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131 Prodigy (one more)
Strictly speaking, there is no blame for this matter. The exam papers of the Imperial College Mongolian School are different from year to year. Only one year of the foreign language test occurred, and it was ten years ago.
That paper could not be sold for a long time, and the people in the study would not print it. Therefore, when Xiao Liulang went to the study to buy the entrance examination papers for the years of Guozi Jianmeng education, he did not buy this one.
Xiaojingkong is a smart kid, and he can learn it seriously if he teaches him. If he fails to pass the exam, then it is the problem of the two adults.
The examiners who made the papers did have the hearts of the child prodigies this time. These child prodigies are inevitably arrogant and conceited because they are naturally smarter than ordinary people. They just want to give them a stab at the exam and poke the spirit of the prodigies.
When the examiners started to mark the papers, it was no accident that the last three questions were overturned.
All the answers were correct. The most powerful one was to write a complete seven-character quatrain of Zhao Country, and three words were wrong. The rest of the candidates only wrote a few words.
The examiners were too happy, and it seems that this year's brats are going to be in class.
However, when they changed to the last test paper, they suddenly couldn't laugh.
Who is this? What do you write all about?
"Is this kid writing nonsense?" an examiner asked.
Another examiner faintly felt something was wrong: "I seem to have seen this kind of text somewhere."
The two invited the most prestigious language teacher in the Imperial College. After seeing the master, he could not give a positive answer for a while: "I, I have to let my teacher take a look."
The master took the Xiaojingkong test papers to a house in the capital, and found a tenth-level Sanskrit researcher who was over the past few years.
Finally, more than a dozen Sanskrit research elders came to the conclusion: This examinee wrote in Tianzhu language.
It is said that Tianzhu language is the language created by Brahma, the patron saint of Buddhism, so it is also called Sanskrit.
"Then what did he write?" an examiner asked.
The master said: "He wrote a Buddhist scripture."
Everyone: "..."
Is this okay?
It took them one day to publish the papers, and three days to translate Xiao Jingkong's Buddhist scriptures.
For the first time, the examiners of Wannian students were confused by a student.
Examiner one: "No points can be given."
Examiner 2: "Yes, he didn't answer the questions as required."
Examiner three: "Moreover, the characters are too hard to read."
Examiner Four: "...That's because he wrote Sanskrit, right?"
Examiner Four was beaten by a group!
What's the truth?
Xiaojingkong finally entered the Guozijian Mongolian School with the seventh overall result.
Small headroom is very frustrated.
He tasted frustration for the first time in his life.
In front of his bad brother-in-law, he boasted that Haikou would definitely be the first place in the exam, but he only passed the seventh exam.
Gu Yan rarely took the opportunity to taunt him, patted his little shoulder and said, "Okay, you are already better than many children. When I was as young as you, I didn't know a big word!"
Xiao Jingkong thought about it for a moment, then suddenly cried: "Will I be as stupid as you when I grow up? Wow--"
Gu Yan: "..."
How hard I can think of, a scumbag came to comfort a scumbag!
On the morning of October 27th, Xiao Liulang also started his entrance examination at the Imperial College.
Guozijian suspended school for nearly four years, and a large part of the original students also rushed over to take the exam.
There are three grades in the Imperial College. After entering the prison, they are not ranked according to their age and seniority, but only enter the grades based on their scores.
Those with poor grades enter the three classes of Zhengyi, Chongzhi, and Guangye. This is the first grade and the semester is one and a half years.
Those with medium grades enter the second class of Shudao and Sincerity. This is the second year and the semester is also one and a half years.
In the end, there is the Freedom Hall. This is the highest grade in the Imperial College. Unlike the previous five classes, which are all divided into Class A and Class B, the Freedom Hall has only one class. Freshmen are unlikely to pass the exams. They usually have been studying at the Imperial College for three years, and then they can only be promoted to the Xingxingtang after a very rigorous exam.
However, this year Xingxingtang has a recommended quota-the grandson of Mr. An, the grandson of Taifu Zhuang.
An Junwang is a recognized young talent, and his talent was well-known in the Six Nations as early as when Chen Country was hostage. It stands to reason that such a talented person can be reused by the court without any scientific research.
However, the banker has an ancestral precept, all the children of the banker must end the imperial examination.
The dealer has produced many imperial examination talents over the years, and of course there are also those who have failed the examination. The dealer is so powerful that the common people feel that it is commonplace to pass the examination, but the examination will be criticized by thousands of people and ridiculed by the people.
The dealer didn't care about the comments of the world, and insisted on sending all the dealer's sons to the examination room.
The king of Anjun lived up to the expectations and was the Xieyuan of the high school in the township examination.
