Li Bi.

Only then did Mr. An He turn around and return to the steps of the Lingxing Gate.

He looked at the freshmen and old students, smiled and said: "In the golden autumn and September, the sweet osmanthus is fragrant. All the students, dressed in Mu Mu. The grand ceremony of the academy..."

Mr. An He made a speech, his words were earnest and thoughtful, and his writing was brilliant.

After he finished his speech, Su Yan thought that the ceremony was coming to an end, but he didn't expect to see Mr. An He waving to the audience, and Lu Xianzhi walked up the steps of Lingxing Gate slowly and calmly.

The male god wants to speak on stage? !

That's right, after the principal's speech, it's usually representatives of outstanding students who speak.

Su Yan looked at Lu Xianzhi's beautiful and calm appearance, and felt a sense of pride.

He was very happy in his heart, as expected of the man he admired, he was so outstanding!

Lu Xianzhi opened his lips slightly, and a cold and clear voice came.

Even Su Yan has listened to him many times, and every time he hears this voice, his heart still moves.

Hey, this is the man who perfectly meets his aesthetic points in every aspect.

Fortunately, there are straight men all around. If there is a little girl or Xiaoling here, then the groundhog must have screamed in his heart, Su Yan thought to himself.

"...I would like to share my encouragement with you all." Lu Xianzhi finished the last sentence without haste, and seemed to casually look at where Su Yan was standing.

Because of his young age, Su Yan's stature is not conspicuous among the older classmates, but his skin is very fair and glowing white. Under the sunny sunshine, his porcelain-white face shines brightly. Bright, beautiful and eye-catching.

Lu Xianzhi averted his eyes lightly and walked off the stage.

Mr. An He then announced that all students can go to class according to the previous arrangement.

The crowd in the square began to move and spread out in all directions.

If you look down from the top, it looks like a handful of chocolate beans are sprinkled from the air, falling to the ground and spreading around.

The freshmen stood still, waiting for Chi Simiao's order.

However, Chi Simiao was not in a hurry to come and take away the group of freshmen who were about to move, but continued to lean against the tree trunk.

Chi Simiao walked over slowly until the rest of the students in the square dispersed, leaving them, the freshmen, standing obediently.

"Okay, let me write the inscription." Chi Simiao turned around with big strides, his wide sleeves fluttering.

inscription?What word?

Su Yan and the others walked in the first row. He looked at everyone's expressions, and they all looked blank.

Freshmen still have to write inscriptions?Why didn't I hear the second brother and the others talk about it? !

The freshmen followed Chi Simiao at the same pace.

While walking on the road, Chi Simiao saw a boy in the uniform of an academy servant, and stopped him, and ordered something softly, the boy's face was slightly surprised.

Su Yan became even more curious about this.

A group of them walked through the academy in a mighty manner and came to a courtyard wall.

Su Yan estimated the location, it seemed to be the outer wall of Yunshan Academy.

The walls of this courtyard are covered in white flowers, and there is no word on them.

At this time, the little boy I met on the road also rushed over with his things, and he took out the pen, ink and inkstone and rubbed the ink aside.

"Who will come first?" Chi Simiao tapped on the courtyard wall, looking at these well-behaved little freshmen.

Is this an inscription on the wall?

Su Yan opened his eyes wide, and his beautiful almond eyes were full of surprise.He originally thought that this inscription was a tradition for freshmen to enter Yunshan Academy, but now it seems that it is not...

Could it be that Chi Fuzi did it on a whim?

Looking at the empty wall, someone asked: "Master, where is the inscription of the former student?"

Chi Simiao folded his arms lazily, and said, "No. I asked you to come here to inscribe on a whim."

He raised his eyelids and glanced at the person who made the sound: "What? Don't you dare?"

"I dare!" The man didn't answer, Xie Linfeng rushed to the wall, eager to try.

"Give him the pen and let him write." Chi Simiao said to the little boy grinding ink, and then motioned Xie Linfeng to come forward to inscribe. He chuckled: "You can write whatever you want."

The author has something to say: Wuwu, I can't grow tall anymore, please don't dislike me who is short and short!Comparing my heart!

Worshiping Confucius Temple refers to the process of offering sacrifices to Confucius.

"The lingering sound lingers on for three days." From "Liezi · Tang Wen"

"This song should only exist in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world." From Du Fu's "Gift to Huaqing"

"In the golden autumn and September, sweet osmanthus is fragrant. Many students, dressed in ceremonies. Academy grand ceremony..." from "Yuelu Academy Gengzi Memorial Ceremony Congratulations"