Along the way, Bai Bufan, who was not familiar with many rules of Jinling and the court, humbly asked others, especially Yue Qianqiu, for advice on many issues related to the Imperial College.

Asked, how many people are there in the Imperial College? The answer was that the rated number of 100 people recruited all the children of officials above the seventh rank. Sometimes they were assigned, sometimes they were dissatisfied. Now they were nominally one hundred, and only a few dozen were studying in the prison, so Zhou Dakang was dissatisfied.

Question, can every student attend the winter meeting once a year? Answer: The usual winter meeting was a story of false response. This time I heard that nearly fifty people were brought in, all of whom were about to leave the Imperial College and thought they were very awesome.

Question, how many major officials were invited by the post of the Imperial College Priest Zhou Dakang? Answer, he was over 70 years old. Why is this point? Answer, he was called, all the children of the seventh rank and above Beijing officials of the same age will be brought, and today's winter meeting will be changed to sports meetings.

The last question fully demonstrates that Bai Bufan has studied the rules of the Imperial College and asked quite a bit of a question. At least most people outside of Yue Qianqiu were hesitant.

The problem is, at the beginning of the country, wasn’t it a rule for the children of officials to be imprisoned? Why did Zhou Dakang even write a special letter this time?

This time, the person who answered was naturally Yue Qianqiu: "Let me tell you this. When the Imperial College was first established, my dynasty had a lot of prestige. From the Imperial College to the major doctors, they were all top-notch scholars. But over time, the selection of people was not as rigorous as before. Think about it, what level of teachers are those powerful aristocratic families and scholarly families, and how many teachers are taught by their children and grandchildren? How many doctors are there in the Imperial College, but they don’t really teach, and how high are those top-notch academic officials?"

Speaking of this, Yue Qianqiu complained without hesitation: "Who is willing to study in the Imperial College? Nowadays, everyone teaches and communicates more often. Do you believe that Zhong Xiaobai is like this? The family still has a lot of scholars to teach and have a small meal? Since it is a formalistic big pot meal, and all the families who have the conditions have hired good men, what's the point?"

This is even more wasteful of resources than the pheasant university in later generations! But it actually blocks a larger number of civilian students!

"Young Master Ninth's words really make sense!"

Although Bai Bufan was fooled and brainwashed by Yue Qianqiu for a few days, he clearly believed in people when he heard what he said.

Liu Fangyuan felt quite disdainful of this. He now called Senior Brother, but if he had anything to do, he still liked to express his presence with Yue Qianqiu. Therefore, he was so disappointed that he dragged Bai Bufan aside to communicate.

As for the others who were excited about Yue Qianqiu's words of playing with us, they were talking in a low voice, as if discussing how to stumbling up people at the winter party.

The more Dai Zhanning looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. He pulled Yue Qianqiu's sleeves, and the two of them fell to their last heads without realizing it.

When they returned to the team again, Yue Qianqiu looked as usual, but Dai Zhanning finally closed his mouth.

He knew that Yue Qianqiu looked bold, but he was actually fearless every time, and this time there was also a master behind him!

As for how high it is...hehe...

Maybe it was because of the verbal battle with Zhong Ling before, or maybe it was because of Yue Qianqiu and his group's clothes and uniqueness. In short, when they finally arrived at Wen Hanyuan, the Imperial College where today's winter meeting, they sat down one by one, their small circle was extremely conspicuous.

Of course, there are more than 70 people invited to come today, not just this small circle. Among the other circles, one group is King of England Li Yiming and his followers; the other group is Prince Jia Li Chongming and a few two young men accompanying them; the other group is Yu Changqing and a group of children from aristocratic families; the other group is a few young Confucian scholars with great talent. As for the rest, they are not in a circle in groups of three or three.

When Zhou Dakang, the Imperial College Priest, appeared, his face was tense.

No one mistakenly thinks that this official who is in charge of the Supreme Institution of Dawu has always been serious, or has a toothache today. Even if you haven't seen the person who was hard-pressed by Yue Qianqiu before, you have heard of this and can all notice that Zhou Dakang is in a bad mood.

As for the white-clothed black-edged prisoners who appeared with him, their eyes were all staring in one direction. If their eyes were like a knife, then they would not know how many times they would die.

But Yue Qianqiu, who was so generous and ruthless, did not even blink his eyes after so many collective attention. But the next moment, he welcomed Zhou Dakang's name.

"Yuejiurong, you are here in your Yue family?"

Yue Qianqiu looked around and seemed to realize that it was him after a while. He immediately raised his chest and raised his head, with a very decent smile on his face: "Mr. Zhou asked me? I don't know! The person you sent to send the invitation directly to the Princess Dongyang Mansion, so I really don't know that you also posted a post to my brothers or nephews!"

