Ningxing Academy is a very prestigious academy in the capital city. It is full of officials' children and wealthy princes. It is rumored that the youngest student is fifteen years old, and the oldest student is nearly thirty.
At this time, no coeducational academy had been established, so the sons who generally entered Ningxing Academy were either future court officials or wealthy and famous families.
Wen Chan is an exception. He is the only emperor's heir to study in a private academy.
Woke up from the warm bed by Ah Fu early in the morning, Wen Chan was so sleepy that his eyelids were clenched.
He was going to leave the palace by car to go to the academy, so he had to get up a few hours earlier than others, and the dawn had just dawned in the east, and the sound of rooster crowing could be heard far away, showing the tranquility of the palace.
After washing and changing clothes, Ah Fu brought breakfast, and said to Wen Chan, "Your Highness, the Holy Majesty has issued an order not to allow slaves to serve you. The slaves put pens, ink, paper and inkstones and the books to be studied in the academy into the book bag, Your Highness. If there are other needs, the slave will prepare now."
Wen Chan's sleepy eyebrows frowned slightly when he heard that he couldn't take Ah Fu with him, and then he relaxed a little, "Find a food box and put some pastries in it, and I'll take it with me."
Ah Fu listened to the order, packed the cakes and put them in the book bag, found the cloak that Wen Chan was going to wear, and urged both sides, and Wen Chan walked out of the hall unhurriedly.
The carriage at the door had been waiting for a long time. After Wen Chan got into the carriage and took the book bag, he said to Ah Fu, "If you have nothing to do in the temple, teach you how to say a few more words. What you learned before is that you can't say a word." gone."
The story is about the parrot sent by Liang Yanbei. During the five months Wen Chan left, the servants in the palace took care of it with all their heart. When I came back yesterday, I found that it had gained weight a few times and became more and more lazy. Wen Chan was amused. It didn't bark for a while.
"The slave takes orders." Ah Fu bowed his head and saluted.
Wen Chan nodded, lowered the curtain, "Let's go."
All the way out of the palace, there are already pedestrians coming and going on the street, and many shops are open to welcome the cold morning light.
Wen Chan retracted his hands into the cloak, curled up his neck and fell asleep in a daze as the carriage shook, but he didn't sleep for long before he was woken up again.
Although Ningxing Academy is not in the center of a bustling street, it is not in a remote place either. The carriage drove through a few streets and blatantly drove to the gate of the academy.
There are many people who come to the morning class, but everyone knows a rule: you can't drive the carriage to the gate of the academy.
This is something that the master of the academy specially emphasized, because he was afraid of congestion, but Wen Chan, who had just arrived, did not know that the literary master, who came very early every day, happened to see this arrogant carriage.
After being woken up, he picked up the book bag that was put aside, and subconsciously carried it on his back. After carrying it, he felt a little silly. He wanted to take it off and hold it in his hand, but he felt that it was even more stupid, so he still carried it on his back and got out of the carriage. .
As soon as the curtain was opened, it was the gate of the academy. When he came down, he found a few people standing beside him who seemed to be talking about him.
After standing still, the carriage left. Wen Chan, with a bulging book bag on his back, straightened his robes, looking up at Ningxing Academy like a well-behaved student.
The academy was built with funds allocated by the emperor, and he even came to see it in person. The gate alone was built in a very grand style, with the four big characters written by the emperor's imperial pen hanging on it, all of which reflect the power and authority.
Although Ningxing Academy did not allow poor families and girls to enroll, it also flourished in the capital for more than ten years, until the Zhong family rebelled and smashed the academy to pieces, and the reputation of Ningxing Academy came to an end.
Wen Chan collected his thoughts and was about to step into the gate when someone stopped him.
"The student in the wooden yellow clothes in front, don't leave yet."
Wen Chan listened and looked down, what a coincidence, he was wearing wooden yellow.
As soon as he turned around, he saw a man in his fifties approaching, with a white mustache on his chin, a book in his hand, and a blue-white robe.
