Wen Mingyu was actually quite surprised that Mu Zhan offered to ask him to study at the Imperial College. After all, Gong Xue wanted to recommend him before, but after Mu Zhan heard about it, his face looked bad, so he had coaxed him.

Later, he didn't think much about going to the Imperial College. Naturally, he could not enter just by wanting to enter. There were many talents in it. He was self-aware and smart, but there was still a big gap compared to real geniuses.

But now, Mu Zhan wants to stuff him in, is he supposed to go through the back door?

Students entering the Imperial College are collectively called supervisors. According to the admission method, they can be roughly divided into four types. Juren is called supervisors. Local students are selected to be superior in academic performance. Students are tribute supervisors. Because their parents are officials, they are specially granted admission to the school. There are also cases where donations of money are used to enroll.

Wen Mingyu did not belong to any of them, but she walked through the most powerful back door. The emperor arranged it directly and actually airborne.

No, Mu Zhan certainly would not be unconsidered. If Wen Mingyu really lets him enter with the title of emperor's backer, the atmosphere will inevitably be bad. He is either flattered by all kinds of flattery or isolated because of fear and fear, and it is difficult to have real friends.

Mu Zhan once studied in the Imperial College because he was an unpopular prince and had a low status. He felt that he was bullied and was bad. He didn't want Wen Mingyu to have similar experiences.

For this reason, he ordered Zhao Dequan to bring a list of new students enrolled in this year, which family and party those people came from to avoid people like the prime minister's grandson. Fortunately, there were not many prisoners this year, and I met the young generation in public before, either preparing for the next year's spring examination or having graduated.

If you are not a child of a large clan, you naturally don’t have the opportunity to participate in those occasions, so you didn’t see Wen Mingyu.

Seeing that the poor family members accounted for the majority, Mu Zhan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Not only will Wen Mingyu have a good learning environment, but he can see that if he has become the top scorer among these people, he will slowly cultivate and give him high-ranking officials, and then replace and erode those big family forces step by step, undergo a major change of blood, and concentrate power.

Mu Zhan decided to let Wen Mingyu go to the Imperial College because the atmosphere was simple, and most people were obsessed with academics and would not have too many intrigues like the officialdom. Of course, in order to prevent people who are not good at seeing each other, Mu Zhan also arranged a companion for him. The Imperial College Supervisor, the priest, knew Wen Mingyu's identity, what happened, and he would protect Wen Mingyu or send someone to report.

The procedures required for admission were complicated, but Mu Zhan directly ordered it, and the time was naturally passed, which was incredibly fast.

Moreover, Wen Mingyu thought that it was pure airborne, but in fact it was inaccurate. Mu Zhan gave him the test paper before, which was the entrance examination. His scores completely exceeded the requirements. But he didn't know it, and just regarded it as an ordinary test.

On the day of the entrance ceremony, Wen Mingyu changed into a green collar, white robe and green collar, and the Imperial College students' uniforms, which can be called school uniforms.

With a belt and a hat, she looks like a handsome young scholar with red lips and white teeth.

Wen Mingyu looked at the bronze mirror freshly, then turned around and walked to Mu Zhan, spread his hands, and asked excitedly: "How is it?"

Mu Zhan held the dark light in his eyes and said absent-mindedly: "It's OK."

‌It sounds a bit cold, but Wen Mingyu knows Mu Zhan’s virtues, and the automatic translation is very good.

Mu Zhan proposed to go to the Imperial College, but when someone really wanted to go, he looked smelly again. He sat there with his elbows on the table, quite impatient.

It was about to set off. Wen Mingyu had his eyes and eyes again. He couldn't help but move and approached, "Your Majesty, you're leaving."

Mu Zhan responded coldly, "Yes."

“See you for lunch.”

Wen Mingyu smiled, waved at Mu Zhan, then turned around and walked out of the hall gate, leaving behind a vivid and vigorous back.

Mu Zhan was slightly stunned. The beautiful smiling face just now was clearly reflected in front of him and it lasted for a long time.

Imperial College.

The first thing I arrived at was a red wall and a solemn gate. Walking inside was the Taixue Gate. There was a glazed plaque hanging on the hall, which read the Piyong Hall. The courtyard was deep, and the hall had two eaves covered with yellow glazed tiles. The eaves were raised, the four corners were pointed, and the gilded treasure roof was gilded.

There are enclosed corridors around, red eaves and colonnades stand tall, and the columns are replaced by the highest-level "Golden Dragon and Seal" color paintings. There is a pool outside surrounded by white marble as a guardrail to form the "Biyong Huan Water".

There is a special practice in the Imperial College where every emperor will come here in person and hold a grand lecture ceremony to show his importance to education.

Mu Zhan came at the beginning, but all the doctoral students below were frightened and were trembling. They didn't even hear what Mu Zhan said clearly. Mu Zhan said a few words and left. They were both glad and nervous, and they breathed a sigh of relief to not face the tyrant, but they were afraid that the tyrant would not pay attention to the Imperial College.

Later, Mu Zhan revised his education policies and built public academies and other measures to make scholars happy. The current emperor was concerned about it. Princes and nobles were afraid and disgusted with this tyrant, but in the eyes of scholars, Mu Zhan's image was relatively complicated.

Because it was the first day of the freshman.

I only arranged an admission ceremony to visit familiar places, and I don’t have to attend classes for the time being.

After Wen Mingyu and his companions started reading, they saw many people wearing the same clothes as themselves, most of whom were about the same age as him, but some were older or children.

It is rare and special, and it is most likely to leave an impression.

The most popular one is the only female student and a child.

