The slanting sunlight passed through the dense bamboo leaves, leaving spots of light on the floor. Several arguments came from the originally quiet room:
"This article is both forward and backward, insightful, and truly excellent."
"No, no, no, the answer is acceptable, but the handwriting is weak and weak, and the words can be seen as just a little bit. On the other hand, this article in my hand, although the writing is simple, has a true meaning. This person's writing is solid, It looks like he put in a lot of hard work.”
"I also have a great article here..."
Several gentlemen fought over each other, but could not come up with a winner. At this moment, a man wearing a green bamboo leaf robe with wide sleeves walked in from the door. Stars embroidered with silver threads loomed as he walked.
"Mr. Bixu!"
The appearance of the visitor made several gentlemen's eyes light up, and they quickly pulled him to the case:
"Mr. Bixu, let's take a look. Which article do you think should be ranked first?"
Mr. Bixu nodded slightly, and after reading the articles that had been screened out on the desk one by one, he looked at one of them and frowned slightly:
"This article..."
A gentleman squeezed in and smiled broadly when he saw the article pointed out by Mr. Bixu:
"Mr. Bixu also fell in love with this article? They all said that the handwriting of this article is too weak and weak, so it should not be ranked first, but after all, the flaws are not concealed!"
"No, this article shouldn't appear here. Let's get it into the middle grade."
"Mr. Bixu, this..."
"In addition to the frivolous writing, the whole article is full of rhetoric. It is more than gorgeous and lacks connotation. It is considered to be of middle grade, which is enough to forgive."
After Mr. Bixu finished his review, he selected three excellent works. The first one is powerful and sharp in wording; the second one is broad and comprehensive, with lofty intentions; the third one is simple and unpretentious, with a long aftertaste.
"Now, the Holy One has been a sage for a long time. It is no longer the time of the late emperor, who likes to use gorgeous words of compliments. You need to be careful when choosing people."
After Mr. Bixu finished speaking, he was about to write a review. When he reached halfway, he took his hand back and said warmly:
"Please help me. I'm still boiling medicine in the courtyard. I'll take my leave."
After Mr. Bixu walked away, an older gentleman stroked his beard and sighed:
"It's indeed my appearance. It's been a long time since I've seen Hong Yan's writing with such extravagant words. I felt happy for a moment, but I didn't understand the connotation. It was Mr. Bixu who saved the old man's face."
"Mr. Bixu is still as vicious as ever."
"Mr. Bixu became famous at a young age. It's not for us to compare with him. It's a pity..."
"God is jealous of talented people, what a shame."
"Haha, why are you so jealous? I'm afraid it's someone else!"
…
Several gentlemen were talking and opened the test paper with their names blanked out. The answer sheet that entered the top grade and was returned to the middle grade had three words written on it - Chu Lingjue.
At the same time, Chu Lingjue was sitting in the carriage with the Bing Jian, squeezing her wrists.
Dongchen Academy pays attention to efficiency, and by the time the sun sets today, there should be an answer.
Chu Lingjue could already imagine that once his article that was different from others was published, it would be highly sought after, and his throbbing wrist could not hide his good mood.
"The Crown Prince takes action, one can beat the other two! When the Crown Prince comes home from the top spot in Dongchen Academy, the old lady, the Marquis and Madam will be extremely happy!"
Seeing that Chu Lingjue was in a good mood, the boy also flattered him.
Chu Lingjue raised her lips:
"This matter has not yet been completed, so don't talk nonsense."
Although Chu Lingjue meant to scold him, there was a smile on his face. How could the young man not understand what Chu Lingjue was thinking?
"Huh, isn't this a sure thing? The prince has been taught by famous teachers since he was enlightened at the age of five. How can he be compared to those sons from low-income families and mud-legged people?"
After hearing this, Chu Lingjue's eyes flashed and she said nothing.
After all, the "brother" who was at odds with his parents is nothing more than a mud-legged son now.
I don’t know if he really doesn’t admire Ronghua, or if he has a bigger plot?
However, this has nothing to do with him now.
After all, as long as he can get admitted to Dongchen Academy with the first rank due to his honorable status, his reputation in Beijing will surely rise to a higher level.
Neither father nor mother would be able to let go of him.
"The results are released——"
Chu Lingjue came back to her senses, sat as steady as a bell, and said quietly:
"Now that I'm out, I'll go take a look and tell my grandmother, father and mother when I return home."
The boy smiled and said:
"Okay, little one, let's go take a look!"
Although it is a sure thing, you have to see it with your own eyes.
I don’t know how long it took, but the boy finally came back, and he climbed onto the carriage:
"Shi, Shizi..."
"What's wrong? It feels like you've seen a ghost?"
Chu Lingjue took a sip of tea casually, and the boy stuttered and answered:
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty failed to get the first place!"
"Then it seems that the students this time are very knowledgeable. It doesn't matter if they are not at the top. After all, this is Dongchen Academy."
Chu Lingjue's words made the servant even more trembling:
"Yeah, it's not second place either..."
"If it's not second place, then third place..."
Chu Lingjue was a little surprised. His eyes darkened slightly when he saw that he was still sore and his fingers were scarred.
It seems that handwriting is holding him back.
When the boy heard this, his heart trembled, his eyes closed and he said:
"This time Dongchen Academy has selected 150 students, and you, the Crown Prince, are ranked 68th!"
"How many?!"
Chu Lingjue stood up, shocked and angry.
