It was noon when Han You, Wang Hai, and Lu Baichuan arrived at the Imperial College.
The three of them were squatting under the shade of a tree, looking around as if they were trying to rob someone of their lunch money.
The huge archway is like a dragon gate waiting for carps to fall into the trap. The dark red characters read Imperial College.
Wang Hai looked at the big red plaque with burning eyes: "Master, is this the Imperial College?"
"Reading mean is not adultery."
Han You scratched his chin and looked at the group of cubs coming and going, filled with emotion.
"Ah Hai, can you imagine? The youngest is only twelve or thirteen. If he takes part in the imperial examination, he might be able to observe politics at the age of fourteen. If he can't prepare for it, he can become an official at sixteen or seventeen. At sixteen, holy shit, at least he can do it at sixteen. You have to be a county magistrate, and a county with tens of thousands of people can be managed by a sixteen-year-old kid."
"Government affairs and stuff like that, I don't understand."
Wang Hai expressed his opinion: "These prison students are small and as skinny as chickens. If they go out and meet a stray dog, it will be a big disaster."
Lu Baichuan thought deeply: "It has to be a natural disaster."
"Who says it isn't?"
Han You sighed.
The three idle guys didn't look down on children, but they thought this was too ridiculous.
What Han You said was not an exaggeration at all. Lu Baichuan had encountered it before. When he went to Weiyang Road, a county magistrate was not waist high and only fifteen years old. It is true that a seventh-grade county magistrate can mobilize a battalion of soldiers and guards and take charge of the military and administration of a county.
The back of the archway is like a city wall. There are three gates, both of which can be entered and exited, with the middle one being the largest.
Green grass, three caves and three gates, once you enter, you are considered to be the territory of the Imperial College.
Han You couldn't take this step for life. As long as he found the academic officer and gave him the registration list, he would be officially enrolled. When he saw a group of little guys who were not as tall as his crotch, he had to salute and call him senior.
"If you want to be an official, do you have to enter the Imperial Academy?"
"Imperial examination." Lu Baichuan looked helpless: "Bagu, can you succeed?"
Han You shook his head. He was not good at eight-gut, but he was quite good at robbing people.
Seeing Han You dawdling, Lu Baichuan said: "It's getting late, let's get on the road, you can't avoid this if you stretch your head and shrink your head."
"Let me ask you something." Han You asked sincerely: "Are you usually so humorous when chatting with His Majesty?"
“What does humor mean?”
"Forget it, just pretend that you are eloquent and eloquent."
"Haha, if that's what you mean, I will always be humorous."
"You are quite humorous, you look humorous."
Han You rolled his eyes, stood up and said to Wang Hai: "It's the first day of registration. There should be no classes. The Imperial College is not allowed to bring people in. You two wait for me. I will come back as soon as I go."
Lu Baichuan nodded: "Go to hell."
Han You, who was alone, walked towards the hole in the middle of the three holes, which was regarded as the main entrance.
He didn't think much, and saw people walking back and forth next to him, but there happened to be no one in the middle.
Unexpectedly, as soon as they reached the steps, the soldiers guarding the middle gave them a beating with water and fire sticks.
The warriors probably stood guard here every day, as tanned as a Guinea baboon.
Looking at Han You with frowning eyebrows, the soldier said in a deep voice: "Prisoner, come in through the side door!"
Han You looked confused.
Look, look at the Imperial College, even the gatekeepers are so educated and speak in traditional Chinese.
Pointing to himself, Han You said: "Han You."
"It's no use calling me left, just take the side door."
"Han You." Han You pointed at his face: "The son of the governor of Jingzhao Mansion, Han You!"
"Han..."
The soldier glanced at Han You and immediately bent down to salute.
"The young one was blind and didn't recognize it was Shao Yin. Don't blame Shao Yin."
"Can't supervisors be in the middle?"
The soldier raised his head and replied respectfully: "Yes."
"Then who can go in the middle?"
"Sacrifice wine, academic officials and other adults."
"Oh." Han You scratched his chin and retreated to the steps.
The military soldier had never seen Han You, but he was also in charge of the Jingzhao Mansion. He asked curiously: "Shao Yin, are you coming to the Imperial College to find someone? If you are looking for someone, where can you go and stay? Don't be tired." , I will call someone here for you."
