Master Kang Ren is indeed floating like an aphrodisiac now. This is indeed the time when he is most proud. Even if the autumn wind is coming, it cannot eliminate the sincere gratitude and self-feeling secret joy on his face.

As a Master, the happiest thing is that his disciples are talented and responsible, and who can leave their names in this world. The geese leave their voices, and the people leave their traces. Even now in this small Songhe Academy, this is also a sign that the eagle begins to take off.

The one in his hand was the excellent work chosen by the Masters during this inspection. The introductory test of Songhe Academy was very strict. Although there were students like Princess Li who came to study or spend time for one reason or another, these people, Mr. Kang Ren and Mr. Kang Ren were all treated with disregard. Therefore, the level of students of Songhe Academy is also very high, and every time they were tested, one or two excellent works could appear.

For literati, tasting those poems is like drinking fine wine, and now, Mr. Kang's face is flushed and excited. He held the carefully selected poems in his hand, which was very excited. He instantly covered the entire garden with a loud voice that surpassed his somewhat thin body.

"Well, a good poem, this poem is a masterpiece."

The surprise in the voice was about to overflow, and with his words, the students in the venue all raised their heads and stared at the paper in Master Kang's hand with their eyes tightly. The heat in their eyes made Master Kang, who had always dealt with the big scenes, unable to bear it. Of course he knew what they meant. After all, everyone hoped that what they were writing in their hands was full of expectations and urgency.

Even Princess Li, who was watching the show on the side, raised her head, and Princess Li, who had broken a pot of soup, sneered at the masterpieces mentioned by the old master. She was very clear about the level of these so-called classmates, or had some talent, but it was impossible to reach the point that it was amazing at first glance.

A figure in my mind couldn't help but frowned. Although I admired his talent, he offended her eldest lady in the morning. Humph, she wouldn't say good things about him. Even if I think no one here can compare to him.

The students in the audience could stare at him without blinking. Seeing this, Kang Ren smiled understandingly. At this time, he knew that if he continued to talk nonsense, he might be knocked off the stage by the students below. After all, suffocating people's appetite is the most unbearable thing. In the anger of the heroes, he, a bad old man, could only choose to compromise and nothing else.

"Huh? It seems that it's here!"

As soon as they walked to the entrance of the garden, Zhang Yang and the others heard the excited voice of Master Kang Ren. This somewhat vicissitudes but full of energy was like the sound of nature. When they looked at each other, they could see the surprise in each other's eyes.

After all, they had almost walked the entire academy, and no one noticed it. This incredible thing made people feel a little creepy, not to mention the uglier chirping of birds, which made the place full of a gloomy feeling. If there was no one in this last place, Zhang Yang would almost think that this place was a fierce place and had a ghost!

Fortunately, Mr. Kang saved them invisibly once. He knew how excited and passionate the old man was when he heard the sound. Mr. Zhang gave him a favor. Of course, he had no unreasonable thoughts that he could not tell others.

Zhao Zijian was obviously relieved. Everything was not going well today. Just now, he wanted to make a suggestion to go back. Although Songhe Academy had reasons for him to come, from the beginning to now, all the unreasonable aspects made Zhao Zijian think that it was his delusion that God could not see. Yes, he was just a little person, right? Since he couldn't get it, why bother with being obsessed with it? What's the difference between such a result and taking self-indulgence?

There is not a single person in the huge academy, so he doesn't even have to find a reason. Now he no longer needs to consider whether he can get that illusory opportunity for extra trial even if Young Master Zhang comes forward, so what if he can? Can he really pass? Zhao Zijian is a little discouraged. People are always shaken by what they insist on after multiple blows, and Zhao Zijian is obviously one of them.

Fortunately, at the last moment when he was about to give up, Mr. Kang's voice floated over, Zhao Zijian's fitness trembled, he still had a chance, but fortunately, he did not give up. He smiled. This simple action is so difficult to do now. Zhang Dashou's masterpiece is still displayed in the world, his face is swollen like a pig's head. This action made him feel very uncomfortable and painful, but he raised hope in his heart.

Taking a breath, Zhao Zijian followed Zhang Dashen into the garden.

This should be the garden of the academy, with a lot of vegetation planted. If it is spring, it will be green, everything will be revived and full of vitality. When it is summer, it will be colorful, passionate and unrestrained, venting its best time, but now it is autumn.

Autumn is a season of harvest. The ripe fruits exude a strong fragrance, which is mouth-watering and makes people feel salivated, but these are just in fantasy.

