My name is Chang An, your name is Gu Li

Du Chengming was still a little confused, and his mind hadn't figured it out yet. He looked down at the poem paper in his hand, and then suddenly realized: "I understand! There's still some time before class, I'll go post it now!"

After saying that, Du Chengming ran away with his book box on his back, and then came directly to the poetry board. This was something like a notice board, but what was posted on it was not a notice, but poetry.

Du Chengming found a spot on the board, applied some paste on it, and pasted the poem paper directly on it. After pasting it, he left. Suddenly, all the foreign candidates gathered around:

"No. 1 Scholar" - The horse gallops in the spring breeze, and the ink of the name on the gold list is not dry yet. Years of hard work finally paid off, and the world is famous overnight. Friends and relatives are happy to drink, and the glory of the return is recognized by everyone. Thinking of Su Qin's hardship in the past, today I go to see the flowers in Chang'an."

"What a good poem! He claims to be the number one scholar even before the imperial examination. Could it be you, Brother Qingming, speaking in such a tone?" After reading the poem, one of the candidates looked at the young man at the front of the crowd.

"not me......"

The young man frowned as he read the poem - who is this person? How dare he say that! He has not even taken the imperial examination yet, and yet he dares to say that he is the number one?

"no?"

At this time, the candidates came closer to take a closer look and said, "It really doesn't look like it."

At this time, an old man's voice came over: "Students, quickly line up, we will go to worship the saint later."

Everyone looked back and saw that it was He Zhizhang and Mr. Jijiu who were in charge of the reception. At this time, the leader, Mr. Na, asked, "Dr. He, Mr. Jijiu, who wrote this poem?"

He Zhizhang and Jijiu heard this and went straight to the poem tablet. After taking a look, He Zhizhang said directly, "This is a poem written by Dingkang Hou Chang Yonghe."

"Marquis Dingkang?" The leading man was slightly stunned, but it was not surprising at this time.

"By the way, I'm a little confused. You are the one who won five yuan in a row, right? What's your name?" He Zhizhang looked at him and smiled, then asked.

"My surname is Li, my courtesy name is Weihao, and my courtesy name is Qingming."

"Li Qingming, you won five prizes in a row, that's not bad. It's a pity that you can't compare to him." The chief priest also said this, seeming to be a little regretful, "This boy's talent is that of a banished immortal from heaven."

At this time, the bell rang, which meant that it was time for classes to start in the Imperial College, and it also meant that the candidates were going to pay homage to Confucius.

"Master Jijiu, the time has come." He Zhizhang said.

......

During the break, Chang An wanted to rest for a while, but at this time a student ran in and shouted, "Brother Yonghe! Brother Yonghe!"

Chang An raised his head somewhat unhappily, then looked in the direction of the voice, and then saw a piece of poetry paper in front of him. He did not rush to read the poem paper, but asked: "May I ask my classmate, what is this?"

"This is a poem written by Li Weihao, saying that he wants to compete with you."

Chang An lost half of his interest immediately, and then asked, "What do you want to compete in?"

"Um... he said we should compete in essay writing." The classmate naturally knew that it was time for Chang'an to catch up on his sleep, but he had to pass on the message, otherwise it would be disrespectful to him.

"Then tell him that I'm too lazy to compete in writing." Chang An lay back on the table again, and Huaiqin covered him with the coat she had brought with her.

"Brother Yonghe, he also said," the classmate said at this time, "If you don't want to compete in literature, then compete in martial arts."

"My wife won't allow me to fight."

The classmate was stunned, but since Chang An had spoken, he had to leave. Li Weihao, who was outside, was a little dissatisfied after hearing what was conveyed, and then he asked:

"The Imperial College is a place for studying. How dare he sleep in the classroom, and bring a... a maid with him?"

"Mr. Li, you don't know that the girl next to Brother Yonghe is his personal maid. In order to repay her for her service for more than ten years, he brought her here to be a study companion." The student explained.

"The reason why he needs to sleep now is that he not only needs to study when he gets home, but his beloved wife is now pregnant and is probably seven months pregnant now. In addition to studying, he also has to take care of his pregnant wife. It's good enough that he doesn't snore."

"Not only that," a classmate passing by said, "I heard that His Majesty goes to him from time to time, and even the Prime Minister Yuan of the dynasty would consult him on some matters."

Li Weihao frowned at this time and asked: "In that case, how can he study? How can he study when he has so many things to do every day?"

"Don't worry about this, Mr. Li. Although Brother Yonghe has many things to do, he has never fallen behind in his studies. He always gets first place in the monthly and ten-day examinations."

