Patriarch, he doesn't want to take the imperial examinations

Mengzhen supported the table with both hands, listening to the cold voice just now, his head hurt more and more.

He picked up the book at hand, looked at it, quickly dropped it, and said angrily: "I only read books all day long. My ancestor is bored, so I don't want to read anymore." He lifted his foot and walked out.

The voice hovering in his head sounded again, like a group of demons dancing and chattering endlessly.

Mengzhen was so tortured that his head was about to explode, he had to retract his legs after taking a few steps, sat back on the chair, and picked up the book.

Finally, the buzzing voice in my head also stopped.

Meng Zhen heaved a sigh of relief, feeling relieved.

Meng Zhen has long been used to the cold voice that appears in his head from time to time.

This matter has to start two months after he came here.

That day, he sat in meditation in his room, trying to see if the original owner could practice Taoism.The original owner described it as haggard, and all the energy inside was sucked away when he was having fun with the woman, leaving a body empty.

He debugged for a long time, but the result was that it couldn't.

Meng Zhen couldn't help cursing in a low voice, it's all right to become an old man, at least he should pay him back.

Just finished cursing here, suddenly there was a ding, and a voice came from my head:

[Congratulations to the host, you have been bound by the imperial examination system. I am the Wenqu star of the system, and I am here to help the ancestors get into the imperial examination, and shine on the door. 】

Meng Zhen thought he was hallucinating, shook his head, and didn't take it seriously.

But the voice sounded again and again, and he realized that it was not an auditory hallucination, but real hearing.

Those who cultivated to Nascent Soul in his previous life will have a baby in their minds, and they can talk to themselves.

But in this world, he has a mortal body, how can there be something in his mind that talks to him.

With a hint of doubt, Meng Zhen asked, "What is talking to me?"

That thing seemed to be against him intentionally, and turned a deaf ear to his words, and dinged again:

[Drip, a scholar who passed the exam, looks ten years younger, and lives ten years longer. 】

Meng Zhen could tell that this thing required him to study for the imperial examination.But in his previous life, he escaped into Taoism and asked immortals to ask questions, in order to avoid his family asking him to study for the imperial examination.

Let alone an old man in this life, even if he is a young man, he will not study those old books and take the imperial examinations that waste the youthful years.

How many people have spent their lives in poverty, from being a child to being an old man, wasting a good time all their lives, but they can't even be a scholar, let alone be accompanied by fame and glory.

Kuang Yuan was already in his prime, nearly half a century old, and his family was well-off, so there was no need to toss his old bones for an unwarranted fame.

Therefore, Mengzhen refused on the spot: "No exam."

However, the system did not give up, and still beeped:

[Juren in the exam, looks 20 years younger, and increases life expectancy by 20 years. 】

It's just an increase of ten years, how could Meng Zhen be moved, so he shook his head and refused again.

The system tried its best to come up with the final trump card:

[Ding, he passed the Jinshi examination, looks 30 years younger, plus 500 years of Taoism, and helps him to ascend in place. 】

Mengzhen was shocked, 500 years of Taoism?Ascension in place?Isn't this what he dreamed of?

The moment he was stunned, the system had already made a decision for him: [Ding, deal. 】

In this way, Mengzhen made a deal with the system, he passed the imperial examination, and the system helped him soar in place.

Until today, he has been studying for half a year.

Can……

Meng Zhen turned his head and looked out the window. The luxuriant pomegranate tree blocked a large area of ​​sunlight, and the sunlight rustled and cast a few mottled shadows on the ground.

In his last life, all he had been in contact with was Taoism, advocating Taoism to follow nature, and doing nothing. Now he has changed to Confucianism, which has serious educational thoughts, and he still cannot transfer it.

There are only a few four-book essays in front of him, and there are a lot of big and small truths, which weigh on his heart, making him half-knowledgeable. If this continues, when will he come back as a scholar.

After reading the book for less than half an hour, I was really confused and absent-minded, so I got up and left the study.

The mansion is divided into the main courtyard, the east courtyard and the west courtyard. The east and west courtyards each have three courtyards, where the sons of the original owner live, and the original owner lives in the main courtyard.

There is a moon gate in the main courtyard, through which you can reach the back garden of Meng Mansion.

Today is sunny, light wind and little cloud.

In the garden, a little boy about seven or eight years old held a kite and ran like crazy on the grass. The child was so focused on the kite that he didn't notice the person coming in front of him, and bumped into it with a "boom".

"Ouch!" The little boy fell to the ground covering his face, and when he raised his eyes to see the person coming, he couldn't help complaining, "Father, what did you do to hit me, it hurts so much."

Meng Zhen stretched out his hand to pull him up from the ground, and said with a straight face: "It's because you don't have eyes to bump into people, now you're blaming them, it's a waste of time." He said and led the little boy to the gazebo to go.

