Fortunately, Fan Yubi's bookboy knew where Chengxintang was. After finishing the meal in two or three, Li Chongrun found the location of Chengxintang under his guidance.
The so-called Chengxintang is actually the senior class of the Imperial College.
The Imperial College has three academies for scientific examinations, namely Guozixue, Taixue and Simenxue. Each has a lower-grade school to accept students from different backgrounds.
After completing the three years of study in the lower grades, the supervisors will enter the Chengshin Hall and the Shudo Hall, which are equivalent to the upper grades. After three years, they will enter the Suixing Hall, which is responsible for the final sprint. After completing their studies, they can take the imperial examination.
Therefore, Li Chongrun always thought that Chengxin Hall, where he would take the Jinshi examination in the future, would be a solemn scene, just like Hengshui Middle School before the college entrance examination.
However, everything will happen.
Just when he arrived at the outside of Chengxin Hall, Li Chongrun was startled by the lively atmosphere inside and outside.
Just like Poet Chen, who was the idol of the poet Li Bai, he looked very much like a general who had mistaken his talent.
Chengxintang has no sense of being a high-end institution at all. There are a group of supervisors inside and outside the room, making noisy and cursing there.
After squeezing his way into the Chengxin Hall among the crowds of people, Li Chongrun saw at first sight two rows of long tables in the middle of the classroom. Several supervisors were sitting face to face, arguing with each other with saliva.
It was just that it was covered up by the sounds of people shouting and cursing, reciting poems, singing songs, etc., so you couldn't hear what was being debated at all.
In the northeast corner of the classroom, the two Taoist priests I met when I entered school even set up a small table, and they seemed to be making tea and discussing Taoism.
A larger group of people gathered around Chen Ziang on the podium, listening to him brag about how unbearable and destitute Ituna was today despite his drooling saliva. When the love reached the depths, they were still on the spot.
I made a long poem and started reciting it babblingly, which attracted a lot of applause from the people around me.
Among the crowd beside the podium, there was a serious man who was concentrating on studying with a Wen Xin Diao Long. Li Chongrun hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, wanting to inquire about the situation. "This senior brother, students are polite."
"Oh, it turns out it's Mr. Li who is famous for his poetry. I haven't seen him for a few days. Song is feeling a little like three autumns apart." The man who read the book replied politely. Li Chongrun took a closer look and saw that he was in urgent need of medical treatment, but he didn't.
I found out that this was Dr. Song who presided over my entrance exam that day.
"Students have met Dr. Song. Doctor, do you know why the Chengxin Hall is so lively today?" Dr. Song was a smooth and sophisticated person, and he said a few good words for Li Chongrun when he enrolled in school that day, so he left a lasting impression on him.
not bad.
"Yesterday, this guy presided over the bet between Prince Fan and Prince Ituna. He was very excited when he came back. He kept talking non-stop. I was so excited by his words that I also made a bet."
"Yesterday, Mr. Song was ignorant of Mount Tai and bet that Prince Ituna would win, so today the Monastery Hall lost to the Chengxin Hall. Mr. Song was willing to admit defeat, so he came to the Chengxin Hall and accepted their ridicule."
"I didn't expect that Prince Naituna, who usually practices arithmetic very diligently, would actually lose to Young Master Li. Young Master is indeed a genius, and Mr. Song really admires him."
Dr. Song's words were very candid and his expression was extremely sincere.
However, when Li Chongrun was speaking, he discovered that no matter what movements and expressions Dr. Song made, the smile on his face did not diminish at all, and even the angle of the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes did not change at all.
Not only the expression on his face, but also his body movements are much more exaggerated than those of normal people, and he seems to be showing his sincerity all the time.
Thinking about it, if Dr. Song didn't wear a human skin mask that looked just like the real thing, he could only have practiced in front of the mirror for many years to make his fake smile look so natural.
And he openly used the winning and losing of bets between students to make bets, and he was able to talk about things like betting on peripherals in such a sanctimonious manner. This kind of thing made Li Chongrun express his deep admiration for Dr. Song's thick skin.
"Dr. Song acts openly and aboveboard, and students really admire him."
It was only at this time that Chen Ziang finally realized that the protagonist of his bragging story had arrived at the scene. He jumped down from the podium with a single step and reached out to pick him up in his hand.
"Come, come, come. Yesterday, this talented man Li toasted to relieve his sorrow and make his sorrow worse. Everyone must know him."
Li Chongrun lamented that he was really unhappy about the retribution of heaven. He had just laughed at the Itu child at noon and was carried in the hands of the great Chen poet like a chicken. Not long after, he was also lifted up, and even
They were shown from left to right, which was very embarrassing.
Secretly cursing the great poet's bad taste in his heart, all Li Chongrun could do was put on a cute smile and fulfill his duty as a mascot.
"Great Talent Li is coming to our Chengxin Hall today to say hello to everyone?"
Possibly Poet Chen felt a little tired from holding Li Chongrun like this all the time, so he finally freed Li Chongrun from the embarrassment of being displayed as a sample. He casually placed him on the podium. Fortunately, the podium was very high, so as long as Li Chongrun didn't deliberately lower his head,
You don’t have to look at that group of koi fish just waiting to be fed.