"Then I wonder where his home is. I would like to visit him later." Li Weihao said.

Rather than calling him a visit, it was more like forcing him to compete—he just didn’t believe that he couldn’t beat the imperial examinees from the capital. But then, his classmate said, “You may not see him again.”

"Why?"

"Mr. Li just heard that Brother Yonghe's wife is about seven months pregnant, and he has closed the door to visitors. Unless he personally invites, no one can enter the gate of his Dingkang Marquis Mansion except those good friends and His Majesty's prime minister."

While chatting, Li Weihao suddenly saw He Zhizhang, a doctor of four disciplines, walked into the classroom and came directly to Chang An. He thought he was also looking for Chang An, but he never thought that He Zhizhang saw Chang An taking a nap and directly handed the few books in his hand to the maid beside Chang An.

After He Zhizhang came out, Li Weihao asked again: "Dr. He, what did you just do?"

"Oh, that's Chang Yonghe's collection of poems. I went to borrow it from his wife a few months ago." He Zhizhang explained.

"A few months ago? Why not return it earlier?" Li Weihao was very confused.

He Zhizhang stroked his beard and explained, "Because those poems are really good, I couldn't help but stay for a while longer, just wanting to comprehend them carefully. Who knows, my poetry talent will also improve from this."

"His poetry collection? There are several volumes. Could it be all of them?" Li Weihao immediately felt incredulous.

"Of course all of them. Besides, apart from me, I guess only his wife has read those poetry collections." He Zhizhang smiled and left.

Zhou Xuezheng had already walked into the classroom, which meant the break time was over. The two students at the door said something to Li Weihao and were about to go in. Li Weihao had no intention of leaving so early, so he stood outside the door, intending to sit in for a while.

But he saw another scene that he found outrageous: Zhou Xuezheng saw that Chang An had not yet stood up, and did not even plan to call him. Instead, he asked Du Chengming next to him and went straight to the stage to give a lecture. In this case, he could not see what Chang An would do next, so he left without any fun.

......

At noon, after Chang An and Huai Qin packed up their things, they went directly to the Imperial College. Huai Qin reminded him, "Young Master, do you want to wash your face? Otherwise, if you come home with a tired face, Sanniang will be worried."

Chang An nodded, took out his water bottle, wiped his face, and finally felt more energetic. At this time, he heard a voice from behind: "I wonder if you are Chang An Chang Yonghe?"

Chang An turned around and saw a man he didn't recognize, probably a candidate from outside the province, so he nodded. Then he asked, "May I know who you are?"

"My name is Li Weihao, and my courtesy name is Qingming."

Chang An nodded briefly, then said, "Hello, Mr. Li. May I ask what I can do for you? My wife is waiting for me at home."

"I want to compete with you."

"You don't want to compete in literature, and you can't compete in martial arts. Didn't my classmates tell you?" Upon seeing this, Chang An got on the carriage directly.

"Just one article, better than the one we wrote before." Seeing this, Li Weihao had to make a concession, but he seemed to be in a position to pester Chang An if he didn't agree.

Chang An glanced at him calmly, then put down his bookcase, took out two books from it and handed them over. After confirming that they had been stuffed into Li Weihao's hands, he picked up the bookcase and got on the carriage.

"Pick the worst one for comparison. My wife needs my care, so I can't communicate with her much."

As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage drove away, leaving Li Weihao standing there in a mess.

When I got home and got off the carriage, I saw Gu Li holding an umbrella and being supported by Zhen'er. When I saw Chang'an coming back, I said sweetly, "Chang Lang!" as usual.

Chang An walked up to him lovingly and kissed him, then Gu Li said, "Isn't it a good day for me today?"

"Of course, Mother Gu always calculates the time for me to go home accurately." Chang An came back, took the umbrella from Gu Li and helped her into the house.

"Did Xiaoguai kick Gu Niang today?" Chang An asked as he walked.

"Of course, I kick it often." Although Gu Li said it in a reproachful tone, a happy smile was already on his face.

Back in the room, Gu Li held his stomach with one hand and wiped the remaining snow off Chang An's head with a handkerchief. Then he said, "By the way, Chang An, Imperial Doctor Ma and Imperial Doctor Yang are here today too."

Chang An nodded, helped her to sit down beside the bed, and asked, "What do the two doctors say?"

"Everything is fine. Just tell me to take care of myself." Gu Li said, holding his stomach.

"That's good."

Huaiqin and Zhen'er also brought up the hot pot at this time. At the same time, Huaiqin also said: "Sir, Sanniang, Zhang said that Prime Minister Zhang is here."

"You've come just in time. Please come in. We can have a meal together."