This is a garden, not an orchard. The trees planted in it are already bare at this time. Occasionally, there are a few yellow leaves. Because they are nostalgic and cold in the high place, they do not mean that the fallen leaves return to their roots. They still grow tenaciously and stubbornly on the branches. When blown by the wind, they are shaking, adding a touch of bleakness to the entire autumn garden.

Along the entrance, there is a path paved with white cobblestones. It is not very wide. It is winding all the way, and you walk along the path with a scent of flowers. A burning flame appears in front of you, but clusters of blooming yellow chrysanthemums compete for beauty.

As the road turned, Zhang Yang saw a high platform not far ahead. At this time, a thin old man was holding the paper in his hand with a red face, and was lying the things written on it loudly. Listening to the erratic words, Zhang Yang couldn't help but smile. No wonder he couldn't see anyone. It turned out that they were all here.

There were many students sitting in the audience, and it was estimated that there were more than 100 people. This was already a large number of academies in ancient times. Studying was always a matter of the privileged class of the superiors.

All things are inferior, only those who study well; those who talk and laugh are great scholars, but those who come and go are not white.

Scholars had a high status in ancient times. Compared with college students who flew everywhere in later generations, they lived in heaven in order to find a job that could make a living! Even later, there was a law that could not be punished by scholars and officials, which made these scholars even more popular.

Moreover, in the Tang Dynasty, the children of merchants were not allowed to take scientific examinations, which reduced the enthusiasm of the children of merchants who had mastered a lot of money. As long as they knew how to read and settle accounts, they had no requirements, so it was enough to find a down-and-out scholar at home. However, most of the people who were allowed to participate were unable to take out the training to let their children go on the road of studying because of the difficulties of life. What's more, as a boy, many of them were already laborers at home, so naturally there were a lot of farm work waiting for them to do. Where did they get the time to shake their heads and recite them?

It is precisely for this reason that most academies do not have many students, and some have only a few, which are the same size as private schools run by their families.

So when Zhang Yang saw these people, he was a little surprised. However, with the reputation of Songhe Academy in Chang'an and Tang Dynasty, it attracted students very much. There is no shortage of students, and it is normal to have so many people. If there is no such strict and perverted admission qualification examination, I believe there will be more people.

"The fragrance of autumn has become a poet's poem,

The good news is now passed down to the evening festival.

It's not like the west wind keeps guests,

The plum blossoms have faded for a long time."

Finally finished reading this poem, Master Kang still closed his eyes and savored it. It seemed that he had a delicious meal, which made people feel nostalgic. He shook his head slightly, his beard was raised and he was blown by the wind, and he had a very hermit-like demeanor. However, in the eyes of Mr. Zhang, this old man was as straight as a pretentious person. It was not written by you, so why are you proud? Mr. Zhang was very disdainful.

Although this poem is indeed good, isn’t it just a show of the genius in front of me, the number one talented man in the Tang Dynasty? When the golden mouth opens, which one is worse than this? After all, I have a huge cheater, and the poems that have been passed down through the ages in my head. How could I like these? As for the origin of those poems, Mr. Zhang has already decided to accept them all. After all, he, a little butterfly, flapping his wings and igniting the flames, may not have the chance to appear, and even the great gods and little minions, he is going to move the poems that will never be seen to the sun, so that they can shine with their own light.

For your selfless dedication, you will take the initiative in doing this kind of voluntary labor and never refuse.

Thinking of this, Mr. Zhang shook his head and looked up with Master Kang on the stage, tilting his head high. Of course, Master Kang had an intoxicated expression, but what was made by Master Zhang could only make people arrogant and make people beat up that high, as if they were looking down on their faces. This girl was just here to play.

If you stand high, you can see far, and you want to see thousands of miles away, and you can go to the next level. This is indeed true. Mr. Kang on the stage soon discovered two alternatives, Mr. Zhang and Zhao Zijian. After all, the students of Songhe Academy were wearing clothes with agreeable colors and styles, which would help improve the students' friendship and strengthen their cohesion.

Now, although Zhang and Shao are dressed up by students, their clothes are very different from those of the academy. Moreover, these two people are completely innocent. As a master, they have a deep impression of their students. After all, there is a saying in this era: One day is a teacher and a father for life! Heaven, Earth, the king, and the teacher are the "teacher".

As a teacher who is equivalent to his father, how can he not remember his students? So, where did these two people emerge?
Chapter completed!