Yan Ying's face was held in the spring exam, and he also chose Kung Fu and Weird.

When you are smelting, you only seek money without spending money, and learn to be selfless with your heart.

Everyone looks at the changes of the dragon gate, and the flying and singing of the oriole valley will be the same.

Who is the only one who is happy to be the one who is the one who is in heaven and the new poem?

————Wang Ya's "Master Guangxuan congratulates the release of the results and thanks with poems"

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"Master, since I am just practicing calligraphy, I can ask the students of the Taixue Library for advice." Gao Yue no longer wants to have a relationship with these "female crowns" and "female scripture writers".

"Yi Song, since you are in the essay and poetry scene, then you'll be right to look for her." Xue Yaoying retreated to the mat, lowered her eyes, and painted on the short table again. "You know, in this Chang'an city, she can copy the book "Qiyun", even the Jiyun collected in Jixianyuan, the Secretary-General of the Court, was copied by her."

"Is that true?" Gao Yue did not expect that in this era, people would not say that they would copy books by hand, and specialized books had to be copied by specialized people. Therefore, the collection of books in the Tang Dynasty was not expensive.

It seems that Xue Yaoying is not talking nonsense, but is prescribed the right medicine. She is inseparable from writing poetry and essays, so she asked him to find the mysterious female writer of Shengye Temple.

At this time, the large area of ​​land between Tongjifang and Changlepo was dark, and since the contract loan note had been signed, Xue Yaoying said to Gao Yue, "Yi Song, stay in Hongshao Pavilion tonight. It will not be too late to return to the Imperial College tomorrow. Remember to keep silent about your affairs tonight."

In the side room of Xiaoting's house, Gao Yue sat restlessly on the eight-legged couch, beside the candlelight, Zhihui took off half of her arm's shirt, and she was wearing the light yellow gauze shirt all over her body. Her delicate body of fourteen years old appeared faintly under the candlelight, "Please rinse your mouth, my husband." Zhihui half-kneeled in front of him and said softly.

Gao Yue rinsed his mouth embarrassedly, and Zhihui lowered his body to take off the six-held boots. Perhaps the calves of the original owner (the one who was burned) of the boots were thinner by the owner's current owner, so Zhihui took a little effort, and her little face turned red. Her hands holding the side of the boots came and went violently, practicing hanging buns on her pink shoulders like butterflies, and the pair of developing buds under the green straps shook with her movements.

Gao Yue said "um" and felt that he would lose his composure if he continued like this, but it seemed that it was a little late. Zhihui asked the husband why he wanted to clamp his legs, so that the little maid would be even more difficult to take off his boots.

"I'll take off myself, I'll take off myself." To cover up the embarrassment, Gao Yue hurriedly bent down, took back his legs, pulled off his boots, and then smiled and said, "I'll do the rest by myself, I'll do it myself."

In this way, after having a beautiful sleep at Hongshao Pavilion, Gao Yue came to Tongjifang early the next morning, where Chefang Zhihui hired him a roof veil and sent him directly to Wubenfang in the north of the city.

As a result, when he arrived outside the Imperial College wall of Wubenfang, Gao Yue had just stepped down from the eaves and heard loud voices inside the wall. He wondered if something had happened, so he hurriedly walked in from the main entrance and saw Liu De's room running towards him in person. "What's going on?"

"A big incident happened. The current prime minister Yang Zhonglang is going to host all the important officials in the court in the name of birthday!" Liu Deshi held Gao Yue, "Yang Zhonglang used to be the priest of the Imperial College. Although he is the prime minister, he still cares about our Imperial College, so he specially placed the banquet here! Hurry, Yisong, we have to go back and change into orthodox clothes."

Gao Yue didn't know what Yang Wan was selling in the gourd for a moment, so he followed Liu Deshi through Tianlong behind the lecture hall and returned to the Taixue Pavilion.

Soon the entire Imperial College Fourth Hall was busy, whether it was a school official or a student, looking for dresses, cleaning, and collecting things.

In the afternoon, Gao Yue and hundreds of Imperial College students - Imperial College, Imperial College, and four schools, were all densely packed in the hall and sat on the mat according to the sequence. The weeds on the floor of the hall had been removed. The Imperial College officials also found ways to get screens, food tables, incense burners and other items, and finally dressed up a little - the screen was partitioned at the back door, so that the vegetable gardens and fields were blocked over there.

Gao Yue, Liu Deshi and the Duke of the Soldier all wore black skulls (a kind of headscarf) on them, with hairpins ( Gao Yue tied himself with twine inside, he was afraid that his hair would be exposed), he wore a deep clothes and leather straps, the sleeves and collar edges were all blue, and black leather shoes were worn. The whole lecture hall was full of solemnity, and even the Duke of the Soldier dared not take a breath.

Soon, after a burst of music, Yang Wan came to the Imperial College, and there were still only two or three servants beside him. He leaned on a rattan pole and insisted on walking and walked into the thesis.

"Hurry, sing the song of the deer song together." As soon as Wang Jiansi saw the Secretariat appear at the door, he turned around and shook his wrists at the students, just like a music conductor in later generations.

Suddenly, hundreds of Imperial College students in front of Gao Yue began to shake their heads and sang "Youyou deer sings, eat wild apples, I have guests, drumming the zither and playing the sway..."

Gao Yue also opened his mouth to the mouth and followed behind him.

Yang Wan, with white hair and beard, looked around, nodded first, and then calmed the students down. Before the other guests arrived, he stood in the center of the lecture hall and looked at the cold scene of the Imperial College. He burst into tears on the spot, "I didn't expect that after I left for the past few years, the Imperial College was still a deserted landscape, and I really killed me."

Hearing the prime minister say this, Wang Jiansi and Xiahou Zhiguan knew that it was time to cry and want breastfeeding, so they bowed their heads to the students sitting behind them, "Cry, cry for me!"

As a result, hundreds of Imperial College students immediately cried with Yang Wan's rhythm. Their clothes were covered with patches, and most of them were so poor that they were pale and thin, so they were particularly contagious when they cried. Yang Wan shed tears again and asked the Imperial College students to remove the screen that was blocking his eyes. "Don't stop, don't stop, the officials in the court will come immediately and let them see what kind of life the Imperial College students and students live on weekdays."

Gao Yue was mixed inside and saw the famous student crying. When he didn't pay attention, he was frightened by a wooden plate that was playing in his arms. The student was so scared that his face turned blue. He hurriedly put Yang Wan back while he was not paying attention.

As expected, the officials in the court, who were full of shock, rushed to the Imperial College. They could not understand why the minister of the Central Secretariat held a birthday party here, nor could they understand that Yang Wan actually held a birthday party. But when they walked to the Imperial College Hall, they immediately understood that most of the students in the Imperial College were ragged and mournful. Yang Wan stood in the center. Opposite the hall was full of vegetable gardens, and the food tables were all filled with simple fruits and vegetables, and even meat was rare.

So everyone suddenly understood in their hearts, and they all sat down dullly without saying a word.

There was no vocal music at all, no dance tribute, and even good wine. Many senior officials from the fourth and fifth ranks in the court sat there, looking at me and I looked at you, waiting for Yang Wan to come to the table to speak.

As a result, Yang Zhonglang's first words at the table were, "Please use it, all the dishes on the table were planted by teachers and students of the Imperial College."
Chapter completed!