"I'm here to study."
"Reading?"
The soldiers were shocked. How could the dignified young Yin be so worthless instead of going to Huachuan brothel to study in such a dirty place?
"Keep watching your door."
Han You walked down the steps and walked in from the side door on the left.
The supervisors all wore Confucian robes. Han You was also wearing a white Confucian robe today. Apart from being a little older, handsome and more elegant, he was not much different from the other supervisors. No one looked at him on the road.
Han You was observing as he walked.
There are not many buildings in the Imperial College, and there are mostly open spaces with green grass and towering old trees. Stone tables and benches can be seen everywhere. Many students are holding books and shaking their heads, as if they have maggots on their bodies.
Walking straight ahead, there is a pond with a bridge and a wooden bridge called Wenchi Bridge.
As soon as I entered the Imperial Academy, I heard the sound of water, the sound of birds reading, and their chirping. After listening to it for a long time, it seemed that they all turned into one sound. After thinking about it, all kinds of things are inferior, but in thinking about it, reading is the only high quality.
After crossing the bridge, there is the Zhuangyuan Building, which is full of "calligraphy treasures".
Those who practiced Taoism in ancient times would not be able to enlighten the people, but would make them stupid. How else could it be easy to govern without offending a wealthy family?
They were all written by officials who entered the imperial court after graduating from the Imperial College and became relatively prosperous. They are not groundbreaking at all. They are written in the style of Confucius and Mencius, with a sense of honorary alumni sharing their experiences.
Han You looked at it for a while and found it quite funny.
These graduated buddies don’t take school seriously, and what they teach is not serious experience. They should retain their real experiences, such as how to lead first when encountering a disaster, and not forgetting the original intention to wipe the ground. Three feet, breaking down the house and destroying the house are the most taboo, leaving anyone alive.
After watching for a while, Han You continued to walk with his hands behind his back.
What I smell is the fragrance of ink in the library.
What I saw was the supervisor holding a book.
What you hear is true.
Han You likes to observe. When he is in the huge Imperial College, he is like a bystander, looking at buildings, people, objects, flowers, grass, and most of all, water. He likes water, and everything grows in water.
From a bird's eye view, it is actually a three-entry courtyard, with the buildings all on a central axis, running from south to north.
After walking for a while, we arrived at the largest building, the Xianwen Hall, where the Imperial College teaches.
Xian Wen Hall, Hua Wen Hall, and Wu Wen Hall are all places for teaching. They are also called Wen Hall. They are just three buildings gathered together.
The three buildings are in the shape of a "pin", with the Xianwen Hall in the middle and the front, and the Chinese and Wuwen Halls on the left and right behind.
Before Han You could move forward to take a closer look, a voice came from behind.
"Who is so sneaky?"
Han You turned his head and saw the young man standing behind him holding a ruler.
After just one glance, Han You was stunned.
As for this guy's appearance, I can't even describe it in one sentence, but this guy actually looks like this.
Dressed in white clothes, he looks like snow. Under his sword-shaped brows, his eyes are like stars, his nose is as straight as a mountain, and his face is as cold as a sculpture.
Han You was envious. It could be said that if it were Korea, whose wife had run away with the other, he would not dare to come to the house to argue, and he would still think that his wife was very lucky.
"Why don't you answer my question?"
"Oh, I'm the new student supervisor." Han You took out his student ID: "Are you handsome?"
"Wen Qi, Secretary of the Imperial Academy."
A trace of disgust flashed across Wen Qi's face, and he snorted slightly: "It's not yet the season for selecting students. Which relationship did you seek and who recommended you? I would like to come and ask. The exam is about to take place, how can you get the dignity to enroll in the Imperial College and show off your skills!"
Han You shrugged: "Your Majesty, he has just left the court, you should go and ask."
"Oh." Wen Qi had no expression on his face, looked down at his academic books, and said calmly: "Study with peace of mind, be a pillar of the country, and don't let down the grace of the saint."
After saying that, Wen Qi turned around and left.
Han You looked at the other person's leaving figure and scratched his chin.
Couldn't this guy have had plastic surgery, or is he just a beauty?
