Lin Xiu was indeed not prepared to give up the ceremony of training because he had no idea that he would go to the Imperial College to study and would give the Master bacon.

In this way, giving gifts to teachers in previous lives is not a bad habit?

"Lin Xiu, where is your ritual of training? Could it be that you are not prepared?" Changsun Chong said with a smile.

"Yes, Lin County man, you have a title now, you are so rude and don't know how to respect your teachers and respect your principles. It's really unexpected!" Hou Wenxiu also sneered.

Looking at the sarcastic faces of the two, Lin Xiu had already written several times in the small notebook in his heart. In the future, he would definitely kill the two of them to death to avoid causing trouble for himself every day.

Even if you don’t prepare for the ritual of training, will you be embarrassed if you are sure to be Lin Xiu?

Who is Lin Xiu?

Time traveler is also!

Although he is not as good as the readers of the previous life, he has received nine years of compulsory education and was beaten by society and rich women. Is this little trouble still a problem?

So Lin Xiu smiled brightly and said, "Jingshan Master, how could the students not prepare for the ritual of tutoring when they met for the first time? To be honest, when the saint asked me to study at the Imperial College yesterday, I did not rest all night. Because I often heard Fang Yiai mention the tutor of Jingshan, saying that the Master is not only noble in character, but also knowledgeable, and has worked hard for the past years without asking for rewards. It is like a spring silkworm teaching and educating people. I applied that sentence: The silkworm will not only end until the silkworm dies, and the candle will not only dry until the ashes! So I admire the Master for a long time, and I think about the ritual of tutoring without rest at night!"

"The silkworm will not end until it dies, and the candle will not dry until it turns into ashes? What a poem! Do you take what you say seriously?" Wang Song was very excited, and he did not expect to meet such a good student with such an ideological awareness.

Fang Yiai was a little confused. Grandma, did I say such things? My mother often scolded me for not being able to spit out ivory from my mouth.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and nodded quickly to prove that Lin Xiu said it was true, and he didn't yell: I haven't said it before!

Lin Xiu also said: "Of course it's true!"

"Where is that ritual of cultivation? Let's see it!" Changsun shouted.

Lin Xiu glanced at Changsun and snorted, "It's really a noble man who is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry. Before the Master can speak, you are a little nun, and you want to be the master of the Master?"

"You..." Changsun Chong gritted his teeth and found that Wang Song looked at him. He did not say anything more, but stared at Lin Xiu to see what good things he could take out.

Under the gaze of everyone, Lin Xiu rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, then spread a piece of paper, and took out the inkstone and brush.

"I'll grind it!" Li Dejian quickly helped.

Lin Xiu said thank you, took out a purple hair, gently touched the ink, and then smiled and said, "The students have long admired the Master, so the rituals given by the tutoring are a poem that the students thought hard!"

After saying that, Lin Xiu's pen is like a dragon and a snake, and he uses running script.

I saw the poems appear on the paper:

"The vast sorrow of separation is slanting in the sun, and the whip is east and the end of the world.

Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers."

Wang Song looked at the poem, his hand stroking his beards was in the air, coughing excitedly, and shouting: "Okay! Good poem!"

No matter what physical object you give, it has material ingredients.

But giving poems is different, and it is a good poem that can be kept in history!

Wang Song is over 60 years old and cannot eat or play. What he values ​​most is his reputation.

With so many doctors in the Imperial College, he turned into a handful of loess after his death. Who would remember him?

But now it's different.

With this good poem called "Kuai" in history, the history books will remember that this poem is written about him. Will other gifts be like this?

Absolutely not!

So Wang Song was very excited. He was in his sixties and was excited to applaud, but he was almost dancing.

The other students of the Imperial College looked at Lin Xiu in shock.

"Brother Lin has such a talent for poetry. He is really both civil and military!" Li Dejian admired him.

"Yes, Brother Lin's poem is written so well!" Qin Huaidao also praised.

"I have my contributions here too!" Fang Yiai said proudly.

......

Only Changsun Chong and Hou Wenxiu looked so mean, but instead made Lin Xiu look ugly, he pretended to be a big shot.

Wang Song was excited for a long time before he picked up Lin Xiu's poems and said, "Lin Xiu, you are intent. Your ritual of training is the best I have received. You can do whatever I want to do in the future."

"grass!"

Everyone cursed in unison in their hearts.

Can you skip class on the first day of your arrival?

At this moment, everyone regretted that they had not studied hard.

Next, Wang Song directly asked everyone to review the course. He left with the poem. The small steps were happily walking, and probably went to see other doctors to show off.

Lin Xiu was able to kneel down.

The courses for Imperial College are not easy. The courses are one and a half hours in the morning and ritual music, riding and shooting in the afternoon.

In a blink of an eye, it was noon and everyone went to the food hall for lunch.

Lin Xiuzheng and Fang Yiai, Li Dejian and others had dinner. They saw a few old men coming in, then locked in Lin Xiu in Taoist robe and surrounded him directly.

"Lin Xiu, I am Li Kainian and a PhD in Imperial College!"

"Lin Xiu, I am Xue Yunlian, a PhD in the Imperial Academy!"

....

Lin Xiu looked at them with eager eyes, and seemed to be jealous of Wang Song's poem.

If you really think of yourself as a poet, you can do it with your own hands? If you copy other people’s poems, your heart will be painful.

So Lin Xiu paid a visit to him one by one, letting these doctors make such hints and make it clear that Lin Xiu could not see it. The last few old guys could not force Lin Xiu, so they could only return in disappointment.

And because of this incident, Lin Xiu became famous by a poem!

In the Zichen Hall, sandalwood is lingering.

Li Shimin was handling official business, and suddenly thought of something, and said, "Send someone to inquire and see if there is any interesting thing about the Imperial College?"

"Yes." The eunuch general manager Wang De immediately ordered the inner officer to go.

After waiting for a while, after Li Shimin finished processing the memorial, the internal officials returned and told the interesting stories about the Imperial College.

And this interesting thing is naturally that Master Wang Song, a doctor of Imperial College, received a good poem from his students, and was excited to dance in the Imperial College.

When Li Shimin learned that the poem was in the hands of Lin Xiu, he hurriedly said, "Go and bring me the manuscript!"

The inner official had to return the manuscript and take it back.

Li Shimin hurriedly took it, looked at the running script above, and praised it: "Okay!"

When I saw the poem on the paper, I even applauded and drank.

"No wonder Dr. Wang danced happily. If any teacher who teaches and educates people, he could not suppress his inner excitement. Is this kid so talented?" Li Shimin said with a smile.

Wang De glanced at the poem and said hurriedly: "Reporting to the saint, Lin Xiu was able to save the Lord in danger. Now he has made such a famous poem. He is simply a versatile talent in civil and military affairs! He has not disappointed the saint's expectations for him."

Li Shimin laughed and agreed: "What you said makes sense! By the way, do you think he can answer the difficult questions raised by the Turkic envoys? So far, civil and military officials have been arguing endlessly, and none of them can give the accurate answer! I have a lot of talents in the Tang Dynasty. If I can't defeat the questions of the Turkic barbarians, wouldn't it be a joke?"
Chapter completed!