I took the imperial examination in the red building

Gusu.

Lin Huan was taking Jia Jun to look at his freshly bloomed green lilies.

Since changing the flowers, Lin Huan always had half an hour to look at the flower pots every day, and occasionally he would dig the soil and water the flowers himself.

Now he waters with his own special small watering jug—but it’s the size of a palm, and it’s a petal made of a gourd, which is shaped like a deer. .

"Is Aunt Lou still sick?"

Jia Jun sighed: "Isn't it just sick? I don't know what's wrong. The mansion over there has never replied."

Not only did they not reply, it has been more than a month since Lou came out with Jia Jun, and no one in Rongguo Mansion has asked a word, nor sent a letter to Jinling to ask how the situation is, it seems that they The two of them seemed to have forgotten.

It's no wonder that Lou's gas is ill.

Lin Huan was a little sympathetic: "It can be seen that the house is not good."

Jia Jun replied sullenly: "Stop talking, how is the new teacher Mrs. Feng mentioned last time?"

Lin Huan pulled out Jia Yucun from a corner, and said, "My father said he wanted to see it, but I don't care."

Wang Juren came to teach, but Lin Huan hated studying. After the Lin family dismissed him, Lin Fengqi raised his heart when he went to see Mr. again. This time, he said that he should carefully investigate Jia Yucun's background.

Speaking of which, Jia Yucun was just from an official family in Huzhou, and his background was not very deep. It has been passed down from generation to generation and has become increasingly poor. Now he is making a living by selling calligraphy.

Lin Fengqi was pinching a pair of words written by Jia Yucun.

The inscription on the paper is "The Swordsman" by Jieshi Shanren.

Lin Fengqi rubbed his hands on the paper "Ten years of sharpening a sword, never tried the frost blade" and was lost in thought.

Lin Huan had already run into the study from the flower room: "Father, why are you bored in the study all day? The flowers in the back are blooming, and you haven't even looked at them."

He climbed onto Lin Fengqi's lap deftly and nimbly, stretched his neck to look at the paper: "Is this a new word written by Dad?"

Lin Fengqi shook his head: "This is written for the one who is going to tell you the teacher."

Lin Huan let out a groan, and looked down. He had already recognized some characters, and read the poem slowly: "Ten years of sharpening a sword, but I have never tried the frost blade. If I show you to the king today, who will be wronged?" ?”

[Preoccupied: Ah, Jia Yucun's words?Is it okay to write?Flamboyant. 】

[The Bragging King: Hmm... How should I put it, it fits the image of Jia Yucun in my mind. At first glance, he looks like a very ambitious person. 】

[Research on ancient literature: Ten years of sharpening a sword, isn't it ten years of cold windows? The desire to win the exam is obvious, but there is nothing wrong with it. Who would want to be famous in ancient times? I am quite concerned about the second half sentence. 】

[Speechless: Haha, whoever has an injustice, tell Jia Yucun, he will kill you right away, right? 】

[Research on ancient literature: Hey, didn't you say it before, Jia Yucun in the early stage was actually okay, but it gradually deteriorated after being eroded by the officialdom. 】

Speaking of which, Jia Yucun's life was really dramatic. He was originally dismissed because he offended his boss, but later became the magistrate of Jinling because of the recommendation of Jia's family. He began to taste the taste of power, and then gradually Believed in the so-called "official talisman".

This is probably the person who finally became the person I hate!

Lin Huan listened with relish as the little monsters picked up Jia Yucun's life experience.

Until Lin Fengqi weighed him: "Huanbao, how is this gentleman?"

Lin Huan thought for a while about what the study of ancient literature said: Anyway, Jia Yucun has nothing to do with him in the future, so he might as well be a prostitute teacher for nothing, and he is still a learned and talented teacher.

So he nodded indifferently.

Lin Fengqi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I was just asking you, but you still nodded seriously, but I have someone check this gentleman carefully, there should be nothing wrong with him, it's a pity that he has to catch up for the exam in a while, and he can teach you not much time."

Lin Huan put his arms around his waist: "Father treats me the best! Thank you for helping me find a husband!"

Lin Fengqi patted his head: "Huanbao studies hard, if the husband is not good, come and tell dad, don't hold back, you know?"

Lin Huan nodded heavily.

[Sweetheart: Appraisal, it's my real father. 】

[I don't agree with each other: I hope my father can respect me so much, don't step on your feet so hard in the middle of the night and then pass by my room to go to the toilet: (]

The father and son talked for a while, and Jia Zhu poked his head outside the door: "Huanbao, are you okay?"

When he saw Lin Fengqi was there, he jumped in, "Hello, Uncle Lin!"

Lin Feng nodded: "Where is this going?"

Lin Huan shook his hand: "Brother Jun asked me to go out to play! Dad, don't you still want to investigate the case! I'm leaving first?"

"You brat, let's go."

Lin Huan and Jia Jun went to ask the following servants to go outside: "Where did you get that yellow croaker you mentioned?"