As we all know, the competition in the capital is the biggest, and the Xieyuan in the capital is also the most rare, otherwise the Imperial College would not make an exception to send him into the Xingxingtang.
The speed of scoring at the Imperial College is not blowing. After the exam on the 27th, the score was fully achieved on the morning of the 29th.
This year's new students generally performed well, but some old students who had been delayed for a few years due to closed learning are a little slack. Reading is like sailing against the current.
However, this is not the case for all senior students. The teaching quality of the Imperial College is unquestionable, and if you use a little thought, the exam will not be too bad.
Not surprisingly, most of the students admitted to the Shuxingtang this time are old students.
Only when they sorted out the last test paper they found an unfamiliar name.
"Xiao Liulang?" Zheng Siye asked, "Where did this student come from? Did the Imperial College have a name called Xiao Liulang before?"
"Isn't it a freshman?" Li Siye asked.
Zheng Siye frowned: "How can freshmen take the exam so well?"
This result can also be among the best in Shixingtang.
The two senior executives transferred out Xiao Liulang's student status, and found out that he was really a freshman, and had passed the Xieyuan in Youzhou area in the middle and high school of the township test.
Li Siye smiled: "This is the first time a freshman has been admitted to the Xingxingtang, right?"
He was inexplicably looking forward to it.
Zheng Siye said coldly: "Don't forget, Junwang An is also a freshman, this candidate named Xiao Liulang is just lucky, and the new Wang Fei'an Junwang is none other than good luck."
Li Siye didn't dare to refute this.
Even though King Ann did not participate in the entrance examination, anyone with a discerning eye could see that his talents were higher than those of the old students in the singular hall. If he takes the exam, can someone else's be the first one?
Of course, this new student is also dazzling enough.
Li Siye kept his eyes on him, read all his academic records and materials, and then realized something: "He is not the one who wrote that he advocated cutting the vassal and cursed the emperor with a bloody head, right?"
At that time, it was a bit of a nuisance. The invigilators all over Youzhou made a sensation. The examiner who was sent to preside over the rural examinations in Youzhou was a good friend of Li Siye. After he returned to Beijing, he talked to Li Siye about it in private. Article.
After listening to Li Siye, his eyelids jumped suddenly, so are the candidates going to die? Dare to arrange the emperor like this?
He naturally didn't dare to give too high a score in this game, for fear that if the emperor wanted to see it, he would be angry.
But he couldn't hold back his first and third exams too well, so you still have to understand Yuan.
So this is really a very capable candidate, and it is by no means lucky that he was admitted to the Shuxingtang.
It's just that Li Siye couldn't explain so much to Zheng Siye.
There is no ranking in the exams of the Imperial College, and only the respective classes are given.
Xiao Liulang entered the Lixingtang, Feng Lin entered the second grade Chengxintang, and Lin Chengye also entered the Chengxintang. The difference is that Feng Lin is in Class A of Chengxin Hall and Lin Chengye is in Class B of Chengxin Hall.
On the other side, Gu Yan and Gu Xiaoshun’s private school have also settled. They are in Qinghe College near the Imperial College. The formalities have been completed and they will be able to enroll next month.
Gu Jiao made a big table of good dishes, and called Feng Lin and Lin Chengye to the house to celebrate everyone's start of school.
The capital became cold at the end of October. It is said that the top of the Huguolong Temple has already had the first snowfall, and it must be coming soon in the city.
The silver charcoal that Gu Jiao stocked earlier was put to use. She bought a few hand warmers and put the silver charcoal in it. It could warm up for an hour. When they came back at noon, they would get a new one.
Now that the price of charcoal has risen again, fortunately, Gu Jiao had the foresight to stock up enough charcoal and saved a lot of money for the family.
On the first day of school, Xiao Jingkong wanted to give it away.
Gu Jiao sent him and Xiao Liulang to the Imperial College, and then sent Gu Xiaoshun and Gu Yan to Qinghe College.
When she returned to the house in Bishui Hutong, the old lady was just getting up and was sitting on a wicker chair in the backyard teasing the little eagle that Gu Changqing had sent.
This young eagle was picked up by Gu Changqing under the cliff. It should have fallen off the cliff not long after he was born. As for whether he fell by himself or was fanned down by his mother with her wings, I don’t know. In short, his mother seems to have forgotten. Picked it back.
That's the case, it didn't admit its fate either, it struggled stubbornly in place to stand up, its small body seemed to have great power hidden.
A slender figure quickly emerged in Gu Changqing's mind.
He brought the young eagle back to the alley.