"Hello everyone. My name is Li Chongrun."
Li Chongrun was a little confused. It was obviously him who asked him to come. He thought that such a secret thing should not be done in a scene like the dark moon and the windy murderous night. But why was it done with such a big fanfare?
Just after saying hello, Li Chongrun felt that the scene seemed a little cold. All the supervisors just stared at him with admiration. There was silence.
Li Chongrun felt that there was a group of koi carps in front of him, moving around with their big mouths open on the water, waiting for food. But he was the fish food.
Embarrassed, he glanced at Poet Chen several times and did not see any reaction from him. Fortunately, Dr. Song was very understanding of human nature and helped him out.
"Everyone knows that Mr. Li is the number one poet in the past five hundred years, and he has a strong legacy from the Cao and Wei Dynasties. Today's class schedule is all about poems and essays. How about Li Caizi appreciate the glory and compose a five-character test poem?
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This was the second time Li Chongrun heard someone comparing himself to Cao Cao, and he always felt that there seemed to be something weird. But he didn't know what was wrong.
Young Master, I originally wanted to make a name for myself as a poet, but Dr. Song really gave me a pillow when he saw me falling asleep, Li Chongrun said to himself.
With the support of several supervisors on the side, Li Chongrun jumped down from the podium. He walked a few steps in the classroom, but faintly heard several supervisors chatting in low voices, "In ancient times, Cao Zhi wrote a poem in seven steps. If it weren't for this little Master Li,
Do you want to imitate the ancients?"
"I heard that the poem that made Mr. Li famous that day took only as long as the thunder was heard. If you really wanted to write a poem, how many steps would you have taken?"
"That day is that day. I think that even if Mr. Li is very resourceful, things like poetry still have to come from the heart. If you can't write it, you can't write it."
"It's six steps, it's been six steps."
Hearing the whispers in his ears, Li Chongrun didn't take it seriously. He vaguely saw some withered yellow thatch outside the house through the gaps in the crowd, and he thought of a poem by Bai Juyi.
"The grass on the plain grows brighter every year."
"Wild fire, in spring."
"The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city."
"Send the king and grandson off again, and the love is full of farewell."
The whole hall was silent.
It was just a somewhat pedantic voice that was still murmuring, "Writing poems is not like buying groceries, but poems can be picked up everywhere..." However, someone seemed to have covered his mouth and nose, and it turned into a blur.
Meaningless grunts.
"What a poem!" Chengxintang, who had been silent for a while, was awakened by Chen Ziang's loud shout, and all kinds of flattery poured towards Li Chongrun like water.
"How can we live without wine when these poems are written?" Chen Zi'ang shouted again, and the atmosphere instantly became more and more lively, like flowers blooming and fire cooking oil.
A few bookboys seemed to have been prepared, and they carried several tables of food and wine in like a stream. A few good supervisors brought musical instruments, and a few people also pushed away the long table where the debate was originally placed.
, leading a group of people to dance the Hu Xuan Dance.
Seeing that the highest university in the Tang Dynasty was getting closer to the third-rate KTV, Li Chongrun felt a little funny and wanted to turn around and leave. However, Chen Ziang quietly pulled him away and walked to the corner of the classroom.
"Keep playing music, keep dancing!"
Holding a bottle of wine in his hand, Chen Ziang was very excited and pushed everyone passing by towards the dance floor.
"Dr. Chen, student..."
Before Li Chongrun could finish speaking, Chen Ziang interrupted him, lifted him up and placed him on the podium, which was just high enough for the two of them to say something.
"The mid-term exam is coming soon. This is a rare opportunity for these boys to relax." Chen Ziang did not deliberately lower his voice, but the surrounding sounds were too complicated, and his voice was quickly confused in the surrounding environment, but he was not afraid of being stolen.
Listen to it.
"Secondly, you are a great talent, and Mr. Chen really covets your poems. But you usually hide in the dormitory, so you really don't have much chance. It's a rare opportunity to trick you, so Mr. Chen apologizes to you.
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"The third thing is, if you want to hide something conspicuous, if you put it in a dark place, it will become more conspicuous. It is better to find something brighter and put it next to it, but it will be less visible."
Li Chongrun did not expect that this great poet Chen Zi'ang, although he looked very rough, was like Meng Zhang Fei who was good at painting beauties. He seemed to be a rough person with fine details.
"What Dr. Chen said makes sense."
"There is a mixed bag in this Imperial Academy. Princes Li Cui, Lu and Zheng, as well as barbarians, Southern Barbarians, Taoists and Buddhists are all involved. So Chen had no other choice, so he came up with this idea."
"The boy has learned a lesson."
"Princess, tell me, if the young master has any needs, just open your mouth to Chen, and Chen will definitely help you."
Li Chongrun was about to open his mouth when he saw the smiling Dr. Song, whose eyes seemed to be vaguely looking towards him.
Pretending to be a child tasting wine, Li Chongrun took Chen Ziang's wine flask and took a sip.
It's just that the entrance is cold and refreshing, and it's actually filled with water.
"The student does have something to ask for, and I hope you can help me."