After Li Shanchang left, the class became tepid again.
Hu Yan focused entirely on "Man Jiang Hong" and Yue Fei, a little-known poet who could write such a masterpiece.
But he didn't have any intention to give lectures, which was rather perfunctory.
He never thought that Li Shanchang was deceiving him. After all, Li Tiezui was always known for his fairness. If anyone cheated in front of him, he would probably be sprayed with blood.
How could such an upright scholar deceive others?
It's impossible.
Therefore, the only possibility is that he has little talent and little knowledge.
There is indeed a person like Yue Fei, but Li Shan is well-informed and knowledgeable. He recognizes this person's name, but he never does.
This is my own fault, and it is a reflection of my lack of knowledge.
It seems that more work is needed in the future.
Soon, this boring class was over.
The noble disciples went out in groups, or gathered together with a few friends.
Li Changkong was walking alone, and he was followed by Zhen Jian.
Just a moment later, two people came up.
"Hello, my name is Jia Taisui. What you just said was so inspiring and it speaks to my heart." The first person to come forward was the nine-foot strong man.
Even though this person is wearing clothes, his smooth muscle lines can still be vaguely seen under the loose clothes.
His appearance is a little rough, but he also seems honest and honest.
It actually makes people feel good about it involuntarily.
"No, no, it's just something I feel."
"Daqian, Jin, and Chen are the three eastern kingdoms. In addition to Nanliang, which has always been wealthy, and Western Qin, which is famous for its soldiers and horses, as well as Dachu, the Son of Heaven, there are six Han kingdoms!"
"How can we be afraid of the group of barbarians grazing in the north?" Li Changkong, whether before or after the time travel, always adheres to the idea that people who are not my race must have different minds.
So when I knew that today the Northern Yuan Dynasty was powerful, and they were watching with eager eyes, and they frequently went south to plunder, I was filled with righteous indignation for a while.
Hearing this, Jia Taisui clapped his hands vigorously and said, "Well said, these words really spoke to my heart."
Even his strong Yuzhou accent could not conceal the excitement and appreciation in his words.
"With so many Han people here, how can we be bullied by a few sheep herders?"
"If they dare to invade the Daqian border, I will be the first to go!"
"Killing one is enough, killing two is enough to make a profit!"
When he said this, Jia Taisui's whole body exuded an astonishing aura, which made Li Changkong secretly frightened.
It also makes people couldn't help but believe that this man really dared to ride into battle to kill Yuan Gou, and he was not just talking about it.
Li Changkong couldn't help but nodded and said, "Brother Jia has a great ambition."
Jia Taisui scratched his head and was about to elaborate when he saw another person walking not far away.
This man was dressed as a Confucian scholar, and there was a hint of etiquette in his movements. He was obviously a very well-behaved person.
It is none other than Duke Dingguo Zhang Xun’s only son: Zhang Han!
After Zhang Han walked in front of the two men, he first bent down to Li Changkong and performed the standard Confucian etiquette, and then said: "I have met Brother Li, I am Zhang Han."
"Brother Zhang Han, I have long admired your name."
"Just now I heard Brother Li reciting "Man Jiang Hong", and Han felt very excited and fascinated."
"It's just that Han is a little talented and has little knowledge. There are still some things he doesn't understand. I still want to ask Brother Li for advice. Why don't we go together with you and me?"
"You can do anything!" Li Changkong happily agreed.
Although Zhang Han has a strange temper, he likes reading and doesn't like wielding swords or guns.
But Zhang Xun only has one son like him, and he is destined to be the little prince in the future!
Being friends with him is basically a huge benefit to Li Changkong without any harm.
As for Jia Taisui, although he never knew his identity.
But when he saw Zhang Han approaching, his expression did not show the slightest hint of timidity.
He was obviously a man of extraordinary origin.
The three of them were talking and laughing as they walked towards the outside of the Imperial College.
As I said before, the Imperial College is very big.
There are not only teaching buildings, but also many trees and flowers.
There are peach blossom trees, locust trees, green pine trees, etc.
On the trees and flowers, there are more birds playing and playing, and warblers and swallows.
Even if you don’t come here to study, but just come to enjoy the scenery, I’m afraid it will have a different flavor.
Li Changkong glanced at it and saw a hornet's nest, and he was a little surprised.
This thing is also kept in the Imperial College? Could it be that you are not afraid of being stung? Or are there dedicated people taking care of it?
This is unknown, but this wasp... I can't say it is actually somewhat useful.
After the three of them walked out of the Imperial Academy, it was getting late and they had no intention of continuing to get together.
Then they each boarded the carriage back home and went their separate ways.
On the carriage, Li Changkong opened the window and asked Zhen Jian, "What's the review about?"
Zhen Jian was not surprised at all when he saw that his young master did not know about the review. He even felt that this should be the case.
"Young Master, this review is your Majesty's examination to select talents from among the distinguished disciples."
"Those who are most outstanding in the literary test and the martial arts test will be given a gold inkstone by the cabinet and given an official position."
"The most outstanding person in the martial arts test will be awarded a golden belt by the Ministry of War and will be awarded an official position."
"In short, this is the way for a distinguished person like you, young master, to enter the court and become an official."
When Zhen Jian said this, Li Changkong understood.
In Daqian, a title is a title and an official position is an official position, and their salaries are different.
Just like Li Changkong's father Li Zhufeng, he not only holds the title of Marquis of Wuling, but also serves as an errand in the Ministry of War.
In this way, you can have both a title and an official salary!
As for the ordinary noble disciples, if they are more motivated, they will participate in this annual review.
After all, this is probably the only way for noble disciples to become officials.
Of course, if you are lazy, just don't go.
Just hanging around at home waiting to die and inherit the title.
Just like Li Changkong...
Of course, there are some people who are not going, but they are secretly accumulating strength, hoping to make a splash and win the golden belt or golden inkstone in one fell swoop.
You know, this golden belt and golden inkstone are said to be awarded by the Ministry of War and the Cabinet, but in fact, they have to pass the eyes of the emperor!
In other words, if you can perform well in the review, you will be in His Majesty's eyes.
How can this future future be any worse?
For the descendants of Xungui, this review is equivalent to the imperial examination, even... a little more important than the imperial examination.
After figuring out what proofreading was, Li Changkong started thinking about it.
In my own body, I have done some ridiculous things before, and I have been severely short-changed.
Besides, even if there is no loss, in his previous life, as an archeology student, he could only know two styles of military boxing. How could he compare to those noble disciples who have been practicing martial arts since childhood?
It seems that if nothing else happens, I should take the literary test.
As for the martial arts test..., if it really doesn't work, it's better to just give up, so as not to get beaten on stage.
After thinking clearly, Li Changkong called Zhen Jian over again: "What kind of hobbies does Zhu Ben, the son of Marquis Yangcheng, have on weekdays?"
