In a small inn, there is a table of side dishes, Bai Song stares at a plate of peanuts and smacks the oily flowers, the old god is there, it is very comfortable.
Thinking about it, the initial planning was somewhat effective, and it was really reassuring to have a bodyguard around me. Otherwise, it would not be so easy to escape from the bandit camp this time.
White Bee hadn't eaten anything, and was looking around cautiously, with a very nervous expression.
This little girl is usually very arrogant, but this time it was her dereliction of duty that allowed Bai Song to fall into the hands of his enemy. Bai Song didn't blame her, but she herself felt resentful. Everyone's existence has its own meaning. Bai Feng gradually discovered that there are many masters around Bai Song, but now he can't find his own meaning.
"Don't be so nervous." Bai Song whispered.
White Bee frowned and drank a glass of wine casually to show that he was not nervous.
Bai Song also looked around. The most obvious feeling after entering Yongzhou was that there were more literati around.
Emphasizing literature over martial arts was the main theme of the times. The imperial court promoted literary style. The closer to Chang'an, the denser the number of literati. On the contrary, the closer you get to the capital, the less charlatanic the atmosphere becomes. There were always three or five people dressed as charlatans in the official roads and inns before, but you can't see any of them in the inns here.
The only person who looked like a scholar was the white bee next to Bai Song, who was looking around with furtive eyes, which made all the literati in the room very nervous. They all avoided Bai Song's table and sat far away.
Chang'an is still far away now, and pedestrians on the road are wary of white bees. When they arrive in Chang'an City, won't they become the focus of everyone's attention when they walk on the street?
Bai Song didn't want to be stared at wherever he went, so he had to change his outfit.
Bai Song stared at Bai Feng for a long time, which made Bai Feng feel hairy in his heart. He stared at Bai Song suspiciously: "You...why are you always looking at me? You don't need to tell me, what happened before is my problem, I I guarantee that a similar situation will never happen again.”
"You are so young, why are your eyes so murderous?" Bai Song said in a serious tone, then held his chin, stretched out his hand to lift up the loose hair on Bai Feng's temples, and gently and affectionately helped her lift it. Behind the ears, small crystal earlobes are exposed.
Bai Feng's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, but he also had a hint of blush, but he never made any move.
Bai Song unhurriedly lifted up the hair on the other side, then took off his headscarf, tied it on Bai Feng quickly, and simply arranged it into a little book boy's bun.
Bai Song gently pinched Bai Feng's chin and turned his face to Sangsang: "Look, do you look like a book boy?"
Sangsang blinked and shook his head, obviously it didn't look like that.
Bai Song frowned, looked at it carefully for a while, and said to himself: "It's not quite the same, but it's better than the murderous look before. From now on in the capital, with your eyes like this, we will soon be Notice.”
Bai Feng finally understood what Bai Song meant. He wrinkled his nose and said to himself that he didn't know what to do.
"Remember Mo Zhu? Look at her, she was born to be an undercover agent. When she becomes a shopkeeper, she is a philistine from the inside out. How can she have the fairy spirit when she saved us from the water before? You have to learn from her and be more changeable. At your age, you should be able to figure it out."
"I...let me give it a try."
Bai Feng frowned, looked around, stood up and moved to sit next to Bai Song. He imitated the little woman's posture that he had seen from nowhere, held Bai Song's hand, tilted his head and leaned lightly on Bai Song's shoulder. Go up and whisper, "Is that what you want?"
Bai Song's mouth twitched and he pushed her away: "When you get to the capital, you can be my book boy. It's quite appropriate for your age."
Bai Feng had no objection, but felt that it was a bit weird for a girl to pretend to be a boy.
"Brother Bai, what about me?" Sangsang blinked, thinking that since Bai Feng was a book boy, he should have an identity.
"You, of course, are my unmarried little wife."
After hearing this, Sangsang blushed to the base of her neck and lowered her head in silence.
Bai Song ate peanuts and chirped and said: "The little girl from the Qu family traveled all the way to Beijing to take care of her fiancé, who is a scholar, in his studies. The girl worked diligently and worked tirelessly, while the boy hung up on his buttocks and studied hard. A year later, he became the top scholar in high school. Then he returned home in rich clothes, and finally he married the daughter of the Qu family in a sedan chair. From then on, they fell in love with each other and gave birth to a bunch of fat boys. If such a story spreads, it will definitely be passed down through the ages and become a good story."
"Brother Bai, stop making this up, you're so embarrassed!"
Bai Feng interrupted: "I believe that women are diligent and conscientious, but men are prone to thorns in their buttocks? It would be nice if they don't miss the fireworks in Willow Alley!"
Bai Song's face darkened, and he slashed Xiao Nizi's head: "Rebellion! Destroy the master!"
A few people chatted and laughed and ate. Seeing that dusk was approaching, they went to the merchant near the post house and bought a set of small men's clothes. They dressed them up carefully for Bai Feng. When they returned to the post house, the man had turned into a A beautiful little book boy.
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Five days later, a group of three people riding in a carriage could finally see the thousand-year-old city of Chang'an in the distance.
"The horses on the ancient road in Chang'an are running late, and the tall willow trees are in chaos. The cicadas are neighing. Outside the sunset island, in the autumn wind, the eyes are broken and drooping for four days.
