"Oh, I got it."

Shen Yichen showed no interest in Zhao Hongjie's painting of cakes.

The reason is very simple, that is, the era we live in now is the Ming Dynasty, not the Qin, Han and early Sui and Tang Dynasties. Therefore, the imperial examination system is used to select talents, rather than the filial piety and integrity and the nine-grade Zhongzheng system.

There is a point in becoming famous for your poems. Even if your poems are as good as those of Du Fu and Liu Yong, if you want to enter the center of power, you still have to obtain fame.

I am currently a schoolboy, and I have not even gained the most basic reputation as a scholar. If I am thinking about how to become famous all over the world, I might as well concentrate on passing the county examination next year, otherwise the more famous I become, the more people will take advantage of me. laugh at.

"Hey...it's really rotten wood that cannot be carved!"

Zhao Hongjie felt very sad about Shen Yichen's attitude. If he had such a level, why shouldn't he publicize it well and make it known to everyone?

After all, if you don't show off as a person, what's the difference between you and a salted fish?

"If I were Kuchiki, then you kid... forget it..."

Originally, Shen Yichen wanted to find an adjective, but thinking about how exhausted this kid was, it was beyond description. He could only reach out and grab Zhao Hongjie's neck and pull him toward the corner door. If he continued to talk nonsense, he might be in trouble again. Gotta be late.

Arriving at the outer courtyard home school was a little different from before. The lecture hall was originally noisy before the morning class started. When Shen Yichen appeared at the door, it instantly became silent and everyone focused on him.

Do you think of me as your sir?

Seeing this scene suddenly, Shen Yichen was really confused. After being stunned for two seconds, he pulled Zhao Hongjie and quickly returned to his seat.

"Shen Yichen is here. I thought he would go to the private school in the inner courtyard."

"Yes, he is now so famous in Yingtian Mansion that the Duke of Guo left him alone to lecture him yesterday."

"Then why are you still here? Could it be that you still don't want the Duke to see you?"

"I don't know, but I have been invited to participate in the Winter Solstice Poetry Festival. I will definitely join the family tree in the future."

There were various discussions among the students around him. Maybe they were used to making fun of her loudly in the past, but this time they still did not avoid Shen Yichen, and they were all heard.

After hearing this, Shen Yichen understood why the scene was so weird when he came in. It turned out that these guys knew what happened at yesterday's family dinner and thought that they would enter the family tree and skyrocket from there.

Shen Yichen could hear it, and Zhao Hongjie could naturally hear it. He seemed to have remembered something, and he came over and asked softly: "By the way, what did the father-in-law tell you yesterday?"

"No, are you so well-informed? Why do you all act like you're at the scene in person?"

Shen Yichen was really speechless. It didn't matter if he knew "Linjiang Immortal". After all, as soon as this poem came out, it was definitely spread quickly. But in the end, he was left to talk to Duke Cheng. These people all knew that the Ming Dynasty When did communications become so developed?

"The family banquet of Duke Cheng Guo was attended by many honorable ministers, and almost the entire city of Nanjing knew about it. Is there anything strange about it?"

Now it was Zhao Hongjie's turn to be puzzled. Every move of Duke Cheng Guo was watched by others. Not to mention that at this family banquet, almost all the ministers, ministers and ministers were present, as well as students from the inner courtyard. It’s hard not to know!

"That seems to be the case."

Shen Yichen instantly understood that he was a small character, while Duke Zhu Yong was a "light bulb", and his every move would be watched by countless people.

In addition, the group of inner-college students yesterday were basically from the Nanjing literati circle, so it is not surprising that the news spread. It is because I have not adapted to the influence of the upper class society.

"Tell me quickly, has your father-in-law mentioned anything about being included in the genealogy?"

"No, just a few words of encouragement."

Shen Yichen didn't want to talk too much about her conversations with Zhu Yong, and there were so many grudges and grudges behind these conversations that it was impossible to explain clearly.

"That's it, it shouldn't be."

Zhao Hongjie found it incomprehensible. Logically speaking, Shen Yichen had now made a name for himself in the literati circle, and being included in the genealogy would not be regarded as an insult to the Duke Chengguo family.

"It doesn't really matter whether you join the genealogy or not."

As for Zhao Hongjie being more persistent than himself, Shen Yichen could only reply with a smile.

"That's not what you said before."

"You said it was before."

While the two were bickering, Li Tingxiu walked up to the podium with a book in hand, and the entire lecture hall fell silent again.

"The day's plan begins in the morning. If you have time for chit-chat, it's better to focus on reviewing your homework."

It was obvious that Li Tingxiu heard the gossip among the schoolchildren, so he gave a few words of warning.

"Students please follow your teacher's teachings."

All the schoolchildren immediately stood up and said yes.

"Today's morning learning content is to recite and write down the full text of "The Doctrine of the Mean". Those who fail will be punished by copying it three times and having their palms slapped ten feet."

"ah……"

"It's over."

"No, sir!"

As soon as Li Tingxiu said these words, the entire lecture hall could be described as "wailing all over the place".

Some time ago, when I wrote "The Great Learning" from memory, very few students could pass it. Just a few days later, I had to write "The Doctrine of the Mean" from memory, which was even more difficult. It was simply impossible to survive.

Among schoolchildren, Shen Yichen is probably the only one who can still be leisurely and contented.

I saw a relaxed smile on his face, and he secretly asked me to write a poem or something, which might be a bit difficult. Isn't it a performance stage that comes to my door to memorize and write silently?

But as the saying goes, a person should not be too arrogant. Li Tingxiu's next sentence made Shen Yichen experience what it means to be extremely happy and beget sadness.

"In addition, Shen Yichen wrote an eight-legged article with the title of 'Which heals between women and Huiye'. If you don't write well, you will slap the palm of your hand twenty feet."

What?

When he heard this sentence, Shen Yichen was immediately confused. He wanted to write an eight-legged essay now. Isn't this a joke?

Shen Yichen's original plan was to study eight-part essays in the next half year and test the results in the county exam next year. Unexpectedly, Li Tingxiu did not follow the routine and had to write his own article today. He was really caught off guard.

If you are writing poetry or something, you can just grit your teeth and write a limerick. No matter how bad you are, you can always write it out as a copywriter. I don’t even know where to copy these eight-part essays!

And more importantly, even if I have to write one more article for no reason, why do I have to hit my palms ten more times?

Soon this blind spot was also discovered by Li Da in the back seat. He thought that Shen Yichen would receive ten more spanks than him, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud in his heart.

Shen Yichen was feeling unhappy at first, and he heard Li Daxin's schadenfreude laughter coming from behind him, so the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He felt that he couldn't bear it! If you make your kid laugh happily, the worst he can do is die together.

So he stood up and said to Li Tingxiu: "Sir, I am not worried about the scarcity but the inequality. I am willing to share twenty feet with Li Da!"

Hearing Shen Yichen's words, Li Da felt a little confused for a moment. Is this the way to worry about inequality instead of scarcity?

"What you said makes sense. If Li Daru couldn't write down "The Doctrine of the Mean" silently, he could still hit it twenty feet from the palm of his hand."

What does it mean to feel like falling into an ice cave? Li Da's current mental state is that he never expected that Shen Yichen would make such a show for him.
Chapter completed!