Imperial College.

Hu Fei took Pei Jie for a walk in the courtyard of the Imperial College. He did not go to the school immediately to sit down and listen to the lectures. He was already late anyway, so he could wait for a while.

And since the officials in charge of the Imperial College wanted to welcome him, they had to give them a chance to flatter Hu Weiyong, but it was Hu Weiyong's flattery, not his own.

Hu Fei looked left and right, looking curiously at the highest institution of learning in ancient times. In his previous life, he probably would not have been able to enter a school like this in his lifetime.

To be able to enter the Imperial Academy, one must either be a descendant of a prince or a nobleman, or a young talent with both good character and academics. Not just anyone can come.

He was the son of the prime minister, and he was admitted to the Imperial College according to the imperial decree. He was the first one since the establishment of the Imperial College.

At this moment, footsteps were heard, and Xue Ru hurried over with another slightly older middle-aged man.

"I didn't know that the God of Poetry has arrived, but I'm sorry to hear you come from afar. I hope Mr. Hu will forgive me."

The middle-aged man walked quickly and said loudly, fearing that he would neglect Hu Fei.

Hu Fei stopped, slowly turned around and looked at Xue Ru and the other two, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

If you want your life in the Imperial College to be easier in the future, you must first take down these two managers.

"Who are you?"

Hu Fei raised his head, looked at the middle-aged man with his nostrils, and asked slowly.

"Xiaguan Guozijian offers wine to Cai Yuanji."

The middle-aged man bowed his hands and said respectfully.

Jijiu, the highest official title in the Imperial College, is responsible for managing all matters, ranking from the third rank.

"It turns out to be Mr. Cai, whom I have admired for a long time."

Hu Fei cupped his hands and said hello with a smile.

But in fact, he has never heard of this person at all, so how can he talk about admiring him for a long time?

However, these words were very useful to Cai Yuanji's ears. The prime minister's son has admired him for a long time, doesn't that prove that the prime minister also values ​​him very much? If he serves this young master well, he will be looked down upon by the prime minister, so why not?

Not for?

"Young Master Hu is overly praised. I wonder how the Prime Minister is doing today?"

Cai Yuanji waved his hand and asked with a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay. I will convey Mr. Cai's concern to the old man."

Hu Fei smiled and said.

"Thank you Mr. Hu."

"I heard that Mr. Hu is going to the Imperial Academy to study this time according to the order?"

Cai Yuanji cupped his hands and asked with a smile. The joy on his face could not be concealed at all.

"That's right, Your Majesty doesn't know what's going on, and he doesn't know what he sees in me, so he has to ask me to come here to enlighten these students. Alas, there is no way, the holy will cannot be violated, so I have no choice but to take the time to come over and take a look.

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Hu Fei sighed, clasping his hands behind his back, and the old god said calmly.

"Is it possible that Mr. Hu did not come here to study, but came to become a doctor under His Majesty's orders?"

When Cai Yuanji heard this, he asked in surprise.

He did not receive the relevant documents, but judging from Hu Fei's serious look, it didn't look like he was joking.

"I don't want to be a doctor. His Majesty has not issued any explicit decrees or granted me an official position. Just arrange a non-staff teaching assistant for me. I don't have the intention to teach regularly. I can just give them some advice occasionally and just sit in the classroom and observe them."

Hu Fei waved his hand and said thoughtfully.

Doctor, in ancient times, meant teacher. He usually had knowledge of the past and present, and was ranked from the fifth level.

A teaching assistant is one level lower than a doctor, starting from the sixth grade.

"I understand. Mr. Hu, please come with me. I will take you to get acquainted with the students, doctors and teaching assistants."

Cai Yuanji nodded and made a respectful gesture of invitation.

He didn't know whether what Hu Fei said was true or not, but he couldn't go wrong if he held it up well.

So, Hu Fei followed Cai Yuanji around the Imperial College, entered various schools, and met with all the students, doctors, and teaching assistants.