He walked up to Wen Chan in a few steps, "Young master, the academy has already emphasized that there is no need to take a carriage to the gate of the academy. Why do you violate it?"
Wen Chan was taken aback, "I don't know."
"Look, who in the academy lacks that carriage? Who doesn't stop at the bridge? Even my master and I came here on foot. Why do you want to be a special person? In the academy, whether you are No matter what your identity is, royal or noble, if you come here, you are a student, and you have to be the same as everyone else, even if the prince comes, it is the same."
Mrs. Mustache spoke very slowly, earnestly and rigidly.
After a series of words, Wen Chan has already heard where he made a mistake, and his attitude of admitting his mistake is quite positive, "Master, it's the student's fault, the student will definitely not do it again next time."
"En... The ancients said—" Seeing that he is so well-behaved, the master planned to say a few more words to clear the matter up, but was suddenly interrupted by a voice from beside him.
"Your Highness the Ninth Prince!" The voice could not be loud or small, but it was just enough for the people in front of the door to hear clearly.
Wen Chan turned his head in doubt, and saw that the people who came were Xie Zhaoxue and a young boy who didn't look good, and asked in surprise, "Mr. Xie?"
Only later did he realize that the person calling him was not Xie Zhaoxue, but the boy beside Xie Zhaoxue.
The young man was plain-looking, slightly dark-skinned, and dressed in blue satin brocade clothes. He walked up a few steps and bowed to his master, and then said to Wen Chan very familiarly, "Your Highness, I heard rumors that you will come to the academy two days ago. You actually came."
When the master heard this, his face changed slightly.
Wen Chan was slightly stunned, he couldn't find the identity or name corresponding to the face in front of him.
Seeing that he didn't respond, the young man winked, his ordinary face was even uglier.
"I heard that Ningxing Academy gathers talents from all over the world, so I specially asked my father to come here to practice." Wen Chan replied calmly.
Only then did the master completely believe in Wen Chan's identity. After all, no one would pretend to be a prince in the imperial city, he panicked, and immediately knelt down, "The grass people don't know His Highness Nine, so it was disrespectful just now, and I hope His Highness will not blame."
He has studied for dozens of years, failed dozens of times, finally got the post of master of Ningxing Academy, but he must not be dismissed because of a word from His Highness the Ninth Prince.
Wen Chan hurried to help, "Master, I did nothing wrong just now. Since I came to the academy, I am a student. Master reprimanded me for listening to it with an open mind. How can I blame it?"
"Master, Your Highness has always followed the rules and etiquette, and is magnanimous, so I don't care about those." Xie Zhaoxue also said.
Wen Chan helped the young man together, and then helped the master up, "Thank you for your forgiveness, Your Highness met an old friend, and the grassroots will not bother you, and leave first."
He nodded slightly, letting his master go first, and then carefully looked at the young man in front of him, "Who is your Excellency?"
"Let's go in first." The boy didn't answer, but called Xie Zhaoxue and brought Wen Chan into the academy.
The academy is also very spacious, divided into two small courtyards, one is "A courtyard" and the other is "B courtyard", which separates the powerful from the rich.
The boy led him to a remote place, lowered his voice, "I'm Zhong Wenjin."
Wen Chan was startled, and took a closer look at that face again, the brows, eyes, lips and nose were not at all as handsome as Zhong Wenjin, and he cast doubtful eyes on Xie Zhaoxue.
Xie Zhaoxue nodded, "We left Wuyue Island three months ago, Mr. Shan gave him a stack of human skin masks, and he has always looked like this since he returned to Beijing."
"Shan Ke?" He was very surprised, "Does he know how to disguise himself?"
"You don't know?" Zhong Wenjin was even more surprised than him, "Shan Ke is the rumored son of a thousand faces, and his disguise technique is simply magical."
