Chapter 75 That spring, I cut a pound of peach blossoms (4)
Chapter 75: That spring, I cut a pound of peach blossoms (4)
The teachers shook their heads one after another, indicating that they didn't know what they meant, so some people became interested in the test candidate named Ning Que and took out his two test papers for etiquette and calligraphy in advance. The textbook was a little curious and wanted to see this.
Can the candidate be admitted to the first class again? Unexpectedly, he saw two large empty papers with flowers and flowers. He couldn't help but slapped the desk in annoyance and passed the papers to everyone to see. He sighed with regret:
"Who has ever seen such beautiful and neat papers and such perfect hairpins and small regular script in the admission examinations over the years? But who has ever seen candidates who are so ignorant and incompetent! They must be ranked at the bottom of the D class!
This really pisses me off!"
A teacher held the test paper and shook his head to appreciate it, and said with a smile: "Although what he wrote is nonsense, the small regular script with hairpin flowers is really pleasing to the eye. Just based on this handwriting, I will mention him to the Ding class."
"Don't even think about it!" the instructor who was the first to show mercy said angrily: "A male candidate writes such beautiful hairpin flowers in regular script, and his intention is obvious without asking! What does he want to do? He wants to insult us.
The IQs of these academy teachers want to challenge the dignity of the academy with evil intentions!"
Very simple examination skills were elevated to the level of IQ dignity, so naturally these two papers were regarded as garbage and relegated to the lowest level of D-level.
At this time, Ning Que didn't know that his calligraphy and etiquette subjects had been sentenced to death, but he knew very well that these two subjects could not get very good evaluations. Now that Leke has given up taking the exam, can he pass the admission test and become a
For formal students of the academy, it all depends on whether they can get high scores in the second subject of archery and imperialism, and they must have the highest scores.
Horses occasionally neighed on the lawn of the academy. The candidates entered the examination room one by one with their number plates, and were randomly matched with the military horses in the room. The Tang Dynasty was a martial arts, and most of the candidates unsurprisingly chose to ride horses instead of driving.
The candidates who did not take their turn stood outside the fence and watched intently, watching some candidates galloping freely and freely, watching some candidates falling onto the grass in embarrassment, splashing mud all over them, watching some military horses neighing and jumping, if not
Those military captains hurriedly intercepted, fearing that the candidate would be kicked and injured - the candidates generally understood that there was still some luck involved in the imperial examination. If you could randomly pick a tame but healthy war horse, you would pass naturally.
The probability is higher, but if you pick a naughty and bad-tempered war horse, it will be good if it doesn't fall off.
Since it was used for trial riding for the academy, the military department had done some sorting and selection in advance. Most of the horses appeared to be strong and disciplined. They stood quietly aside, looking at the green grass and fences under their feet.
The peach and apricot are dotted, without any inappropriate movements.
There is a black stallion on the lawn that attracts the attention of all the candidates - their eyes are wary, uneasy and even frightened. Three candidates have been pushed off by the violent wild horse, and a female candidate wearing a red outfit has been pushed off the lawn.
, that fierce horse actually tried to step on it with its hoof. The scene at that time could be said to be full of dangers.
Seeing the female candidate in red who was being helped to cry outside the railing, the faces of the candidates who had not yet entered the exam became extremely ugly. They prayed silently to Haotian, and even began to ask Buddha secretly, praying not to let themselves touch that fierce horse.
horse.
When the results of the random draw came out, the candidates who were waiting to take the exam finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then they all looked at the poor guy with sincere sympathy and condolences - there will always be people who are unlucky, and the unlucky one will always be the male protagonist.
, this is probably how you can see a rainbow without going through wind and rain, and how you can see your abilities without encountering a fierce horse.
Under the gaze of sympathetic eyes, Ning Que slowly walked into the lawn surrounded by wooden fences. His expression was very calm, but he was silently muttering curse words in his heart. The skills he honed on the grassland were naturally not there to take care of a naughty horse.
After all, he just wanted to get high marks in the imperial examination, and if he had to spend time training horses, he was worried that it would be too late.
All the war horses on the lawn were wearing bits, and the naughty black stallion was no exception. But what was surprising was that this black horse was leaning on the fence and refused to move no matter how hard the captain pulled it, and stretched out its head to the outside of the fence.
Next to the peach tree, I swallowed a few peaches with a roll of my tongue, chewing them loudly, regardless of the inconvenience of the bit lying across my mouth.
The black horse chewed pink peaches and swayed his head and tail from time to time, looking extremely happy and as excited as possible.
The captain who was responsible for taking care of the horse wiped the sweat from his forehead, helplessly spread his hands and said sympathetically to Ning Que who came over: "No one knows what happened to this horse today. It feels a little bit like a peach blossom. You can do it yourself."
Be careful."
After the captain exited the fence, Ning Que walked to the black horse's neck and reached out to pat its thick and strong neck. The black horse glanced at him sideways impatiently, its eyes full of contempt and dissatisfaction.
Regarding how to train a horse, Ning Que had hundreds of good methods, but he had to buy time at this time, so he pretended not to see the provocative look of the black horse at all, and said with a smile: "Big Heizi, be nice to me."
The young man smiled innocently and spoke in a very innocent tone: "Otherwise I will kill you."
The black horse suddenly became frightened and uneasy. It didn't know why the boy beside him turned into a pathetic Trojan horse with a casual threat. It just clearly felt an extremely real cold murderous intention. The long mane on its neck
The fur was ruffled by the wind, the four hooves suddenly became stiff, and the pink velvet-like peach blossoms fell from the slightly open mouth.
War horses cannot understand human speech, but they can understand human nature. Especially war horses that have been on the battlefield for a long time can feel what is the real murderous intention and what is the real danger.
Ning Que killed when he was four, he killed when he was five, he killed when he was six, he killed when he was sixteen, he killed from Chang'an to Minshan, to Weicheng, to the grassland, to Subi Lake, and then back to Chang'an City. I don't know how much blood was spilled under the knife and how much blood flew out.
Head, the woodcutter of Subi Lake roams the grasslands, and even the strongest wild horse leader will surrender when he smells his scent.
People probably can't feel Ning Que's danger, but a horse definitely can, especially when he says he wants to kill you.
There was a cry of astonishment outside the fence. Whether it was the candidates preparing to take the exam or the school lieutenants who were vigilant to ensure the safety of the candidates, they all cast their eyes to a corner of the lawn, their eyes full of shock and disbelief.
On the lawn, Ning Que was leading the big black horse slowly towards the starting line. The big black horse, which had previously been extremely naughty and irritable, was now as quiet, submissive and well-behaved as a well-trained maid.
Standing on the grassy slope in the distance, Sangsang put the big black umbrella under her hips and sat down. She covered her mouth with her hand and yawned. Her little face was full of boredom. She was probably the only one in the world who never worried about her family.