Chapter 28 Let me, the child, bear such a heavy pressure
Chapter 28: Let me, a child, bear such heavy pressure (please vote for collection)
Gao Zhang couldn't help but start to have doubts in his heart. Could it be that his disguise was not thorough enough, or there was a flaw in some step.
It was unexpected that the feudal and superstitious Hunjun of the Song Dynasty came up with such a scheming trick out of revenge.
However, Gao Zhang relied on his extraordinary memory to review the two encounters with Zhao Ji and their conversations.
There was nothing wrong with him at all, so where did Zhao Ji get the confidence to insist on letting a child with barely even hair to take the Jinshi examination?
Gao Qiu and Huang appeared outside the house side by side, and saw their good son sitting there with a dull look on his face.
He was staring blankly at the piles of books that covered the entire desk, mumbling something, and one look at him showed that he was not in a good mood.
"Zhang'er, what are you doing?"
Gao Qiu looked at the Four Books and Five Classics that also made his scalp numb, hesitantly walked to his son and asked kindly.
"Dad, have you read all the books in our family?"
Gao Zhang forced an ugly smile towards his biological father, Gao Qiu, and pointed at the Four Books and Five Classics, which were obviously still brand new.
"Ah, this..."
After Gao Zhang said goodbye to his parents and returned to the house, looking at the ocean of knowledge, his eyes could not help but heat up and he almost shed tears.
Fu'an raised his finger to signal everyone not to move around. He quietly approached the door and peeked inside.
Gao Qiu was immediately confused by what his own son said. What is wrong with this child?
It would be better for me, a child with hairless hair, to bear this kind of pressure by myself.
The maid on the side quietly stepped into the house and brought tea and cakes. Of course, fresh fruits and vegetables were also indispensable.
However, although my biological father was a powerful Taiwei of the Song Dynasty, the problem was that he was not a scholar.
"Yes, Mr. Laoquan is so knowledgeable that he can be regarded as a literary master.
Fu'an glared at these companions with a serious expression.
Huang, who was amused by Gao Zhang's childish remarks, pinched Gao Zhang's little face that felt good and said in anger.
"Didn't you just hear the young master's chat with the master and his wife? I think it is because our young master is determined to study and become an official through the imperial examination."
Miss Shishi nodded, moved over and sat down, picked up a piece of hibiscus cake from the small plate and was about to put it into her mouth.
Outside the house, Fu An and two members of the Gao family looked at the house with furtive faces, turning their heads from time to time.
Gao Zhang decided to tell his parents that he was going to take the imperial examination in one month and ten days.
Therefore, Gao Zhang's original idea of using his biological father's example to see if he could use some extra tricks was immediately put on hold.
After hearing Fu'an's story, the Gao family members were dubious when they suddenly heard a strange noise coming from inside the house.
He saw the young master's white and tender face, which was pressed against an open book. He was already snoring. There seemed to be saliva dripping on the book...
Fu'an's eyelids twitched wildly, he looked around with a dark look on his face, and carefully closed the door.
Besides, I had a "serious illness" more than a month ago, so there was no need to scare them anymore.
Pretending to be a gentleman is actually still rippling in the ocean of knowledge, rather than sleeping in a dreamland with knowledge on your pillow and drooling on your head.
"In the past, the young master's mind was not so flexible, his mind was not so thoughtful, and his mouth was not so sweet..."
Gao Qiu, who did not expect his own son to suddenly slap him in the face, blushed slightly and coughed twice shyly.
"What's wrong with you, sir? You seem to have become a different person after you came back from the Yuqing Zhaoying Palace."
Scholars are so out of touch with a minister who is lucky enough to be in the family like his own father, how can he get close and familiar with him.
He turned around and raised his hand to signal the companions who wanted to get closer, telling them to stay away and not to disturb the young master.
"Yes, the young master was in the mansion before, either playing ball in the backyard or walking around. Why do you want to read the Four Books and Five Classics today?"
"Well, I have dabbled a little bit, but these are very profound and profound knowledge. My father just dabbled a little bit. What do you want to do, Zhang'er?"
"Zhang'er, do you know that even Mr. Dongpo's father, the famous and knowledgeable Mr. Laoquan, never passed the Jinshi examination throughout his life?"
"Miss, I bought Miss's favorite hibiscus cake. Come sit down and use some."
I saw the cucumber strips about three inches long on the plate next to me, and couldn't help but think of the benefits of cucumbers that Gao Zhang's kid had talked about before.
"You kid, what nonsense are you talking about? Not to mention your father, even those who have won the top prize in the imperial examinations can't do it."
Having said this, Gao Qiu couldn't help but sigh.
"You guys... Ever since our young master became seriously ill, his whole spirit has changed."
It's better to let them continue to live a happy life in peace and contentment.
"So I was curious to see it, and now I can see the result..."
"Perhaps, now the young master has become the academic seed of the Gao family."
Gao Zhang picked up a copy of The Analects of Confucius, of which he had at least learned some chapters, and read it carefully.
Gao Zhang showed a sad smile and raised his finger to point at the ocean of knowledge.
"Your mother is right. As the saying goes, thirty old Ming Jing, fifty young Jinshi. If you want to pass the Jinshi exam, you are not an ordinary scholar..."
Seeing his father and mother looking at him with doubtful eyes, Gao Zhang suddenly felt something in his heart and quickly laughed.
How about giving it a try? But if it doesn’t work...
"...Brother Fu'an, can you please stop scaring us, just the young master? A thousand-character essay, for a young master who only memorized it in half a year, is going to take the imperial examination and become an official?"
Subconsciously, he raised his hand and touched his pretty face, which looked a little dry and tight.
Gao Zhang asked some indirect questions, such as whether his biological father Gao Qiu knew any champions or experienced drivers with Jinshi background.
My biological father and mother will feel that their brains are sick. If they are sick, they need to take care of themselves, lie down, and take medicine.
None of them have ever passed the imperial examination, which shows how difficult it is to pass the imperial examination. Zhang'er, why do you ask this question?"
Can you finish reading these books and pass the Jinshi exam?"
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Miss Shishi was sitting in the attic, leaning against the window, her charming face full of sorrow.
"Dad, tell me, if I give you a month and ten days.
Huang also nodded in agreement and agreed.
"It's nothing, I'm just curious. Those scholars who take part in the imperial examinations regard the Jinshi examination as the most respected."
"You don't have to stay here. Go down first. By the way, close the door. I'm a little sleepy. I want to take a nap for a while. Don't disturb me if you have nothing to do."
After waiting for the maid to leave, after hesitating for a while, Master Shishi bit her silver teeth lightly and said, let it go, give it a try, if it fails, you won't lose anything.
According to what Gao Zhang said, the boy who was suspected of being a pervert, used the beautiful knife to slice the cucumber into thin slices, then covered his face, and then lay on his back on the bed.
After about a quarter of an hour, Miss Shishi took away the cucumber slices and subconsciously touched her face, her charming bright eyes suddenly lit up...
