"Oh, I, Gao Yue, will one day be in Chang'an City, unobstructed!"

The firewood made a constant sound, and green flames burned out in a ditch: a steamy wooden barrel was erected on it, and some bricks and stones were circled below. At night, on the vast and deserted fields outside the Taixue Pavilion, Gao Yue lay among the wooden barrels and bath soup, rubbing his already smelly body, looking up at the ancient night sky...

Before the fourth day, Gao Yue woke up quietly from his dream, sat by the couch, wrapped his hair that had already grown up, put on his green collar, put on his six-heel boots, tied his belt, and began to clean up the reference equipment.

The thick blanket sent by Cai Fonu is very practical. It can be spread out and sat and lie down, or used as a backpack.

Xiao Yuezhou Song Zun gave some basic tableware, hand stove, four candles and some charcoal. Gao Yue carefully wrapped them in a blanket, rolled them up, and put them on the back with his hands with a buckle.

In addition, there are meals sent by Wang Tuantuan and Song Shuangwen. Shuangwen also cooks delicious mahu cakes and jerky meat, while Wang Tuantuan cuts winter bamboo shoots and diced spinach and mixes them into Polygonatum rice. It is said that this Polygonatum is also called immortal food and life-saving grass. After eating it, it can make people revitalize.

After packing up, Gao Yue walked out of the room with a food box and a blanket on his back, closed the door, and quietly stepped down the stairs.

There was no one in the Taixue Pavilion at dawn, and everything was covered with a blue-gray tranquility. Gao Yue left the Taixue Pavilion alone, without even telling Liu De's room.

Because today is the official spring exam, Jinwu's children and neighbors in Wubenfang have been in advance to open the door, so there is no need to wait for the drums in the palace.

Today is coming soon, it should be clear weather. The cold wind is whirling down the gray-white streets. Gao Yue exhaled a white tone and looked at the bare tree trunks outside the walls, reaching towards the lonely morning star. "Dear classmates, relatives, friends, maybe you never dreamed of it, of course I didn't - I, Gao Ziyang, are now a tyrant student in the Tang Dynasty, and today I will take the highest standard Ministry of Rites exam in the country. My goal is to pass the Jinshi, no, actually my goal is to be able to get until the end of the exam - so if there is a live broadcast on the Internet, I can broadcast a program that "I took the Jinshi in the Tang Dynasty" to you, which is unique."

After thinking about it, he walked out of the gate. The guard at the gate of the gate sat there, looked at himself a few times, and said, "I got up so early."

But Gao Yue did not walk on the road to the imperial city: there was still more time before the drums on the street were played. He took a detour and walked towards Pingkangfang, who was also sleeping in his dream.

Today, if he takes the exam like this, he will not violate the curfew system when walking on the streets.

In fact, there were already many white-clothed men in the entire Chang'an City, starting to gather in the direction of the imperial city like Gao Yue, carrying various objects, and gathering towards the imperial city. It was really "sheep clothes are like snow, full of nine streets."

About twenty steps in front of the patrol shop in the northwest corner, An Lao Hu'er looked at the dark street in surprise with the candlelight, holding a steamer in his arms, "Is it your husband?"

"Brother An, come four steamed beards." Gao Yue said, put the thing on the ground and sat on the low steak.

"Okay, okay, today is my husband's day. Old Hu'er will give you two more to avoid starving after entering the venue." Old Hu greeted warmly.

But Gao Yue's eyes turned around, and he kept staring at the south side of the steamed Hu stall.

Finally, the sound of horse hooves sounded, and the slutty servant with dirty braids walked out of the dark night, holding a stable mare. The old man sat upright on the saddle, still wearing black wool and taking off his hat, wearing a dark buckle, his boots swaying in the stirrups. The old man turned his whip rhythmically in his hand, muttering something, as if calculating something-but when he arrived at the five steps south of An Lao Hu'er's stall, the old man was as precise as if he had installed a mechanical clockwork in his body. Haha, he stopped the horse, stopped gurgling, turned over and dismounted, stood in front of the aroma of the steamer for about five seconds, and said loudly, "Old Hu'er, the old rule."

Then he sat opposite Gao Yue.

It is easy to see each other clearly above the short table.

The old man did not untie the cloak, and Gao Yue could not see the seal costume inside him.

And the old man was very smart and quickly guessed that Gao Yue should have gotten up so early. Before the drums on the street were played, Yu Jianhu stall was waiting for him.

Gao Yue stood up and bowed, and the old man smiled and nodded, "I wish you a great victory in Wenchang today."

"Actually, I have a big doubt when I was born here."

The old man tapped the long wooden surface with his fingers, and then said in a deep voice, "Your husband, just ask."

"I wonder where Mr. Ming moved from that night?"

This question made the old man grow up.

The Hu slave who was squatting on the roadside grinned and laughed silently again, poked the collar with a whip to scratch it.

The old man frowned. At first, he felt that the student in front of him was too stressed. He came to find him to be happy, but then he let it go and said, "It's a pity that I don't have that kind of encounter, and my official position continues to be stuck in place."

After hearing this, Gao Yue sat down and stopped asking questions, but changed the topic, "Dare you ask what position Ming Gong holds in the court?"

The old man replied quickly, "I can almost bear the burden of trouble." Then he raised four fingers at Gao Yue, "I have everything in charge of all four things."

Gao Yue suddenly seemed to understand something and whispered, "I have received such a teaching, but I still hope that Ming Gong will give me advice on the Spring Examination."

The steamed beard came up, and the two of them broke apart, and the white shiny air came out. They ate several sips of silence. The old man sipped the mutton soup and whistled a few times. He did not answer Gao Yue directly, but suddenly asked Gao Yue, "Do you know, who is the head of the tribute tribute this year?"

"Pan Youshu."

The old man laughed and stroked his beard with his hands, "I have some friendship with Pan Youshu."

After saying that, a gleam flashed in his eyes, his fingers twisted his beard and kept moving, and he quietly watched Gao Yue's reaction.

Gao Yue bowed and said, "Thank you for your love, but you should do some things yourself. Even if you finish the exam this time, as long as you can see the whole process, work hard and make progress next year and prescribe the right medicine, there will be a day when the world will be admired."

"Oh? I know that there is a person named Zhang Tan in your Imperial College who was trapped in the imperial examination for 30 years. Another person named Liu Deshi, who went on for the fifteenth year in succession. In your opinion, they failed repeatedly?"

"Zhang Tan's heart is broken, and his virtue is dry." After saying these eight words, Gao Yue himself was secretly surprised. He could also be as arrogant as the Tang people.

The meaning of being disabled is that Zhang Tan was seventy years old and was not successful for more than 30 years. His mind was like dead trees and stagnant water, and he was no longer enterprising;

The meaning of being slightly dry means that Liu Deshi only focuses on poetry and essays, and is completely unable to understand the classics and current affairs, so it is equivalent to being half-hearted.
Chapter completed!