Gao Zhang couldn't help but start to have doubts in his heart. Could it be that his disguise was not thorough enough, or there was a flaw in some step.
It was unexpected that the feudal and superstitious Hunjun of the Song Dynasty came up with such a scheming trick out of revenge.
But Gao Zhang relied on his extraordinary memory to review the two encounters with Zhao Ji and their conversations.
There was nothing wrong with him at all, so where did Zhao Ji get the confidence to insist on letting a child with no hair to take the imperial examination?
Gao Qiu and Huang appeared outside the house side by side, and saw their good son sitting there with a dull look on his face.
He was staring blankly at the piles of books that covered the entire desk, mumbling something unknown, and he could tell at a glance that he was not in a good mood.
"Zhang'er, what are you doing?"
Gao Qiu looked at the Four Books and Five Classics that also made his scalp numb. He walked to his son with some hesitation and asked kindly.
"Dad, have you read all the books in our family?"
Gao Zhang forced an ugly smile towards his biological father, Gao Qiu, and pointed at the Four Books and Five Classics, which were obviously still brand new.
"Ah, this..."
Gao Qiu, who did not expect his own son to suddenly slap him in the face, blushed slightly and coughed twice shyly.
"Well, I have dabbled a little, but these are very profound and profound knowledge. I am just a little dabbler as a father. What do you want to do, Zhang'er?"
Gao Zhang showed a sad smile and raised his finger to point at the ocean of knowledge.
"Dad, tell me, if I give you a month and ten days.
Can you finish reading these books and pass the Jinshi exam? "
Gao Qiu was immediately confused by his own son's words. What was wrong with this child?
Huang, who was amused by Gao Zhang's childish remarks, pinched Gao Zhang's nice little face affectionately and said.
"You kid, what nonsense are you talking about? Don't talk about your father. Even those who have won the top prize in the imperial examinations can't do it."
"Your mother is right. As the saying goes, the thirty-year-old Ming Jing and the fifty-year-old Jinshi. If you want to pass the Jinshi exam, you are not an ordinary scholar..."
Having said this, Gao Qiu couldn't help but sigh.
"Zhang'er, do you know that even Mr. Dongpo's father, the famous and knowledgeable Mr. Laoquan, never passed the Jinshi examination throughout his life."
Huang also nodded in agreement.
"Yes, Mr. Laoquan is so knowledgeable that he can be regarded as a literary master.
None of them have ever been admitted to the imperial examination, which shows how difficult it is to pass the imperial examination. Zhang'er, why are you asking this question? "
Seeing his father and mother looking at him with doubtful eyes, Gao Zhang suddenly felt something in his heart and quickly laughed.
"It's nothing, I'm just curious. Those scholars who take part in the imperial examinations regard the Jinshi examination as the most respected."
"So I was curious to see it, and now I can see the result..."
Gao Zhang asked some indirect questions, such as whether his father, Gao Qiu, knew any champions or experienced drivers with Jinshi background.
However, although his biological father was a powerful Taiwei of the Song Dynasty, the problem was that he was not a scholar.
Scholars are far away from a courtier who is lucky enough to be in the family like his own father, so there is no way he can get close and familiar with him.
Therefore, Gao Zhang's original idea of using his biological father's example to see if he could use some off-the-charts tactics was immediately put on hold.
Gao Zhang decided to tell his parents that he was going to take the imperial examination in one month and ten days.
My biological father and mother will feel that there is something wrong with their brains. If they are sick, they need to take care of themselves, lie down, and take medicine.
Besides, I had a "serious illness" more than a month ago, so there was no need to scare them anymore.
It's better to let them continue to live a happy life in peace and contentment.
It would be better for me, a child with hairless hair, to bear this kind of pressure by myself.
Gao Zhang bid farewell to his parents and returned to the house. Looking at the ocean of knowledge, his eyes could not help but heat up and he almost shed tears.
Gao Zhang picked up a copy of "The Analects" of which he had at least learned some chapters, and read it carefully.
Outside the house, Fu An and two members of the Gao family looked at the house with furtive expressions, turning their heads from time to time.
"What's wrong with you, sir? It seems like you've become a different person since you came back from the Yuqing Zhaoying Palace."
"Yes, the young master was in the mansion before, either playing ball in the backyard or walking around. Why do you want to read the Four Books and Five Classics today?"
"Didn't you just hear the young master's chat with the master and his wife? I think it is because our young master is determined to study and become an official in the imperial examination."
"...Brother Fu'an, can you please stop scaring us, just the young master? A thousand-character essay, for a young master who only memorized it in half a year, is going to take the imperial examination and become an official?"
Fu'an glared at these companions with a serious expression.
"You guys... Ever since our young master became seriously ill, his whole spirit has changed."
"In the past, the young master's brain was not so flexible, his mind was not so thoughtful, and his mouth was not so sweet..."
"Perhaps, now the young master has become the reading seed of the Gao family."
After hearing Fu'an's story, the Gao family members were dubious when they suddenly heard a strange noise coming from inside the house.
Fu'an raised his finger to signal everyone not to move around. He quietly approached the door and peeked inside.
He saw the young master's white and tender face, which was pressed against an open book, and he was already snoring. It seems that there is still saliva dripping on the book...
Fu'an's eyelids twitched wildly, he looked around with a dark look on his face, and carefully closed the door.
He turned around and raised his hand to signal the companions who wanted to get closer to stay away and not to disturb the young master.
The pretended young master is actually still floating in the ocean of knowledge, instead of sleeping in a dreamland with knowledge and drool.
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Miss Shishi was sitting in the attic, leaning against the window, her charming face full of sorrow.
The maid on the side quietly stepped into the house and brought tea and cakes. Of course, fresh fruits and vegetables were also indispensable.
"Miss, I bought Miss's favorite hibiscus cake. Come sit down and use some."
Miss Shishi nodded, moved over and sat down, picked up a piece of hibiscus cake from the small plate and was about to put it into her mouth.
I saw the cucumber strips about three inches long on the plate next to me, and couldn't help but think of the benefits of cucumbers that Gao Zhang's kid had talked about before.
Subconsciously, he raised his hand and touched his pretty face, which looked a little dry and tight.
or? Give it a try? But in case it doesn’t work…
"You don't have to stay here. Go down first. By the way, close the door. I'm a little sleepy. I want to take a nap for a while. Don't disturb me if you have nothing to do."
After the maid left, after hesitating for a while, Master Shishi bit her silver teeth lightly and said, let it go, give it a try, if it doesn't work, you won't lose anything.
Following what Gao Zhang said to the young man who looked like a pervert, he used the beautiful knife to slice the cucumber into thin slices, then covered his face and lay on his back on the bed.
About a quarter of an hour later, Miss Shishi took away the cucumber slices and subconsciously touched her face, her charming bright eyes suddenly lit up...