The people in the hutong didn't know the origin of the young eagle, so it was just as Xiao Jingkong said that it was a gift from his elder brother.
The young eagle is very fierce, anyone in the family will be pecked by it, but the old lady has a trick.
The old lady opened the chicken coop.
The seven little chickens in the small clearance came out stumblingly. They are very brave chicks. They entered the cage of the little eagle without fear, and then lined up like they usually do in the small clearance. Feed the young eagle a bite of raw meat.
The little eagle has seven mother chickens, so he is very well-behaved.
The old lady looked happily.
Gu Jiao walked over and said, "Auntie, I'll go to the barracks and give my second uncle Gouwa something."
When he left the village, Xue Ningxiang asked them to send a letter to the second uncle Gouwa, a few thick winter clothes, and a safety charm that Xue Ningxiang asked for from the temple.
Gu Jiao added another jar to make her own pickles and jerky.
The old lady nodded: "Go ahead."
There are several military camps in the capital. The Hushan camp that Gu's family is going to is not too far away. If it is soon, it will be there in half an hour.
Gu Jiao hired a carriage.
When arrived at the barracks, was training soldiers, and could hear the bloody voices of soldiers from far away.
The carriage stopped outside the barracks.
A soldier came over and reached out to stop the carriage: "Who?"
Gu Jiao got out of the carriage and said to him, "I'm here to find someone, he is under Lieutenant General Hu, and his name is Tuesday Zhuang."
Gouwa's father is called Zhou Dazhuang.
The soldier looked at Gu Jiao up and down, and said impatiently: "Visiting is forbidden in the barracks, leave now!"
Gu Jiao said, "Just a short while."
The soldier said coldly: "That won't work either!"
Gu Jiao said, "I brought him something, and I will leave after I give it to him."
The soldier became more impatient: "You put it here, and I'll be sent in for you in a while!"
On Tuesday, Zhuang’s letter mentioned that some soldiers would detain what was sent in. Gu Jiao still wanted to hand it over to him personally: "Then when they finish training, I'll wait for him here."
The soldier frowned and said, "Hey, what's the matter with you? Is the barracks a place where you can stay casually? How do I know that you are not a meticulous worker?"
"I am not." Gu Jiao said.
The soldier yelled: "If you say it's not, it's not it? I still say you are!"
"What happened?"
A majestic voice came from the direction of the barracks.
The soldier turned his head and looked, and immediately saluted respectfully: "Master Duwei! Here comes a woman who said that she is looking for someone from our barracks, but she is training soldiers now. I will ask her to go back first, and I will put things in later. ."
Master Officer walked out of the barracks and came to the two of them.
The soldier's body is even lower.
Master Du Wei's eyes fell on Gu Jiao's face: "Is it you?"
Gu Jiao nodded: "It's me."
The soldier was stunned, you two...know?
This little girl doesn't seem to be from a very good background. How could she know the Captain from their barracks?
And when Master Officer talked to her, it didn't seem as terrible as usual...
Where is the good iron face Yama?
Gu Changqing looked at Gu Jiao: "Do you know someone in the barracks?"
Gu Jiao nodded again: "Well, we are in a village, his family is next to me, and his family asked me to pick up something for him."
Gu Changqing asked, "What's his name? Who's his subordinate?"
Gu Jiao said: "Tuesday is strong, Lieutenant General Hu's subordinate."
Gu Changqing said, "It's a coincidence that you came. Vice-General Hu just transferred to Qishan Barracks. Qishan Barracks is very far away, and now I won't be able to come back in the past night. You give me things, and I will help you with them tomorrow."
"It's hard work." Gu Jiao moved the things down.
The soldier looked dumbfounded. What is the origin of this little girl?
Gu Changqing looked at the soldiers: "Don't you know that Vice General Hu is no longer in the barracks?"
The soldier choked: "Small...small..."
Gu Changqing looked like a knife: "If you know it, don't tell her, and let her leave things here. I think you want to be greedy for yourself!"
The soldiers' legs are weak: "Little, little, dare not!"
Gu Changqing said coldly: "So you don't know? As a sentry post, you don't even know about such a big move in the barracks. It's a dereliction of duty!"
"Master Duwei, please!" The soldier threw himself on his knees.
Gu Changqing's goodwill is not an iron face.
The soldier was finally dragged down, fined a hundred army rods, and almost lost half of his life.
Gu Changqing wasn't helping Gu Jiao vent her anger, he had always treated her strictly.
After Gu Jiao gave the things to Gu Changqing, she rode back in the carriage. Before leaving, Gu Jiao asked him to tell Tue Zhuang her address. If there was anything wrong with Tue Zhuang, she would go to her home to find her.
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