Speaking of this, he said sincerely: "However, the person you sent to send invitations is really professional. I temporarily went to the Princess's Mansion that day, and Mr. Bai also went to challenge me temporarily, but he actually sent the invitation to me there, but the invitation to Mr. Bai was also sent to the Bai family."

When Zhou Dakang heard the four words "really professional", his face turned black. He felt that it was definitely a sarcasm for him to ensure that the invitation was delivered, so he deliberately found out about the whereabouts of the person and deliberately blocked people in the eldest princess's house!

But he was a priest at the Imperial College, so of course he would not be as prone as Zhong Ling. In addition, although Yue Qianqiu had not squeezed out the imperial court's official position in recent years, he was arrogant and famous, so he immediately decided to temporarily leave the other children and grandchildren of the Yue family for not coming.

What he wrote this time was that all the children of Beijing officials above the seventh rank and above will send their children and grandchildren to the Imperial College to study, but the invitations for this winter meeting will naturally not include all the children and grandchildren of Beijing officials. Among them, the children and grandchildren of the third rank and above have posted posts. For those between the third and fifth ranks, the father and grandchildren will have a good reputation. As for the fifth rank to the seventh rank, the father and grandchildren will have to be very famous.

So, at this moment, Zhou Dakang looked around everyone and spoke passionately. He first praised the official voices and achievements of each father and grandfather, and then encouraged everyone to take their elders as role models, study hard, and improve every day...

Of course, the last eight words were summarized by Yue Qianqiu. When Zhou Dakang carefully selected the top students of the Imperial College, he came up to mobilize everyone to enter the prison earlier to live up to his family's ardent hopes, he spoke to Bai Bufan around him, and his tone was filled with unconcealed ridicule.

"Listen, as long as you study hard in the Imperial College, you can become a famous minister in the future. If your grandfather hears this, you will be spitting all over his face!"

"What are the six arts of gentlemen? The rituals, music, snails, books, but now those people in the Imperial College are not diligent in their four bodies and grains. Look at this guy, can he blow down with a gust of wind?"

Yue Qianqiu and Bai Bufan complained to each other one by one. When the two Imperial College students appeared and started to debate the classics, they were bored. He finally yawned without any concealment, trying to stretch but put down his hand.

Zhou Dakang, who had been staring at his movements, immediately made this move, and his eyebrows twitched. He was determined to catch a typical live criticism, but when he thought of Yue Qianqiu's eloquence, he was a little afraid of being a mouse.

But not only was he staring at Yue Qianqiu, who was verbally fighting, but some were also distracting from Yue Qianqiu. After all, Zhong Xiaobai, who had made a big name in the Imperial College at a young age, suffered a loss. He had heard of this person who was rampant and famous for his reputation in Yue Jiu, who was not afraid of this guy in his heart?

Therefore, when Yue Qianqiu couldn't help but cover his mouth and yawned the second time, he was just at a disadvantage in the debate and was in a bad mood. He finally couldn't help asking: "Young Master Yue Jiu is yawning the second time. Do you think that the winter in our country's jail will be too boring?"

Seeing that the white-clothed and black-clothed prison students were looking at them, and the children of various families were also looking at them, Yue Qianqiu bouncing the corner of his vest, and stood up directly, performing a bow that was so standard that no one could be faulted.

"This senior brother is right. I think what you just discussed is a bit boring."

Yue Qianqiu looked calm and had no sense of self-consciousness at all. He actually said slowly: "My grandfather once said four very reasonable words, I will recite them to everyone."

Regardless of whether others want to hear it or not, he recited himself: "The ancients had no choice but to learn, and they were able to achieve their skills in their youth. They were always shallow to learn from paper, and they had to practice it by themselves."

6 Because Fang Weng wrote too many poems and used simple words, he has always been considered by many poets to be unsatisfied. However, when Yue Qianqiu forced these four sentences to Old Master Yue, he ushered in an uproar in four places.

Is Old Master Yue, who has not even passed the exam for a scholar, so he has this level?

However, Yue Qianqiu did not give anyone a chance to question: "The two senior brothers just debated the education there. I won't say whether you can educate the people in the future as officials. Just say that now, have you learned what you have learned and have really educated people? The lazy book boy around you, a beggar on the roadside, a bully who cheated people in the market, and a slave who bullied others by virtue... Have you tried it?"

"I would rather say ten thousand words and waste my skills in spitting out the skills of the stars, it is better to do something practical. This is the truth that my grandfather believes in. Instead of debating here, it is better to think carefully about how to apply what the word education has learned!"

Zhou Dakang was almost making his nose twitch.

Old Master Yue raised a "good" grandson, and he never forgot to gild his grandfather's face when he went to the Imperial College!

At this time, another supervisor who had just gained the upper hand in the debate finally couldn't help it.
Chapter completed!