"I was probably just a chick, and I don't know how to fly in this sky in Chang'an, but after the experience of wind and frost and reckless collision, I believe it can be improved soon."

"Yes." The old man had finished eating a steamed bean and swallowed twice. "It's just that the sky in Chang'an is too cold. Maybe you won't be able to wait for the day when you are full of wings, and you will have to freeze to death in the ditch."

Gao Yue immediately didn't know how to answer the old man's words, but the other party was right: Today's exam can indeed increase his knowledge and experience. How can he take action later? It must be of great help.

Seeing Gao Yue's face looked embarrassed, the old man smiled again, "When talking about this, haven't you asked the man's name Gao?"

Gao Yue said it out of the house, and the old man seemed to have heard of it, so he nodded and repeatedly drew the word "Gao" on several sides with his fingers, "Huh? The Marquis of Bohai Gao seems to have something else to do by the Qishui River in Weizhou, right?"

"It's true." Gao Yue answered truthfully.

"Then what you think? This is the name of your husband. You are a little troubled in Chang'an. I used my connections to sell the Qishui merchants there, and exchanged them for cash and cloth to send them to Chang'an. If your husband is not successful this time, he can still continue to work hard in Chang'an City."

Gao Yue took out the land deed hidden in the mezzanine of the pot room bookcase from the cloth bag and sent it to the old man without hesitation.

"I will explain to you first. If you change it to cash, you will have to wait until October this year. Can you trust me?"

"At this time on October 15th, Wansheng is still waiting for Duke Ming here."

The old man put the land deed in his sleeves, took the last sip of mutton soup, and then wrapped two steamed Hu in square paper as usual, got up and held the horse quickly, but he did not rush to the Jianfu Gate of the Daming Palace, but said to Gao Yue, "The Jinshi exam is divided into three games, posting scriptures, poetry and essays, and current affairs. Each game is determined to stay or stay, grasp it well, pay attention to the order changes of the three games, and look at the fortune and destiny of the husband."

"Thank you, Ming Gong, for your advice."

The old man slowly got on the horse, "I don't want the color of a horse, but I want stability. Gao Langjun, even if I pass the Jinshi exam, I will do this in the future. Alas, I have also rewarded many behind-the-scenes advancements, hoping that young heroes can form new powers to clean up the old rivers and mountains of the Tang Dynasty. However, once they become successful, most of them begin to forget their original intentions and recognize thieves as their fathers... Now many people regret it too late... Gao Langjun takes care of them."

After saying that, the old man slowly rode his horse towards Jianfu Gate.

At that moment, Gao Yue raised his eyes and saw a golden light at the belt of the old man's cloak.

Gao Yue vaguely felt that the old man's identity should be very important, but he was incredible, but he was quite deafening about what he said.

"These questions should be solved by October 15 this year. Before that, let me go to the tribute court of the Ministry of Rites with great fearless momentum!"

Next, Gao Yue paid the money, picked up the things again, said goodbye to An Lao Hu, and then strode towards the imperial city.

The thoroughfare of each yard reached towards the Imperial City. At this moment, the east was not bright, but the morning light was slightly exposed, as if a veil was covered with light gauze. Gao Yue walked calmly in the middle of the street, with the sounds of scolding horses on both sides: many wealthy men with light fur and fat horses, the servants around him held torches high and low, gathered in front of An's door with lingering and laughing amid the sounds of the drums on the street.

When I arrived outside the door, under the tall city wall, I not only came to participate in the Jinshi class, but also participated in the Ming Jing and Rules, and other students of various subjects, whether they were dressed in beautiful clothes, arrogant, or clothes as snow as snow, and dusty. Whether they were carrying various things by themselves or servants, there were more than 3,000 people, crowded in front of the city gate.

Gao Yue placed the luggage blanket on the ground, sat Hu on it, and meditated and meditated.

At this time, he heard several noble men who were taking the scientific examination next to him whispering. One of them introduced himself that he was Zhu Sui, the son of Zhu Tao, the governor of Youzhou. The other person said that his name was Wang Biao, and his son-in-law of Li Na, the governor of Ziqing. The third person said that he was called that army and the husband of a certain princess of the dynasty.

Then these people frowned and joked, probably thinking that this year's Jinshi was no longer the only one.

Then the Wang Biao kicked Gao Yue's luggage next to him with his boots disrespectfully, and ridiculed, "It's hard for me to come and answer. Unfortunately, the ones that fell from the southern courtyard of the Ministry of Rites today were all exiled immortals from heaven. They must be rich and noble families. You must know that we are all students from the second hall of Chonghong (Chongwen, Hongwen).

Gao Yue was furious and whispered loudly, "The country set up an imperial examination to select talents. The people of Caoze hope to start through it, and the tribe of the soldiers hope to pass through it. If I fail the exam, I will accept my fate and starve to death in this Chang'an City. If you fail the exam, your salary will be lost for only three generations. Why do you have to be here? Could it be that the chief officer has already promised you in advance?"

"You!" This was the first time Wang Biao was scolded like this, and his whole body was trembling with anger.

Gao Yueteng stood up and pointed at Wang Biao, "You said you were the son-in-law of Li Na, the governor of Ziqing, and even mocked us for being extravagant. How dare you say in front of these thousands of candidates that the chief officer had already granted the Jinshi to you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of candidates came to the door, and his eyes turned to Wang Biao with all his eyes. Zhu Sui, the noble men, had the originally bustling scene as quiet as water, which scared them so much that they hurriedly took a few steps back.

Wang Biao was still trying to show off, but was pulled by several others, indicating that he would not be as knowledgeable as this poor student.

"A mere Taixue..." Wang Biao was angry, and still gritted his teeth and said these words.

Before Gao Yue refuted, a tall and thin man came next to him and angrily scolded Wang Biao: "The Imperial College of the Imperial College is the preface of the emperor. All the students in it are disciples of the emperor. Originally, before the candidates from all over the country should have been appointed as the master Lu Sheng in the Imperial College. You and others rely on their in-laws as the court. They do not think of the gentle etiquette, but they bully others for their power under the imperial city and give private gifts. They will not take this court seriously?"

The other men wearing mahjong heard the clues and suddenly became angry. Wang Biao, Zhu Sui and others completely lost their prestige and hurriedly bowed and apologized.

"Who is this?" After apologizing, he hurriedly asked the tall and thin man with them.

Before the man could answer, Gao Yue, who had already recognized his identity, reached out and helped him introduce, "This one is Zheng Zi of Xingyang!"

As soon as this statement came out, Zhu Sui, Wang Biao, the army and Yuan Tongzhi all changed their faces and respectfully. They bowed to Zheng Zhi, "I'm not respectful and disrespectful! It turned out that it was Zheng Ziming of Xingyang. We just wanted to get the first place and dared not argue with my brother." After saying that, these people hurriedly avoided one side and did not dare to say anything more.

As a result, many other candidates also started to coax. Even saying that this person was Zheng Pei from Xingyang. It is said that the two prime ministers of the dynasty, Yang Wan and Chang Gun, both of whom the dynasty, appreciated his talents very much. Even the sons and sons of these governors were like this. Then this year's behavior must be him!

Amid the sound of admiration and despair, Zheng Zi stood upright and turned to look at Gao Yue who was stunned. He said, "I want to lose the Imperial College, but I can only lose it, and others are not qualified."
Chapter completed!