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No wonder Mr. Fu asked him to come to the capital to study. Just from this luxurious bookstore, it can be seen that the knowledge and experience of the students in the capital are not on the same starting line as Jingzhou Prefecture.

Not to mention the various poetry fairs and garden party posts that Tang Yi still saw on the bulletin board of this bookstore.

A book shop is so shocking, but what about the Imperial College, the ideal holy place for thousands of scholars?

Tang Yi feels that the future study life is full of challenges, and even more full of expectations.

"It's getting late, let's find a place to stay first, and come back after we settle down." Even though he really wanted to take a stroll here, Tang Yi knew that it was better to find a place to stay first, and he always sought stability.

"Okay, when we settle down, let's go shopping at night?" Wen Yan also wanted to read a book here, but there is no Fubao Bank in Beijing, so it is really inconvenient for them to carry bank notes, so we should find someone first It is better for banks to save their money.

Naturally, Tang Dahu also had no objection. Although he lamented the prosperity of the capital, he still wanted to go back to Jingzhou to take care of his fast food restaurant.

The three of them turned around and left, and suddenly there was a soft mocking sound from the side: "Brother Zhen, look, where did you come from? I'm afraid you've never seen such a big book shop and you're scared?"

Another scholar echoed: "That's right, look at that dress, I don't know how many times it has been washed, it is still the old style two years ago, it should be from the countryside."

Tang Yi stopped in his tracks and looked around, only to see two white-shirted scholars covering their faces with books, looking at them contemptuously.

Wen Yan said in a low voice, "Sister, leave them alone, we have important matters."

Tang Yi nodded, fighting against others has always been the thing he disdained to do the most. To convince these arrogant people, he only needs to crush them with strength.

But today Tang Yi suddenly became playful, squeezed Wen Yan's little hand and said, "Ah Yan, can my husband recite a poem for you?"

Wen Yan looked at his suppressed smile, blinked his eyes, and said cooperatively, "Okay."

So Tang Yi cleared his throat, neither humble nor overbearing, and recited clearly: "Hundreds of refinements, a thousand hammers and a needle, one upside down and one upside down. The eyes are on the buttocks, and you only recognize the clothes but not the people."

Everyone: "..."

Wen Yan burst out laughing.

The scholar surnamed Zhen's face turned green, and he was furious: "Where did this bumpkin come from? What kind of poem is this? It's insulting to gentlemen, insulting to gentlemen!"

Tang Yicai ignored him, laughed, and walked away with Wen Yan.

There were all sorts of voices in the bookstore, some were laughing, some were contemptuous. On the third floor, a little old man with white beard lay on the railing and listened to this poem. He laughed till he crowed. The servants beside him hurriedly brought tea to moisten his throat. .

After a while, Tang Yi was in a great mood. While humming a song, he found a bank to save money, and then picked an inn to stay temporarily. Tang Dahu had no intention of staying here, so he found a merchant on Zhishun Road under the introduction of the innkeeper. The caravan will return to Jingzhou with the caravan the next day.

After making these arrangements, it was time for dinner. The three of them simply ate some special dishes, and unexpectedly found that the food in Jingdu was not much more expensive than that in Jingzhou, so the income of Jingzhou fast food restaurants should be able to support Tang Yi and his wife's life in the capital.

Tang Yi planned to report to the Imperial College the next day. They had nothing to do this night, and the couple went shopping hand in hand.

The central circle of Kyoto is known as the city that never sleeps. As the name suggests, it sings and dances all night long, and it looks like a prosperous age of singing and dancing.

There are many interesting things on the street, and Tang Yi and Wen Yan don't feel tired after walking for a long time. At this time, when the lights are on, the most lively places are various restaurants, music workshops and brothels.

Tang Yi and Wen Yan were used to catering, so they subconsciously checked to see if there were any fast food restaurants in the capital, but they found that there were none, so they decided to open a restaurant.

"When the affairs of the Guozijian are done, let's buy some servants." Tang Yi suggested.

"Okay!" Wen Yan said while eating the white sugar cake in his hand, "We'll wait until we've settled on a house, and I don't know if there is such a good dental practice here."

"Yeah, we are newcomers, we have no one to rely on, we can only rely on ourselves."

"Didn't we always rely on ourselves?" The white sugar cake was soft and sweet, Wen Yan's eyes were narrowed, and there was a little bit of sugar residue on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't know it.

Tang Yi gently wiped off the sugar residue for him, and said with a smile: "That's right, we have always relied on ourselves, and it is much better now than when I first came here. At that time, the family was really poor and white, and I was working as a coolie. I only spent ten dollars a day. It’s a few hundred or twenty pennies, and I have to worry all day long about what will happen, but now that we have a small fortune and I still have a reputation, it’s much easier than it was then.”

Wen Yan recalled the first time he saw silver, and thought about his inner heart of living with a hundred taels of silver in his hands without any disturbance, and he was deeply convinced.

After eating the white sugar cake, another bowl of almond buttermilk was stuffed into his hand. Wen Yan didn't even notice when Tang Yi bought it, so he happily held it up and ate it, and asked while eating, "Where is Mr. Get it?"

Tang Yi thought for a while, and said: "First go to the Imperial College to register for school, and then we will buy a house. We will settle down first, and then we will consider opening a store."

Wen Yan said: "Just now I heard from the waiter in the shop that the Guozijian is no better than our school. The real estate and land prices there are very expensive. How many scholars bought a house there just to enjoy the smell of books. We can't. We need to save money. .”

