Du He didn't know that Fang Xuanling's comments on him were so unbearable. At this time, he was busy in the west yard and sweating profusely. There were a lot of servants and maids around him, but there was no one that could come in handy.

The horseshoe was hit back, and the size was appropriate, but for the people in the Du family, from Du Gou to Xiaomi, the horseshoe was the first time a big girl got into a sedan chair, and no one knew where to start.

In the end, I still kept my own spare time at home. The ex-groom, who has changed his job to herd cattle, came up with a barely reliable idea, which was to use a wider rope to hang the horse up, so that the horse can not be tightened, making it easier to work.

Du He is an action faction and now appoints himself as the director of the Operations Department of Saving Xiaobai (that white horse), the former groom as the leader of the action group, and Du Chong as the leader of the logistics group, each with several team members.

In the following time, everyone worked hard, using beams without shelves, and using bed sheets without ropes. The power of the nine ox and two tigers finally hung the four hooves of the white horse in the air.

"What should I do next?" Du He asked with his hands tied around Xiaobai, who was already confused.

"Uh..., it should be cutting the horse's hoof. The villain felt that he wanted to nail the horse's sole to the horse's hoof. At least the horse's hoof needs to be a plane and cannot be as uneven as it is now."

The former groom had experience in trimming the horse's hooves, so this glorious and arduous task was handed over to him again.

Before taking action, Du He patted his shoulder solemnly and said, "For you personally, this may be just a small step in your career, but for the Datang horseman, this is a big step in creating history. Do it well, I am optimistic about you."

"No, the villain will fulfill his mission." Maft immediately rushed forward with a knife as if he was injected with chicken blood.

Swish, swish, swish..., in just a moment of hard work, all the four horses' hooves were neatly cultivated by the groom.

Du He was overjoyed when he saw this, throwing out four iron pieces, and full of enthusiasm: "Spike on."

"Okay."

The groom was in a good mood when he was able to do his old job again. He grabbed a nail and put it in his mouth, held a hammer in one hand and a horseshoe in the other. He was like a help from God, and completed all the work in a very short time and placed all four iron pieces on the horseshoe.

After one by one, Du He, director of the Operations Department, solemnly announced that the operation to save Xiaobai was a complete success.

Yes, it was successful, and it took two full hours, and I didn't even have to eat supper, so I finally nailed the four iron pieces.

Everyone was very happy. After putting Xiaobai down, everyone slapped and celebrated by listening to the crisp sound of metal hitting the ground.

Only Du Chong was crying silently in his heart. Raising horses... Raising horses costs money.

...

"Young master, it's time to have breakfast."

The next morning, the maid Xiaomi thoughtfully brought the slightly warm millet porridge and gently placed it on the table. She woke Du He who had been sleeping until dark and said, "Today, the young master will go to the palace to study, so I dare not waste any more time."

Entering school? Du Hemu vaguely remembered that something seemed to be happening, so he immediately reacted and asked, "When is it now?"

"Young Master, now it's... Chen Shi San." Xiaomi stood at the door and looked at the sky outside.

Chen time three minutes... Chen time... is 7:30, Chen time three minutes, it is...

Du He converted it secretly and was shocked.

Fuck, it's almost 8:30.

What else can I eat? No matter in ancient times or modern times, it is impossible for any school to start classes at 9 o'clock, right?

At that moment, Du He didn't care much anymore, and reached out and grabbed the millet porridge on the table and sent it to his mouth, pouring it into his stomach.

I was taking out the Xiaomi Mi that I was going out of the food box: l(?o?)”.

Where is the porridge? Did I just forgot to serve it?

Last time, a beggar on the street drank a bowl of porridge in three sips, allowing Xiaomi to understand the true meaning of the striking heaven and man. Now, Mr. Du, using a speed that even beggars could not reach, once again made her understand what it means to have heaven and there are people outside of heaven.

Beggars and other low-key things are so bad that they have to look at my second son than to eat!

Du He didn't care about what was going on in Xiaomi's mind and put the porridge bowl on the table: "Okay, don't take it anymore. Leave the rest for dinner. Change your clothes quickly, leave, leave."

...

Hongwenguan is located in the southeast corner of Tai Chi Palace, adjacent to Menxia Province. It is the top aristocratic school in the Tang Dynasty, no doubt about it.

Du He relied on his home to be very close to the palace, so he rushed to the museum before the first class at Si hour, and found the classroom under the guidance of the servants in the museum.

The moment he stood at the door, he was immediately stared at by more than 20 top playboys in the Tang Dynasty. The old man with white beard who was talking about something stopped, turned around with a little dissatisfaction, and looked at Du He who was rashly coming up.

This scene made Du He feel familiar for a while, as if he had returned to the familiar university campus, calmly tidy up his clothes and bowed to the old man inside without changing his face: "Sir, student Du He is late."

What a shameless Du Erlang, who is still late and can keep his face unchanged and his heart beats. He has a very good look!

The playboys all gave him thumbs up and praised him with their backs.

The old man with white beard had no extra expression. He glanced at Du He and said lightly: "You are Du He, Du Erlang of the Du family? Your Majesty mentioned you to me yesterday and recommended you to go to Hongwenguan to study with me."

