After the young couple had an in-depth exchange of ideas, Su Cai'er remembered to ask how she should treat Mr. Zhu if he came later.

Zhao Ce simply said, "Just do what you did before."

Then he took his little wife and continued to Yunyu.

After this recharge, Zhao Ce returned to the Imperial College the next day with a satisfied look on his face.

The classmates he met all gathered around and congratulated the high-spirited Zhao Ce.

"He ranked first in the provincial examination and was summoned by the Holy Father to give lectures in the East Palace. Uncle Yongxi is really talented."

"That day at the Luming Banquet, I heard that the father-in-law who presented the reward said personally that the Holy Father had praised Uncle Yongxi's talent and learning, but I didn't expect that he would let you, Uncle Yongxi, come to the palace to give lectures as a scholar."

Everyone was filled with envy in their words.

They might not be so envious of Jieyuan from Beizhili alone.

Maybe he went to the East Palace to give lectures to the prince. The gold content of this job is much more expensive than the gold of the first prize.

Most of the cabinet members in the past dynasties came from the James House.

Zhao Ce has not even finished the imperial examination yet, but he has obtained the results that others can only get after several years of imperial examination.

If you say this, why don't you envy others?

Therefore, everyone thought that he had just learned about the Yuan Dynasty and was called to the East Palace to give lectures to the prince. That was why he was so energetic.

Zhao Ce was also in a good mood and nodded in response to everyone.

If you get first place in the Shuntianfu Township Examination, then the classes in the Imperial College will also have to change.

Chengxin Hall, where Zhao Ce is currently studying, ranks second among the Imperial College.

After getting first place in the provincial examination, regardless of his usual course grades, Zhao Ce will be promoted to the first-class "Suixingtang".

I came here today for this very reason.

After chatting with everyone for a while, Xuezheng took Zhao Ce and others to the "Sui Xing Hall" and signaled that Zhao Ce would attend classes here from now on.

Along with us, there are many people who have experienced this autumn.

Zhao Ce was still in the crowd and found Mr. Cao whom Chongyang had met.

Mr. Cao has also been watching him.

However, seeing so many people surrounding Zhao Ce, he did not move forward.

Xuezheng had nothing to explain, so he just let people in and waited for the teacher to give lectures.

As soon as Zhao Ce sat down, Mr. Cao came over with a piece of folded paper.

"Yong Xibo."

Zhao Ce nodded and motioned for him to sit next to him.

Mr. Cao is different from Mr. Cao in that he looks quite thin.

But despite losing weight, my spirits are still good.

He handed over the paper in his hand and said generously: "I was on the mountain during the Double Ninth Festival. Thank you for helping me out."

"I don't have anything in my lower body, and I don't know how to thank you."

"Therefore, I have been staying at home these past few days and wrote a poem to Uncle Yongxi to express my gratitude."

In ancient times, it was very common for literati to send poems or paintings written by themselves as gifts of thanks.

Zhao Ce took it with a smile and opened it directly in front of Mr. Cao.

"Autumn shadows and flying geese, picking chrysanthemums and drinking wine. Climbing high with friends, dancing with joy. The sound of the piano is long..."

Zhao Ce glanced at the poem and then at the person next to him.

He tentatively said: "Master Cao's poems seem quite...very relaxing."

In fact, Zhao Ce wanted to ask, how come this poem is still so cheerful when Mr. Cao was ostracized when he climbed high that day?

Mr. Cao didn't know whether he understood what he meant. He had a smile on his face and a calm tone.

"It's natural to be happy during the holidays."

“We have just passed the autumn season, and it’s time to be happy, so why should we be sad about spring and sad about autumn?”

I didn't do anything that day, so I got a box of ridiculously expensive snacks.

I wrote a poem as a gift in return, even though I lost some brain cells.

But no matter how you calculate it, it’s not a loss.

How can you not be happy about this?

Zhao Ce looked at him and said with a smile, "Indeed."

After the gifts were given, the doctor who gave the lecture almost arrived.

Mr. Cao said goodbye to Zhao Ce politely and returned to his seat.

Unlike Zhao Ce, he is not very smart.

The Cao family spent a lot of effort to send him to study in the Imperial College.

Naturally, I have to study hard so that I can return home in fine clothes in the future.

After Mr. Cao said this, Zhao Ce, who was still a little erratic, quickly calmed down.

It's almost October now, and I will try it in February next year.

After changing schools, the atmosphere of studying hard in the school became even stronger.

Those who have traveled a hundred miles can't relax at this time.

I had already prepared almost all the topics I should write about during the provincial examination.

Zhao Ce did not intend to just use cramming exams to study for himself like before.

Instead, he went to the Imperial College on time every day to listen to the lectures given by the lecturers.

Although many people in later generations held a critical attitude towards the Eight-Part Essay Examination.

It is said that it restricts people's thinking and makes the entire society stagnant.

But Zhao Ce didn't have much disgust.

On the contrary, the more he read in ancient times, the more he realized the meaning of the three characters of eight-part essay.

Zhao Ce believes that this is the fairest imperial examination system so far in history.

The framework has been set and the content of the exam has been specified.

Even those whose families have no money and cannot start studying at a young age can still have a chance to get ahead with their hard work.

Of course, if society wants to progress, these things will also be eliminated in the future.

This is how Zhao Ce treats his exams with awe.

After attending classes during the day, I went home and thought about what lessons I would teach the prince again in the middle of next month.

As for the reforms he told Emperor Hongzhi last time, Zhao Ce did not mention it to anyone.

He is waiting too.

Let's wait and see how Emperor Hongzhi will handle this matter.

...

A few days passed like this.

This day.

Inside the palace.

Emperor Hongzhi came down from court, postponed the meeting, and met Kong Hongxu who was waiting in the palace first.

Kong Hongxu has really aged very much in the past six months.

Even if I was given a seat, my breathing would be extremely heavy while sitting on a stool.

Emperor Hongzhi came down to court and was a little worried when he saw Kong Hongxu's face.

He whispered and asked the imperial doctor to wait in the side hall, fearing that Kong Hongxu would not be able to survive the wait.

Kong Hongxu didn't know why the emperor suddenly summoned him.

Last time Li Dongyang came back from Qufu and visited him, he kept the door closed to thank guests.

Kong Hongxu had a premonition that his end was coming, and he was already preparing to ask Zhao to return to his hometown.

In this life, although he made mistakes, he also tarnished his reputation.

But fortunately, he was reincarnated well and regained his official status before his death.

Seeing Emperor Hongzhi approaching, he struggled to stand up and salute.

Emperor Hongzhi said warmly: "Confucius is not in good health, so this ceremony will be waived."
To be continued...