"That's natural," Tang Yi said with a smile: "It's not easy for Husband to make money, so I don't dare to prodigal, but we are afraid that we will live in the capital for many years, so we must buy a house that is very satisfactory."

"Is Xianggong very sure of staying in the capital?"

"I must stay. This is part of realizing our ideal. I will study hard and take the exam. If it still doesn't work, I will stay here even if I need to ask King Yan for help. Only by laying a good foundation here can we take the next step." Step by step to complete the plan.”

"But what exactly is your plan?" Wen Yan blinked and said dissatisfiedly, "You even kept it from me."

Tang Yi laughed loudly and said, "Don't dare, it's just a preliminary idea. If you know it, you can't tell others."

After finishing speaking, he leaned over and whispered a few words in Wen Yan's ear, Wen Yan's eyes were straightened, and he exclaimed softly, "Can it still be like this?"

"That's it", Tang Yi saw Wen Yan's surprised look for fun, and couldn't help but use the night to cover it up, and lightly bit the young man's crystal-like jade earlobe: "It's like this everywhere we are."

Wen Yan ran away in embarrassment, covered his ears, blushed like a red lantern, and blamed: "This is still on the street!"

Tang Yi caught up and hugged his slender waist: "OK, OK, go back and continue."

Wen Yan: "..."

The two romped all over the street, and finally ran back to the inn for some reason, and made a fuss on the bed again.

The next morning, Tang Yi put on new clothes, tied up his hair, kissed Wen Yan who was blinking his big eyes and stared at him under the quilt, and said, "I'll go first, remember to come down for breakfast."

Wen Yan nodded perfunctorily, then got under the quilt again, the soft quilt covered the red love marks on her shoulders, and fell asleep again.

Tang Yi smiled, closed the door for him lightly, and told Xiao Er not to disturb him, and then ate some porridge and side dishes, asked about the general location of the Imperial College, and hurried on the road.Tang Dahu left at the same time with him. He set off early with the caravan, and Tang Yi taught him to report his safety immediately when he returned to Jingzhou.

After walking for more than half an hour, I finally saw the gate of Guozijian. This highest school in the country has blue tiles and white walls, and is lined with green trees. You can feel the solemnity and solemnity inside, and the style of study is strong just by looking at it from a distance.

Outside the Imperial College, scholars gathered in twos and threes. Many of them showed their poems and paintings to everyone, hoping to gain the favor of a passing master and accept them as disciples.

Tang Yi looked around and found that some of those students were indeed capable. Tang Yi thought to himself, if it weren't for Mr. Fu's handwriting, it would not be easy for him to enter the gate of the highest school based on his status as Jieyuan.

Tang Yi stopped looking around, and walked straight to the gate. It happened that two people were standing in front of him, taking their own articles and reading. Tang Yi saw that it wasn't Brother Zhen with eyes on his buttocks and him. friends? !

It's really a life where we don't meet.

The student surnamed Zhen also saw Tang Yi, gave him a blank look, and said contemptuously: "The bumpkin also wants to enter the temple of the school? It's ridiculous, sad, and sad." After speaking, he made a sad look.

Tang Yi clicked his tongue, ignored him, walked steadily to the door, and said to the guard guarding the door: "Please pass on the wine to Cheng, saying that there are old friends and students visiting."

The guard glanced at him lightly, without any fluctuation in his tone: "There are countless old friends and students who come to Mr. Cheng every day. This trick is useless. Go back."

Tang Yi didn't rush, and smiled slightly: "In Xia Tangyi, the Jingzhou government will solve the Yuan this year, and the master is indeed Cheng Jijiu's friend, please pass it on."

The guard heard that he was Xie Yuan and looked at the ID card. His attitude improved a lot and he sincerely persuaded him: "Tang Jieyuan, there are countless students who come to the Imperial College every year. If you really want to enroll, you need to pass the entrance examination instead of pretending to be an adult." The old man learned this routine."

"take an exam?"

"Yes, look, there are exam questions for this month on the wall over there."

"This month? Does the topic change every month?"

"Cut, don't you know anything?" A student surnamed Zhen walked over with his hands in his hands, and said, "The exam questions of the Imperial College are changed every month to prevent someone from copying the questions and going back to ask others for help. The questions are extremely difficult, and few people in the world can answer them." Come out, I think it's better not to bother you."

Tang Yi asked: "So how long has Brother Zhen been here? Didn't you answer a single question?"

The student surnamed Zhen who was poked in the sore spot: "..."

"You can go and read the questions. If you can answer them, I will crawl home backwards!" The student surnamed Zhen was aggressive.

Tang Yi didn't answer, and walked to the wall in a stroll, and was speechless for a while when he saw the test questions on it clearly.

Never expected that the long-lost exam questions would be seen here.

There are three questions in total.

The first way: how to make the candle flame upside down?

The second question: A certain scholar was knocked unconscious by bandits on the way to the exam. When he woke up, the sky was full of stars and he was in a strange mountain. How should the scholar judge the direction?

The third way: Hello

Tang Yi: "..."

How can he even speak English?

Who is the author of the question, isn't it too skinny?

What kind of scholar was knocked out?

......

Seeing Tang Yi's speechless expression, the scholar Zhen surnamed thought he was stumped, and pouted triumphantly: "There is free pen and paper over there, how about it, you can write it yourself!"

Tang Yi nodded indifferently: "Okay."

Scholar surnamed Zhen: "???" Really?

The author has something to say: the title of the poem "Song of Needles" is Qing, Wen Yingjiang.

Why do literati look down on each other~~~~

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