The Imperial College has never accepted women before because after Mu Zhan ascended the throne, he drafted a draft for women to participate in the imperial examination. It took more than 2 years to break through the resistance of the conservative school and start trial implementation.

If a female student graduated successfully from the Imperial College, was admitted to the Spring Examination, became a Jinshi or even above, she would be the first female official in this dynasty.

Therefore, many freshmen were secretly looking at her and talking in a low voice. The female student was unmoved and still stood calmly, but if she was fine, she would find that her body was tight and her hands in her sleeves were unconsciously curled up and clenched tightly.

However, as the first woman who entered the Imperial College, she was watched by so many people and was greatly suppressed, and her mind was already very unsatisfied.

Wen Mingyu admired her very much. If she weren't there, she would be able to customize it.

There was also a child near the girl who also attracted much attention. She was less than ten years old, with obvious baby fat on her face, and she looked childish, but she was serious and stood upright with her chest straight. She looked more steady and mature than those older than him, and she looked like a little adult.

He glanced at him for a few more times, and the child noticed his sight, turned his head, opened his mouth, and then stood in front of him, and stopped talking, and finally turned his head back.

The doctor led the way and said that the Imperial College was just repaired, which was the will of the priest, which shows that the priest attaches great importance to you. We must study hard, obtain fame and honor, and serve the priest.

All the freshmen were Zheng, and Wen Mingyu, who never expected that Mu Zhan ordered people to repair them in advance because of his admission.

The admission ceremony has a fixed process ceremony.

Prepare your clothes and apprenticeship, and wash your hands and mind.

The ancients emphasized: first correct your clothes and then make things clear.

Therefore, the freshmen stood in an orderly manner, and the doctoral students were sorted out their clothes and clothes in turn. The Imperial College attended the entrance ceremony.

Jijiu arrived at the line where Wen Mingyu was located, and was dressed as a prefect for the supervisor. When he walked to Wen Mingyu, Jijiu showed an elegant smile and said, "Diligence is to know, and he is clear and clear."

Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment and nodded seriously to respond.

Then, the priest went downstairs to a prison student.

Wen Mingyu was a little strange. Is it his illusion? Why did he feel that Jijiu is gentler to him than to others?

At the end of the entrance ceremony, time was left for the freshmen to get to know each other.

When the child left, he stood in front of Wen Mingyu, and introduced himself seriously: "It's Wei Chen."

Wen Mingyu was stunned for a moment, and responded to his name.

Wei Chen said, "I know your name, the pair you were right just now was impressive."

Before the admission ceremony, the Imperial College arranged a small admission game to be considered as entertainment and relaxation, and took turns to pair up the pair.

The doctoral question was given, and the supervisor continued.

I smiled knowingly, but it was nothing if I didn’t meet. Of course, all the students in the prison matched each other, but they were just right or the same.

Wei Chen said: "I have paid attention to it, it's okay to be so ok, you, Chu Shuli, and Shao Yan."

Wen Mingyu discovered that the child had already recorded everyone's names. Chu Shuli was the only woman, and Shao Yan was a cold boy without any expression.

"No, of course, you are not right."

Wen Mingyu: "..."

It turns out he was a narcissistic prodigy.

After Wei Chen finished speaking, he turned around and left, and went to Chu Shuli and Shao Yan and said something again. Wen Mingyu and the two looked at each other unconsciously, showing similar helpless expressions, so there was a subtle sense of intimacy.

At this point, the first day of the Imperial College Entrance Examination ended successfully.

When I heard that Mingyu returned to the palace and arrived at Tai Chi Hall, it was lunch time.

When Zhao Dequan saw him, his eyes lit up as if he had seen a savior. He hurriedly said, "Young Master Wen, you are finally back. Go in quickly. The Lord is waiting for you inside."

Wen Mingyu was a little confused when he heard this. He had only been out for two hours, so why did it seem like he had been away for a long time?

Hearing the question mark on Mingyu, he raised his foot and stepped over the threshold and entered the hall.

Wen Mingyu felt a little guilty about her big appetite, but he really felt that he was fine and could continue to eat.

"It's just a little bit more than usual...."

He stretched out his finger and gestured slightly.

Mu Zhan looked suspicious, "Are you sure?"

Wen Mingyu must have nodded, smiled, ate all the saucepans again, and finally...

"Also say no?"

"It's really okay just now, I can't hold on!"

Wen Mingyu retorted, but her belly was obviously bulging, and she couldn't stand it for a while, and there was no convincing.

Wen Mingyu frowned, with a little painful expression: "I feel uncomfortable in my stomach..."

Mu Zhan looked at him expressionlessly, and for two seconds, sighed helplessly, pulled the person into his arms, and sat on his lap.

Then, help him rub his stomach.

The wide and slender palms were pressed against the belly, and the fingers pressed gently through the thin layer of fabric.

Just right, the location is just right, so I can slowly massage my stomach.

Wen Mingyu was pulled and sat on Mu Zhan's lap. She was a little awkward and uncomfortable, but after pressing her for a while, she unconsciously relaxed.

Like a little pet who is rua straight-haired, it is spread softly, and shows a soft belly to the trust-dependent person, without any warning, and the owner is free from hair.

I don’t know how long it took, but the feeling of discomfort has eased a lot. On the contrary, because I just had enough, my tiredness surged up. His bones seemed to be soft, and he leaned lazily in Mu Zhan’s arms, lay on his shoulders, his face was deformed, his fleshy mass, and his mouth was squeezed slightly.

He squinted his eyes, his long black eyelashes trembled, and he was so sleepy that he hummed vaguely. Finally, the rabbit's ears could not control it and emerged from the top of his head, hanging on the side of his face, with the fine and soft hair rubbing his face a little itchy.
To be continued...