How could he, the dignified heir apparent of the Hou family, who had been taught by a famous teacher since childhood, fall into the middle of the pack in a student selection test in a small bookstore? !
"Six, sixty-eight..."
The boy said tremblingly. Chu Lingjue was about to rush out of the carriage as he spoke, but the boy hugged his waist tightly:
"No, Prince! When I came up, I heard someone talking about Prince. You got off the car rashly, for fear of being humiliated!
You are still young, and Wuya Langjun only entered Dongchen Academy as a scholar when he was thirteen years old. If you are unwilling, you still have one year left!
Besides, if a twelve-year-old boy can be admitted to Dongchen Academy, even if he is only in the middle class, he is still very impressive! "
Chu Lingjue finally listened to what the boy said and gradually calmed down.
"Who's number one?"
The boy was stunned for a moment and then said cautiously:
"Are you asking the person who was admitted by the mountain director with the admission letter, or the person who passed the student selection examination?"
"Let's talk about it. Also, how old are they?"
"This... the first place in the student selection examination is a 17-year-old scholar named Shixin."
As the boy said this, he swallowed his saliva and hesitated:
"As for the student who received the admission letter, his name is...Xu Jinyu, his age is twelve years old."
"What did you say?! Xu Jinyu? Which Xu, which Jinyu?!"
"Xu is the double Xu, and Jin Yu is..."
When Chu Lingjue heard the words "Double Xu", he felt a chill creeping up from the soles of his feet.
This is the name that should belong to him.
This was a name that was ridiculed by my mother in the house, a poor man with a low life but a high heart!
Chu Lingjue thought to herself again, maybe they just have the same name and the same surname, but how many people in Dasheng have the same name, the same surname and the same age?
"Go home."
Chu Lingjue was speechless, as if he had been hit hard.
The horsewhip sounded, the carriage moved, and the breeze blew up the sedan curtain. At the main entrance of the academy, a young man in coarse linen robes was smiling and talking to the students in Dongchen uniforms.
The dim light from the west cast a soft halo on his side face, making people feel that he was dazzlingly beautiful, and that even rough clothes and robes could not hide his noble bearing.
Chu Lingjue stared at that figure, even though he had never seen it with his own eyes, he clearly understood that the person in front of him was his "brother"!
Chu Lingjue watched for a long time, and when Xu Jinyu turned around, he suddenly let go of his hand as if he was frightened, leaning against the car wall, breathing heavily.
He is so perfect.
Even though he grew up in the countryside, he has a beautiful appearance and good manners. If his mother sees this face, even if he is a vase that she knows nothing about, he will be held in her hands and shown off.
Chu Lingjue has known since he was a child that his mother has always regretted that he did not inherit his father's good looks.
After all, the noble lady of the Ning family even married into the Tian family, so why did she choose a good-for-nothing heir apparent?
It's just for a good skin.
But at the shocking glance just now, Chu Lingjue felt that her heart almost jumped out of her mouth.
That appearance is even inferior to that of the Marquis of Lin'an. Even though he is still young now, it can give people a glimpse of what he will look like when he grows up, and how graceful and graceful he will be.
Xu Jinyu was keenly aware that there seemed to be a gaze staring at him, but what was coming towards him was a luxurious carriage.
Xu Jinyu couldn't help but shook her head. It must have been because the driver was checking the road conditions just now.
Because he was delayed talking to Lu Supervisor and Lin Shuzhen, the student selection examination had already begun, so he had to wait for the student selection examination to end.
Who allowed Dongchen Academy to be built on the mountain, without even a back door?
If Xu Jinyu were allowed to walk along the blue brick avenue under the gaze of students from all over the world who came to take the exam, it would be nothing more than causing trouble.
The Lu Supervisor also felt that Xu Jinyu might be bored, and Xu Jinyu's child's graffiti-like calligraphy was really unsightly, so he was left to practice calligraphy all afternoon.
Yes.
The first thing Xu Jinyu did when she entered Dongchen Academy was to practice calligraphy with the rumored special admission letter personally signed by the mountain chief.
Although Xu Jinyu is not very skilled in writing calligraphy with a brush, he still has more than ten years of experience in pen calligraphy. This makes Lu Haiyuan hate that iron cannot become steel, and wonder at the same time:
"How come I haven't learned calligraphy for a long time, but there is a certain structure in it? It's just that the structure of the writing is really different from the past. It's really strange and strange.
If you weren't too young and didn't know anything about writing or writing, I would have thought you were teasing me by saying you were a beginner! "
In the end, Xu Jinyu left the academy holding the copybooks, pen, ink, paper and inkstones donated by Lu Haiyuan and Lin Shuzhen.
The sky was dim, but Xu Jinyu still had time to buy two candied haws and a bag of pastries, and then walked slowly home.
In the Xu family's house, the little girl, dressed in starlight, slipped in from outside with a bulging bag in her arms:
"Elder sister, close your eyes!"
Dani was distracted, but she closed her eyes obediently after listening to her younger sister's words.
"Open your mouth, ah——"
"Ah, so sweet!"
Dani opened her eyes and saw her younger sister taking out a bag of cherries wrapped in green leaves from her arms and squatting on the doorstep with her:
"Hehe, it's sweet, I picked it specially! Let my eldest sister taste it first, don't frown! Let's eat it together when brother comes back!"
Da Nifu raised her eyebrows, but then frowned again:
"Okay, let's wait for Dalang to come back."
Dani said, sighing inwardly and taking a look at the nearly packed belongings in the house.
I really hope Dalang can pass the exam.
