After listening to the modern chicken soup that has come from a thousand years later, everyone is enthusiastic about Taofen's squatting, and everyone is competing for the first place. They are addicted to learning and refreshing lessons. Even after the iron bars are ringing for lunch, many students are still lying on the desk to write hard. The Duke of the Vatic asked them to have a meal, and they raised their dark eyes and said, "No, the official of the pan, I want to study, and learn to make us happy."

Two students who had just gone out to buy a job came in and told Gao Yue who had walked out of the five-bedroom house that a woman came to find you and Liu Lushi outside the head of the pan.

Gao Yue thought for a moment that he could find both the woman in the room of Liu De. After thinking about it, she was the only one of them, so he was about to step out to greet him. At this time, a student named Li Jie who was holding the scroll, respectfully rushed to salute him, and then asked the question of the head of the pan, "Head, you just told the story of the eagle destroying its beak and breaking its claws when it was forty years old, which was so exciting!"

"Well, those who do academic and tribute tribute should take this eagle as an example."

However, Li Jie had a strong desire for knowledge. He frowned and continued to ask, "I am confused. Since the eagle destroyed its beak and broke its claws, how did it eat during the period when it was regenerated and how did it grow into a new beak? Will it starve to death before Nirvana and rebirth?"

I go, I hate these things that are too thorough and too many problems.

However, Li Jie's eyes were full of passionate desire for knowledge. Seeing that he was very sincere, Gao Yue softened his heart and told him earnestly, "You can ask Wei Congzhou for this matter."

So Li Jie held the scroll and the pen and went to find the Duke of the Soldiers.

Gao Yue breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out of the gate of the five rooms. He saw that it was indeed Song Shuangwen from Pingkangfang standing outside.

Now that you are staying with the Buddha Nu to Shen Ce Army, it is not a problem for Shuangwen to stay in Pingkangfang, so you can only take the initiative to join Taofen Shed. Gao Yue immediately decided to take in Shuangwen, "Auntie, you will be a chef in our shed's kitchen from now on. You will have your salary every month and take care of Brother Fangzhai's daily life. However, you are responsible for the diet of dozens of people alone. Are you a little too busy?"

Shuangwen was very happy. She told Gao Yue that she could find two or three old women from Pingkangfang to help.

Gao Yue nodded. It was best if you could come to Shuangwen. Now Taofen's five-frame room is ready.

After nightfall, the students who had just finished running around Qujiang gathered to eat and take a shower.

Gao Yue sat upright on the raised desk in the rooftop. The wall opposite was covered with papers of papers sent by Cai Luan. The paper was black and the characters were white. In the leisurely candlelight, Gao Yue not only saw the shadows of fu, parallel prose, and prose, but also saw the life journeys of royal families, officials, merchants, and noble ladies, especially the officials' monuments, which clearly recorded how they came to this world, how they took various trajectories in their careers, what joys, anger, sorrows, ups and downs, and how they left this world with reluctance to leave their lives.

Slowly, what appeared before Gao Yue, condensed in his writing was the pictures of the officials of the middle Tang Dynasty, proud, frustrated, soaring, step by step, self-protection, and unsatisfied, and so on. It seemed that many people's voices, appearances, smiles and expressions jumped out of black and white paper and cold words, casting colorful projections in Gao Yue's pupils, where there were weeping willows on Ba Bridge, the ice and snow of Kunlun, the camel bells in Dunhuang, and the huge waves of the East China Sea...

"October, October, I'm waiting for this month, so before that, I have to be proficient in poetry and essays, and the most important thing is to prepare the scriptures!"

Xue Yaoying had reminded him before that the nobles and nobles in Chang'an City are now tired of the poems and essays in the papers. He can find a different way and create a unique script. In this way, he can truly achieve the goal of sensation in Beijing with his literary talent by playing the drums and holding a feast.

In this way, on October 15th, he would go to Liu Yan's appointment again and would be able to ask him to pass the list with confidence or provide help. He would be sure to win the Jinshi.

By the way, there are also poems in poetry and essays! As he thought about it, Gao Yue suddenly woke up. He now knew that the so-called miscellaneous poetry and essays in the Tang Dynasty. In fact, what is not fixed to test for? Sometimes, essays, sometimes essays, essays and other styles are tested!

What Gao Yue was most worried about was poetry. Really, because the Tang Dynasty stipulated that if the poem was tested in the Ministry of Rites exam, it could only be five-character poems, and there were strict and cumbersome regulations like fu.

And it seems that it is not good to find Liu Deshi and Wei Duke in this poem, because their level is limited.

"By the way, look for Lu Lun." Gao Yue took out the "introduction letter" that Master Xue Lian gave him, and decided to go to Daningfang in person tomorrow to find Lu Lun.

The next morning, when the disciples of Taofenpan began to gather in the courtyard in the bright sun in late spring and early summer, they all started to play the five animals in a neat manner, Gao Yue carried a handkerchief dressed in famous thorns and letters of introduction and pushed out the door.

In the green shade along the road to Longhua Temple, the yellow orioles were singing and the Qujiang River was gurgling. Gao Yue smeared the slight sweat beads on his forehead with his palm. He thought that after passing Longhua Temple, he would arrive at Daningfang at about noon.

At the connection between Longhua Temple and Qujiang, there is a green pond with green bamboos around it, and frogs are still croaking. When Gao Yue walked to the mountain gate behind Longhua Temple, he suddenly felt a trembling sound behind him. In a blink of an eye, he saw something swaying in the deep grass. Isn’t it a small animal?

Gao Yue stopped, and soon, a black and white curly dog ​​ran out of the grass with flesh. A colorful butterfly flew in front of his black nose. It turned out that the little beast was chasing the butterfly coming here.

Gao Yue smiled, stretched out his hand, pinched the flying butterfly, and then squatted down, and placed the butterfly that was still struggling in front of the little Baer Dog's big drooping eyes. Just as he was about to tease him, the Baer Dog whined and teared the butterfly in his hand into his mouth and swallowed it.

"Hey, can't you tell you're pretty fierce?" Gao Yue looked at the butterfly feet still left between his fingers with some contemplation.

"Qibao, Qibao." Gao Yue quickly heard a familiar voice: Cui Yunshao was shaking his fan quickly, wearing a light green onion-colored summer shirt, and a purple concentric knot tied on his chest. He looked around and came through the bamboo forest and grass.

At this time, Gao Yue picked up the Baer Dog named "Qibao" and stood in front of Yun Shao.

"Ah, it turns out to be Gao Sanlang of Weizhou." When Cui Yunshao saw Gao Yue, Yunxia laughed brightly, and then lowered his head and said deeply.

Then the two of them smiled foolishly and stood at each other, not knowing what to say.
Chapter completed!