Jia Jun squeezed into the carriage and directed the driver: "Go to Tianxiang Tower!"

"The yellow croaker in Tianxianglou is delicious! You must try it." Jia Zhu smiled, "My mother took me there last time and didn't allow me to eat more, so I just took a bite. Thinking about it now !"

Lin Huan scratched his head: "You just want to eat."

Just like those little monsters in his cube.

When he was eating, the little goblins watched him eat, and they often chattered. Now he can read the words, and he can read a little bit of what they are talking about without a voice translator. Anyway, the most common word is delicious.

What looks delicious, looks really want to eat and so on.

He thought so, and said so in his heart.

Unexpectedly, all the little monsters exploded.

[Cabbage Tofu Brain: Hmph! !If it wasn't for you not to share the five senses, would we be so greedy? ! 】

[Fat Cow Flammulina velutipes: Woohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows 】

[One sentence per day: Well, if you change your mind, maybe Huanbao doesn't know where to start. 】

Lin Huan was stunned for a moment, feeling a little guilty: "Woo...I seem to... really don't know where to drive!"

He has never learned how to operate this cube!

By now, I have learned how to exchange balances, okay?

Little monsters: ...Sorry, we overestimated the three-year-old cubs.

They began to teach Lin Huan to share the five senses in a hurry.

Only then did Lin Huan remember to take a closer look at the cube.

About taking care of him as a child, the layout of the blocks is not complicated.

The square is square, and on the left is the same person as him, sitting in the same position. There is an audience column in the upper left corner, and there are many people he is familiar with at the bottom, such as his sweetheart, ancient literature teacher, etc., and there is another one he looks at. I don't know what contribution list.

The little monsters said that this was the money they could exchange for the gifts they gave him, and Lin Huan automatically replaced it with his small warehouse.

On the right are those characters that he recognized half of them mixed with more than half that he didn't know. Lin Huan had to pause before he could read it out completely. The little monsters said that this was the speech column, and they were all talking to themselves.

Lin Huan looked up and looked directly above the square: Huanbao's live broadcast room.

What is a live broadcast?He stared wide-eyed, isn't it Cube and the little monster?

When he asked, the people in the live broadcast room knew that he had always regarded them as little monsters.

[Sweetheart: ... Huanbao, feudal superstition is a big deal!How can there be monsters in this world? ! 】

[A word disagreement: I feel complicated, it turns out that Huanbao has always regarded us as different races. 】

[Cabbage Tofu Nao: Although, the name little monster is cute, and I want a special title. 】

[Huan Bao held high: The strange knowledge has increased. jpg, but Huan Bao really has too much brains to think of little monsters. Is this the whimsy of a child? 】

Lin Huan: The story my mother told misled me!

He coughed lightly, and adjusted his sitting posture: "Okay, okay, so you are also human? At the beginning, I was shocked. I said, why are you not afraid of the Bodhisattvas in the temple?"

In fact, he secretly worried whether the Bodhisattva in the temple would take them away, these little monsters.

Although sometimes they quarrel a little, but they are also his good friends?Well... except for those bad little monsters!If they were really taken away, Lin Huan would definitely be unhappy!

Now it's good to know that they are human!There is no need to worry about it in the future.

The audience in the live broadcast room burst into laughter.

[Sweetheart: No wonder Huanbao has never been to the main hall of the temple since he came back from the Calabash Temple. Last time he went back to Hanshan Temple, he wandered around the area. When he saw the great monk, he quietly hid away. I thought it was strange at the time. , It turned out that we were afraid that people would take us away. 】

[Ah: Yes, I also remembered, before he entered the main hall of the Calabash Temple!Huanbao is so good! 】

Lin Huan: It's not that I don't have one, I just don't want to go in and play.

However, looking at the "little monsters" in the live broadcast room, he sighed, forget it, let this beautiful misunderstanding continue.

Jia Jun glanced at Lin Huan several times, then pushed him: "Why do you always sigh?"

Lin Huan smiled: "No, it's okay, I feel uncomfortable thinking about studying in the future."

Jia Zhu said: "I just hope that I won't meet Mr. Wang Juren again! Otherwise, I will scold each other!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Juren's voice sounded outside: "You are slandering me!"

Lin Huan and Jia Jun looked at each other, and secretly lifted the curtain of the carriage window.

They were almost at Tianxiang Tower. They had just turned the corner and were still a short distance away from the carriage. As soon as they opened the curtain, they saw Wang Juren beside him in a panic.

He was still wearing the newly made clothes, and the ink spots on the clothes had been washed clean.

His face was flushed, almost to the point of bruising.

Opposite him, there were also several people dressed as scholars.

Wang Juren stood by himself, while the other three scholars faced him, and for some reason they quarreled.

There is still a person in the middle trying to persuade the fight: "It's an insult to the gentlemen in the public, it's an insult to the gentleness!"

Jia Zhu laughed out loud.