Du He smiled modestly: "When you say that, your Majesty is so kind that you can recognize the beads with wise eyes."

The white-bearded old man had a twitch on his calm face. If you don’t know how to use idioms, don’t use it. Can you use it at this time with a wise eye?

I feel tired, this class of students is so hard to take!

After calming down for a while, the old man's voice became much heavier: "Du He, I only said that Your Majesty recommends you to study in Hongwenguan with me, but I did not say that I had agreed."

Du He smiled bitterly and vaguely saw the shadow of the old professor who had brought him back then.

It’s a pity that this has been a time difference of more than 1,400 years. Why is the teacher still like this? He has not kept pace with the times at all.

Taking back those unreliable ideas, Du He smiled and said, "So that's it. Then, I wonder how the teacher will agree to the students' admission?"

The old man twisted his beard and thought for a while, and said slowly: "Your father has just passed away, so I can't make things difficult for you. Let's do this. Today, I am teaching them the Book of Songs. If you can use the time you walk from the door to me and write a seven-character poem to introduce yourself, you will pass."

Du He's eyes turned dark and he almost fainted.

Fuck, it's too cruel, right? Isn't this a difficult situation?

Du He took a look at the distance between herself and the old man, and made a full plan and six steps!

However, after six steps, I will stand on the old man's head.

In other words, you can only walk five steps between yourself and the old man at most.

Five steps, Cao Pi left seven steps for Cao Zhi back then, but the old man actually left only five steps for himself, and he even wanted to write a seven-character poem introducing himself.

While Du He cursed in his heart, all the playboys in the classroom also changed their faces, and sympathetic eyes turned to Du He.

Brothers, let me mourn!

Who made you unlucky? Not only did you be late, but you even hit Old Man Lu’s hand!

It’s also your fault that you are unlucky. You are destined to be out of luck with Hongwenguan in this life.

I don’t know the old man with white beard. They have been with the old man’s tyranny for a long time, and they all know that this old guy is definitely the one who does what he says.

This old man's surname is Lu, his name is Yuanlang, his courtesy name is Deming, and his character is hard and old-fashioned. In the early years of Zhenguan, he was appointed as the head of the Hongwenguan office and the Consulate General Officer, and was the legendary principal.

Now, since he said that Du He would write a seven-character poem to introduce himself within a few steps, he would never take this back.

If Du He could not meet his request, he would really pass by Hongwenguan. Even if there was an emperor's recommendation, it would be useless. Yes, Lao Lu was so tough.

As for Du He was able to fulfill Lu Yuanlang's requirements...

Damn, there must be a limit for bragging and pussy.

Everyone is busy in the capital, and no one knows who?

If Du Erlang knew how to write poems, I would climb out of the house on all sides.

"How about it, have you considered it?" Lu Yuanlang didn't care what these dandy people thought, and stroked their beards without giving Du He any preparation time: "Young Master Du doesn't want to stand there and want to spend a few days. I have limited time, so I'm afraid I don't have the patience to wait."

To be honest, the reason why he pressed so hard was not because Du Cha was late, nor because Du Ruhui had died of illness.

He has no grudges with Lao Du, so he will not be like this.

Besides, even if there is really a grudge, as he is, he will not be as knowledgeable as a junior.

Even for Lu Yuanlang, one more student in Hongwenguan has no effect on him. Anyway, one sheep is driven and two sheep are put away.

The purpose of Hongwenguan's existence is actually that Li Er wants to restrain those playboys so that they can cause trouble everywhere outside, and no one expects them to learn anything.

But Du He is different. The story of him beating the King of Han yesterday has spread, and Lu Yuanlang has even heard of three or four versions.

In his opinion, Du He is just a thorny head with no lord and unruly eyes. Staying in the museum is definitely a blessing, not to mention that His Majesty also wants him to accept him as a disciple. Isn’t this a joke?

The old man lived for most of his life and had a good reputation. He didn't want to be ruined by Du He in the last journey of his life.

It is precisely because of this that he deliberately set up questions to make things difficult for Du He, hoping that Du He could retreat when he saw the difficulties.

As for... Du He really met his requirements, what would happen if he wrote poems in such a short time...

Lu Yuanlang must admit: That is the will of God, which is beyond the reach of manpower.

However, Lao Lu only considered himself, but did not consider Du He's feelings.

Du He was forced to the edge of the cliff in front of everyone, and it was a foregone conclusion that the Du family lost power. If he was driven out by him today, then the future would be almost unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Du He made up his mind, I'll go to your uncle, who do you love? I'm a 21st century online writer who is still afraid of writing (copying) poems?

He bowed his hand again and bowed to Lu Yuanlang: "Sir, since he wants to take the exam, He dares not obey his orders."

After saying this, I had already taken a step.

The hearts of the playboys were stumbled.

Fuck, this brother is a cruel man!

Is this a poem that cannot be written, and I am so angry that I want to beat the teacher?

Lu Yuanlang was also stunned. He never expected that Du He would really dare to take the call.
To be continued...