The basic necessities of clothing, food, housing, and transportation are unified, so it is impossible to tell the status, and the students get along more naturally and casually, but there are still whispers that some students in the academy are very tall, very tall, and someone asks: How tall? The person being asked must be wagging his finger mysteriously—not to be said, not to be said.
Feng Zhiwei walked all the way, listening to Yan Huaishi's introduction to the academy, and listening to the familiarity, it didn't look like a student who had never been able to get in, but it seemed that he had studied in the academy for three or four years.
"How do you know so clearly?" Feng Zhiwei asked him.
Yan Xiaosi grinned and twirled his index finger and thumb, indicating: the silver ticket is omnipotent.
"The Yan family is rich in the sea, why did they go to the middle of the capital to seek camps and suffer from this?"
"The imperial court emphasizes agriculture and suppresses business. No matter how rich the merchants are in the world, they must rely on local officials." Yan Huaishi looked up at the cornice of Qingming Academy, his cynical eyes suddenly sank a little, "Dijing is always a place with many opportunities."
Feng Zhi smiled slightly, thinking that there are many descendants of the aristocratic family, and the competition for the next Patriarch must be fierce. This person who came to the Imperial Capital was either outcast and exiled, or he was broad-minded and realized that the resources of the Imperial Capital would fight for him in the future. No, he came here on purpose. Seeing how flexible this Yan family boy is, the latter is more likely.
The old Cangtou took them to the main courtyard, handed them over to a middle-aged scribe, and whispered a few words in the scribe's ear. The man showed a slightly surprised look, and then smiled and asked Feng Zhiwei to record his name and resume. He made up a set of fake resumes for himself—Wei Zhi, a peasant boy from Shannan Road, whose parents died, took care of his relatives in Beijing.
The man asked the identities of the two attendants in detail, and it could be seen that the academy was loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and he was actually very concerned about the safety of the interior. Most of the people walking around were brisk and possessed martial arts. Yan Huaishi was a trickster It moves as soon as you press it, without Feng Zhiwei's explanation, she has already made up a set of credible statements, and even Gu Nanyi carried it along with her.
Gu Nanyi always stood quietly beside Feng Zhiwei, his sleeves were hanging down, he remained silent, his gaze was only one foot and three inches in front of him, the wind in the hall blew the veil under his hat, occasionally it was as delicate as white jade His jaw flicked.
People coming and going all looked at him more, attracted by the exquisiteness and firmness of the jade carving, but immediately looked away at the next moment—it must be a martial arts master, and it is not normal for masters to be so mysterious.
Only Feng Zhiwei firmly believed that it was just a lack of heart.
Complete the registration, take the waist badge representing the student's identity, and follow the scribe's instructions to the dormitory in the backyard of the academy. Feng Zhiwei smiled in surprise: "It is said all over the world that Qingming Academy is difficult to enter, and now it seems It's that simple."
Yan Huaishi rolled his eyes, Gui Xixi glanced at her, and wanted to tell you to pretend to be a fool!
Just as Feng Zhiwei took a few steps, she suddenly heard a loud noise not far away, and the people walking around suddenly seemed to have received orders, and slammed to avoid the side of the road. Suddenly, someone passed by her nose quickly, and the soft fabric brushed her face, emitting a familiar fragrance that seemed familiar.
Gu Nanyi's sleeves were raised in an instant, and his fingers were passed out like lightning. However, the shadow flew past Feng Zhiwei like a fish, and Feng Zhiwei turned his head in amazement, only to see that it seemed that a person was captured by another person. People dragged their feet on the ground, twisting and turning like a hurricane, and greeted in a mess along the way: "Ah, excuse me! Ah, I didn't hit you! Ah, the storm is passing, let the idlers make way!"
The idlers gave way, everyone tacitly, even Yan Huaishi jumped away, only Feng Zhiwei and Gu Nanyi stood stupidly in the middle of the road.
Feng Zhiwei was still thinking, didn't the person already jump over? What else
But soon she got the answer.
"Don't run..."
The sharp voice like a steel wire followed the billowing smoke and dust that the man fled, and pierced straight into everyone's ears. Immediately, there were a lot of red, green and green flowers. Six or seven women with their sleeves rolled up, their arms bare, their big feet holding a chopping board, Playful and gaudy rolled past Feng Zhiwei again.
The place where there was a scent, Feng Zhiwei choked on the rich rouge, and Feng Zhiwei, a servant in the brothel, immediately recognized that it was the cheap rouge "Evening Fragrance".
"This is... what's the matter?" Feng Zhiwei rarely stammered as she saw the group of rural Yingyans galloping away with the momentum of chasing the poor.
If it wasn't for the Qingming Academy with a high status and a good reputation, she would have thought that she had come to a rural vegetable market.
"Oh." The only one who was calm was Yan Huaishi, gloating, "Normal, you may see it two or three times a day in the future, just get used to it, it's late, hurry up to eat, rest after eating, tomorrow brother you will get a class Let’s see if it’s political history or military.”
Feng Zhi smiled, and the three of them went to the dining hall. Tonight's dinner was hand-rolled big meat noodles. The big porcelain bowl was full, and the oily and shiny braised pork was seven or eight yuan. If it wasn't enough, add more. The noodles tasted simple, with a mellow aroma, full of It's the real atmosphere of the countryside. The whole hall is full of students wandering around holding big bowls, and the sound of drinking noodles can be heard all over the hall.
Yan Huaishi quickly got into the mood, holding a big bowl while drinking, he didn't know which table to go to to make connections. He didn't feel the discomfort that a rich man should have at all. , while thinking that this Qingming Academy is not like a school full of scholars, it is almost like an old farmhouse on the outskirts of the Imperial Capital.
After drinking for a while, I found the strange silence around me. I looked again. Gu Nanyi was sitting on the side, holding a bowl in one hand, and slightly lifted the gauze cover with the other. They all put down their bowls to look at him, but he just looked at the bowl in front of him without realizing it.
Feng Zhiwei twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a half-hearted smile—Master, are you eating or not? Young master, are you eating noodles or selling your face
Then I heard Gu Nanyi murmuring: "One, two, three... seven!"
What seven
"boom!"
There was a question mark in his heart that hadn't been answered yet, Gu Nanyi put down the bowl heavily with a bang, the soup splashed everywhere, Feng Zhi gave way slightly, and the voyeurs all around jumped together.
"Seven dollars!"
Seven dollars... what seven dollars? Feng Zhiwei saw that he kept looking down at the bowl, as if he was counting the meat in the bowl? She probed over and counted, and it really was seven pieces of meat.