Pei Jie followed Hu Fei, his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

The young master was obviously here to attend school, but he didn't expect that he had to be accompanied by the director of the Imperial College for most of the day, and even pretended to be a non-staff teaching assistant. He was so impressed that he was so impressed.

Finally, Hu Fei followed Cai Yuanji to the last school.

Seeing the sacrificial wine coming, a doctor in his fifties who was teaching quickly stopped teaching and bowed respectfully to the sacrificial wine.

"Sir, this is Mr. Hu Feihu, the son of Prime Minister Hu. He came to school at the request of His Majesty. From now on, he will sit under Mr. Hu's seat to attend the school. However, Mr. Hu also has the position of non-staff assistant. Mr. Hu does not need to be severely responsible. You can also let him go when you are busy.

Mr. Hu will teach on your behalf."

Cai Yuanji pointed at Hu Fei and introduced Hu Fei to the doctor.

"Xiao Yu, the lower official, has met Mr. Hu. He is a doctor here and is teaching here. I hope Mr. Hu will give you more advice in the future."

When the doctor heard this, he hurriedly saluted Hu Fei respectfully.

"Mr. Xiao, you're welcome."

Hu Fei nodded and said deeply.

"Master Hu, the official has retired first. If you have anything to do, just call the official."

Cai Yuanji bowed his hands and said respectfully.

Hu Fei waved his hand, said nothing, and turned to look at the students who were discussing in the classroom.

"Isn't that Mr. Hu, the God of Poetry?! I didn't expect him to come to the Imperial College too!"

"Yes, he has never shown his face to the Imperial College!"

"The God of Poetry is indeed the God of Poetry, and Master Jijiu personally escorted him!"

"The poem he wrote at the Poetry and Book Conference was really good. I can't compose such exquisite verses!"

"And Liao Zhai! Have you read it?! Even His Majesty praised it as an anecdote for the ages! It's not simple!"

"Isn't he just a dude?! What's there to be proud of!"

"If it weren't for his father Hu Weiyong, how could Master Jijiu personally escort him!?"

"Aren't you usually very arrogant? Why have you become a sycophant of the common people now!?"

Suddenly, many young talents in the school started a polarizing discussion, which reached Hu Fei's ears from afar.

However, Hu Fei didn't care. During these days, he had heard too many slanders and abuses. He was used to it. He had no choice but to blame the real loser before.

"Quiet!"

At this time, Dr. Xiao Yu turned around and glanced at the school, and said in a deep voice.

As soon as these words came out, the school immediately became quiet.

It seems that this doctor named Xiao Yu is usually a strict teacher, but his simple words shocked the princes and princes present.

"Master Hu, please take a seat first."

Then, Xiao Yu turned to look at Hu Fei and said respectfully.

"good."

Hu Fei nodded and told Pei Jie to wait outside. He walked into the school waving his folding fan and sat in an empty seat at the back.

This is his favorite position. This position is relatively free and belongs exclusively to bad students.

As Hu Fei sat down, Xiao Yu resumed teaching, and Hu Fei dozed off after listening to a series of words.

Just when Hu Fei was squinting and falling asleep, he suddenly saw an acquaintance above the school, lowering his head and turning sideways, as if he was afraid of being recognized by him.

This person is none other than Teng Ziqian, the son of the Minister of the Ministry of Finance who lost miserably at the poetry and calligraphy competition last time.

Seeing Teng Ziqian, Hu Fei was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but feel happy, thinking that the two of them were really destined.

But Teng Ziqian obviously didn't want to be recognized by Hu Fei, so he almost got under the table and didn't dare to look back.

Hu Fei shook his head, ignored it, lay down on the table and began to fall asleep.

Not long after, a faint sound of snoring spread throughout the entire school, attracting many students to roll their eyes and look down upon them. Xiao Yu, who was teaching, also shook his head helplessly, but he did not dare to step forward to wake him up. He could only pretend to be

Nothing happened.

...

East Palace.

Backyard gazebo.

Prince Zhu Biao and Korean Duke Li Shanchang were playing chess together again.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came, and Xiao Qi quickly arrived outside the pavilion.
To be continued...