As Zhong Wenjin said, Wen Chan suddenly remembered that on the day and night when he arrived in Fengcheng five months ago, Wen Chan met three strange people while standing on the street watching the excitement, and one of them was Liang Yanbei.
Standing beside Liang Yanbei should be Xie Zhaoxue, and the short boy who took the initiative to talk to him was probably Shan Ke. He said at the time that the young man with thousands of faces was not good at lightness kung fu, and Shan Ke's light kung fu was indeed not very good.
No wonder he was so sure that Young Master Thousand Faces would not show up.
"It turns out that this is what Liang Yanbei said." Wen Chan said slowly, fixed his eyes on Zhong Wenjin's face that could not see any flaws, and praised, "It is indeed a good way."
"It's good, but this human-skin mask is too ugly..." This is what Zhong Wenjin has been brooding over for the past three months.
"It would be nice to have it." Xie Zhaoxue chuckled upon hearing this, "The more inconspicuous, the more useful."
"He's right." Wen Chan said, "It's best for you to be like this, no one will notice you, 100% safe."
Zhong Wenjin naturally knew this truth, and after complaining, he didn't say anything, but asked, "Why did you suddenly come to Ningxing Academy to study?"
"I sneaked out of the palace, and when I came back, my father gave me two choices. One is to start a family, and the other is to come here to study. I naturally choose the latter." When this was mentioned, Wen Chan was slightly discouraged. Not what he wanted.
Zhong Wenjin smacked his lips and said, "It would be great to have a family. If it were me, I would choose the first one."
After finishing speaking, Xie Zhaoxue lightly gave him a wink, "Do you think everyone is you?"
Zhong Wenjin has a bad temper and never listened to Ming Dynasty's insinuating words. As soon as Wen Chan heard Xie Zhaoxue's words, he knew that the two of them were going to quarrel again.
However, Zhong Wenjin said, "I should say this. You have already made a marriage contract, so naturally you don't have to worry about getting married."
When did your temper get better? Wen Chan was very confused.
He felt that it was normal for Zhong Wenjin, who was blushing and thick-necked, to jump around the world.
Xie Zhaoxue smiled helplessly after hearing this, shook her head and did not continue this topic, and said to Wen Chan, "His Royal Highness, there should be a book test for your first visit, I will let you know in advance, you should prepare early."
"Yes, yes, this academy has a lot of messes." Zhong Wenjin smiled and hugged Wen Chan's shoulders, "I'll wait for you at Jiawu."
Xie Zhaoxue knocked Zhong Wenjin on the head casually, with a warning in his eyes.
Zhong Wenjin obediently took off his hand again.
Wen Chan didn't pay attention to these, and asked, "A fifth?"
"In the test division, if you get the first class, you will be in the first class, but if you get the last class, you will be in the fifth class." Xie Zhaoxue explained, and then added, "Brother Yanbei and I are both in the first class." .”
"Liang Yanbei is here?" Wen Chan grasped the point keenly.
Xie Zhaoxue nodded, "He also just entered the academy two days ago."
Wen Chan was thoughtful, then turned his head and met Zhong Wenjin's Xiyi gaze, he couldn't make up his mind for a while.
Liang Yanbei was in Jiayi, so he naturally wanted to go to Jiayi.
But with Zhong Wenjin's pitiful appearance, and the fact that everyone knew that His Highness Ninth Prince was lazy and never willing to study hard, it would be wrong if he entered Jiayi.
And now is also the time to hide your edge.
So Wen Chan reluctantly handed over half of the white noodles during the book test, in exchange for a fifth-grade hospital card.
When he went out, he found Liang Yanbei who had been waiting outside for an unknown amount of time.
He had long hair and high bunches, and put on a white robe. He was full of a scholarly atmosphere, and his beautiful eyebrows stretched comfortably the moment he met Wen Chan's gaze, filled with a smile.
However, that smile became a little more complicated when he saw Wen Chan holding Zhang Jiawu's courtyard card in his hand.
"Your Highness is really hiding something."