Once Guiyun has gone without a trace, where is the early stage? The relationship is unfamiliar, the drunkard is lonely, and he is not like he was when he was young. "
On Chang'an Road, Bai Song walked out of the carriage and stood beside Bai Feng. He opened his arms and embraced the shadow of the ancient city in the distance. Rows of weeping willows greeted each other, and the wind was blowing. He was so inspired by poetry.
Pedestrians on the left and right looked at it, but no one knew how to appreciate it. There was only a horse's snort, which seemed to express enthusiastic agreement.
"Chang'an City! I'm coming!"
Bai Song shouted with a bit of madness, like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.
But no one understood Bai Song's inner excitement.
The thousand-year-old ancient capital has experienced countless changes in emperors, generals, and dynasties. Only when you step into Chang'an City can you truly enter the long river of history.
Compared with Jixian, Chang'an's appearance is like a bright moon and a firefly. The city wall facing it is four or five times higher than that of Jixian.
There is a constant flow of pedestrians outside the city, and there is an endless stream of people coming in and out. Even though it is past noon, it is still very crowded in front of Yanxing Gate in the east.
Bai Song waited in line outside for a full hour to enter the city. He was cut in line by five or six unknown cars and sedans. He didn't know whose family the big shot was.
"Sangsang, where do you want to go? Brother Bai will take you for a walk."
"Brother Bai, today is the last day to register for school. After entering the city, you should register first. How can you think of anything else?"
"Then sign up first and then go play."
Following the words, a soldier guarding the city opened the curtain and looked inside. When he saw Bai Song and Sangsang, he waved his hand and motioned for several people to go in.
After passing through the ten-meter-long corridor into the city, before I had time to appreciate the bustling Chang'an Market, a familiar figure was already waiting at the city gate.
"Mr. Bai! Why did you get here?"
Dressed in white, with red makeup on her face, the delicate and eye-catching girl at the city gate is none other than Qing'er, whom she hasn't seen for more than a month.
Qing'er had gone to the capital to make arrangements earlier, and now she has just opened the first branch of Mobai Bank in Beijing. In order to welcome Bai Song to the capital, Qing'er has been waiting in Dongcheng for three days.
"Qing'er, I haven't seen you for more than a month, and you look even more beautiful."
Qing'er was really in a hurry and had no time to talk to Bai Song. She waved her hand: "Mr. Bai, come here quickly. I will send you to register for school. You will miss it after dusk."
There was a carriage waiting next to Qing'er. Mo Zhu got out of the carriage and jumped onto Bai Song's car: "My boss is leaving with Ji Qing. I will take them to where they will stay."
Bai Song didn't like such a rushed state, but when he saw that Qing'er seemed to be ready for everything, he didn't say much, greeted Sangsang and went to Qing'er's car.
Qing'er followed the car and immediately said hello, and the driver rode to the registration place.
The carriage went all the way west until it reached Yongningfang in the city.
From afar, I saw a long queue on the main street, all of them neatly dressed scholars, and on the gate of the courtyard at the end of the queue, there was "Yongxing Academy" written clearly.
Yu Shinan's nickname is Yu Yongxing. Yongxing Academy is named after Yu Shinan's nickname. It is obviously the academy of the famous Yu family, a scholar of the Three Dynasties.
In the fifth year of Zhenguan, Yu Shinan was over 70 years old. He resigned many times but was not allowed by Emperor Taizong. Now he concurrently held the posts of author, bachelor of Hongwenguan, and secretary and supervisor. He ignored political affairs and opened an academy with peace of mind, preaching and teaching. Career can be regarded as a relatively comfortable life in old age.
There are dozens of academies in Chang'an City, including private schools founded by major families and courtiers for their families, and some academies run by famous teachers and scholars.
This is different from what Bai Song thought of as an academy that did not recruit students from outside during the Zhenguan period.
Among the many academies, the first one is naturally the Royal Academy founded by the royal family for the children of the emperor's relatives and courtiers to study.
After the Royal Academy, the second-ranked academy was Yongxing Academy, which was taught by Yu Shinan himself.
Yongxing Academy recruits the children of famous families from all over the country, and also recruits the poor families with practical knowledge in the world.
It's just that it's very difficult to join. I heard that there are a series of complicated examinations for admission.
From what Bai Song saw at a glance, there were probably no less than a hundred literati queuing up, and he didn't know how long they would have to wait.
"Mr. Bai, this is it. You go and sign up. Qing'er is waiting for you."
Bai Song responded, got off the carriage, and stood at the end of the queue.
Coincidentally, as soon as Bai Song entered the queue, a group of students came out from Yongxing Academy.
Looking at them all looking downcast, they wonder what they have been through?
Bai Song patted the people in front of him and asked, "What happened to those people?"
When the person in front of him turned around, Bai Song let out a roar.
I saw that the book in front of the team was pink and white like jade, very beautiful, with the attitude of a young boy, and a hint of frailty in his eyebrows, soft and timid, like a flower.
Bai Song often felt that his appearance was too feminine, more beautiful than handsome, but compared with this young man, he really understood what true beauty meant.
This is not a man, she is clearly a girl disguised as a man!
Bai Song didn't even know how many girls he had seen disguised as men, but it wasn't surprising when he thought about it. In ancient times, it was difficult for women to move around. Sometimes, dressing up as men was a last resort.
This must be a girl from a wealthy family. She wanted to ask a famous teacher to learn from her, so she pretended to be a man.
