Pei Mansion, study.
Because he had an idea in mind, Pei Jian behaved more obediently and asked with pretended curiosity: "Grandfather, what is the application process for the Tongsheng exam?"
Pei Chongqing was very pleased to hear this and thought, this kid is on the right track!
Very good, very good.
After silently praising him in his heart, Master Pei smiled and said, "In Daliang, we attach great importance to the imperial examination. Therefore, even the examination for Tongsheng is very strict."
"One or two months before the exam, we need to find five candidates who will take the exam and have them sign a joint insurance policy. Then we need to find a student who is currently enrolled in the county to issue a letter of guarantee."
"Grandfather has contacted these people for you."
"Finally, the candidate must write a document proving his or her clean background and household registration information, and submit it to the county government's etiquette office together with the above two insurance policies."
"On the day of the exam, the county government will check the documents and conduct body searches on every candidate before they can enter the exam room."
"This set of process is very strict and eliminates all possibilities of cheating, impersonation, taking the exam for someone else, etc."
"According to the Daliang Law, any fraudulent incident will result in the person being put on display in public, being stripped of his official title, being caned and exiled, or even being beheaded in serious cases!"
Speaking of this.
Pei Chongqing's expression became much more serious: "So, Brother Jian, you have to remember this. You have to take the imperial examination honestly and don't have any bad thoughts. Otherwise, it will be a serious crime that will bring trouble to the family!"
Pei Jian blinked and assured, "Don't worry, Grandfather. I know the importance of this matter and I will definitely not cheat."
Because the prerequisite for cheating is that he has to take the imperial examination.
"This child is teachable."
Pei Chongqing nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay, let's get started. Grandfather will teach you how to write eight-part essays."
The other side.
Cui Xian left Pei's clan school and went to his teacher's house with his book box.
From now on, this will be his "school".
Mr. Donglai's servant opened the door and took the bookcase from Cui Xian with a smile: "Young Master, come in quickly."
Cui Xian bowed his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Grandpa Luo."
The servant Lao Luo smiled with wrinkles all over his face. He put down the bookcase and hurriedly prepared tea and cakes for the young master.
Mr. Dong Lai just felt it was too embarrassing to watch.
Tsk, look at how worthless you are!
After a moment.
Cui Xian took out a small pot of osmanthus wine from his arms and said, "Teacher, this is a gift from your student."
Mr. Donglai took it happily, and said with a smile on his face: "Oh, you bought me some good wine again."
The servant looked at this scene and twitched his mouth speechlessly.
But drinking is secondary.
Academics are the most important thing.
Therefore, Mr. Donglai did not drink. He looked at Cui Xian and said seriously, "There is only one rule for you to learn from me. Please listen carefully."
"That means within five years, before you go to Kaifeng, you are not allowed to write any more poems. You can only follow me and concentrate on studying in this small courtyard."
Cui Xian was stunned and vaguely understood what the teacher meant.
Seeing that he understood everything, Mr. Dong Lai was very pleased: "I held a high-profile banquet for you because this matter cannot be kept secret. As my disciple, you will definitely become the focus. People like Huang Lun who want to challenge you will continue to come."
"You can't waste your time on this."
"Congratulations from all the famous families. The five-year debate agreement may seem very high-profile. But in fact, it is also a kind of protection for you, allowing you to keep a low profile."
"Because we have set a five-year deadline, during these five years, no one will bother you, provoke you, or try to step on you to gain fame."
"From today on, let the light of the little prodigy Cui Xian be extinguished for the time being. You must calm down, concentrate on absorbing knowledge, and sharpen your character for the future. Only then will you have the confidence and strength to debate with the scholars."
"So this small courtyard will protect you for five years, and it will also trap you for five years."
At this point, Mr. Dong Lai raised his chin towards the inner room and said with a smile: "And the things that protect you, or trap you, are all inside."
Cui Xian walked forward and pushed the door open.
Behind the door is a sea of books.
In the living room, bedroom, bookshelf, bed, cabinet, wherever the eye can see, there are books.
The warm autumn light shines through the window, filling the room with golden fragments.
Some pages of the book rustled in the wind.
If you want to debate scriptures, the prerequisite is that you have to read widely and travel through the mountains of books and the sea of literature.
Otherwise, how can one speak eloquently and quote from classics?
At that time, Cui Xian was in Pei's clan school, and he invited "Ye Hou inserted the frame and Liu Xiang proofread the book" to become his disciples.
And today.
His teacher Dong Lai searched all over the world for books to give back to his last disciple.
Cui Xian stared at the room full of books, he was shocked and moved.
In the vast ocean of books, every one of them carries the teacher’s sincere heart!
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Mr. Dong Lai said with a smile: "Why, are you reluctant to give up your halo? Think about it, if you don't show up for five years and don't publish any poems, your reputation as a child prodigy will definitely be questioned. The saying of hurting Zhongyong will definitely spread."
"Daliang's literary world is full of talented people. There will be new prodigies rising up, young geniuses competing to shine, and then forgetting your existence, Cui Xian."
Hearing this, Cui Xian smiled.
He turned around, bowed to Mr. Dong Lai to express his gratitude, and then walked straight into the "sea of books".
I randomly picked a book and opened it, then sat down by the window. The young boy's voice, with a hint of laughter, came from the room.
"I'll give them five years, and let them shine as brightly as they can."
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