The boy's name is Meng Che, and he is the fourth son of the original owner. He is eight years old and is studying in a school in the county.

It's just that the weather was not suitable and there was no wind in the sky, so his kite couldn't fly no matter how he ran, and unexpectedly bumped into his father, causing him a great pain in the face.

The father and son entered the gazebo, and soon the servants brought tea up.Meng Che was sweating profusely from running just now, but now he was very thirsty, took the tea offered by the servant, and gulped it down in one breath.

His little face was flushed, and he looked a little cute holding a cup to drink water. Meng Zhen saw it, his face was rarely soft, and he asked slowly: "Why didn't you go to school today? But what happened in school?"

Meng Che was obviously not surprised by his words. He started school at the age of five, and in the first two years, when he came back from school every day, his father would call him to ask him about the school, such as what words he learned today, master How to treat him, whether there are children bullying him in the school and so on.

But since the second half of last year, his father seemed to be a different person, shutting himself in the house all day, rarely seeing anyone, and even ignoring him.Not to mention the things in the school, but sometimes when he was sick, his father rarely came to see him.

At first he still complained, but gradually he got used to it, no one is controlling him, he can do whatever he wants, and his life should not be too arbitrary.

It was rare for his father to ask today, but Meng Che deliberately teased him, imitating an adult, and said in a dignified way: "Father, you have shut yourself up for a fool, take a break in school today, what kind of school do you want me to go to?"

Mengzhen was drinking a cup of tea, almost choked when he heard the words, and said with a downcast face: "It's not proper to be a big or small person, how can a young person talk to an old person like this, I learned from you in vain."

Don't look at Meng Che's young age, the monster is clever, he can understand most of the adults' words, and knows what words should be advanced and what words should be retreated.His father was sullen at the moment, so he naturally wanted to make fun of him.

Meng Che immediately apologized: "Father, I was wrong, and I dare not disrespect you in the future. Father, please smile, you have a dark face, and I am afraid."

Meng Zhen, who was originally quite stern, could not help being moved when he heard what this little man said, and his face relaxed unconsciously.

When he was the patriarch in his previous life, he was rigid and upright. Every time his disciples and grandchildren worshiped him, they were respectful and did not dare to neglect him.And as an aloof ancestor, he seems to be used to this.

After the soul passed through, he still maintained the usual majesty of his ancestors, and treated the original owner's sons without being close or arrogant.

Except for his sons who came to see him, he rarely took the initiative to talk to them.Therefore, what happened to the original owner's sons was unknown to him.

Suddenly a breeze came, carrying the fragrance of flowers and plants, Meng Zhen suddenly felt refreshed, and his mood improved accordingly, so he chatted with this so-called fourth son for a while.

Seeing people refreshed, he said: "You have had enough fun, go back to the house and study." A moment in life is like a fleeting moment, and it must not be wasted.Don't be like your father, who was forced to study for the imperial examination at a young age, and ended up failing even the most basic county examination.

Meng Che turned a deaf ear to his words, what he heard in his left ear, came out in his right ear.Leaving his seat, he took two steps forward and sat in his father's arms.

Caught off guard, Meng Zhen almost pushed him out.His apprentices and grandchildren have never violated the rules like this before, but today they are sitting in the arms of a little boy.

He instinctively refused, but the boy put his arms around his neck and called coquettishly: "Father."

"Father, Che'er finally got close to you for a while, how could you have the heart to push me away?"

As Meng Che spoke, he rubbed against his face, and a layer of goose bumps immediately appeared on Meng Zhen's body.Among the several sons, Meng Che is the sweet-mouthed one who is the most loved by the original owner.

Meng Zhen couldn't stand his torture like this, he was uncomfortable, but he couldn't push people away, so he just said: "You are not a child anymore, how can you sit on someone, come down and sit down."

Meng Che was unmoved, and instead hugged him even tighter: "No, Che'er is still a child. Second and third brothers can't sit in Dad's arms, but Che'er can."

Mengzhen was shocked by his "brazenness", but after all, he was a child, and he couldn't care about it, so he could only let it hang on himself.

The little man was too sticky, making him restless.

He couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh, thinking of his dignified ancestor, how could he be defeated by a child.

Meng Che smiled triumphantly, and then said: "Father, Wu Niang gave birth to a younger brother, have you gone to see it? The fifth younger brother gave birth to a white and fat boy with arms like lotus roots, thicker than mine."

Meng Zhen said "hmm": "Then you eat more, and try to grow into a lotus root, surpassing him."

Seeing the other party's silence for a long time, he was surprised, looked down, and there were tears on the little man's face.

Meng Zhen was at a loss for a moment, do children get emotional so quickly, laughing for a while and crying for a while.

Then he heard the other party say: "Father, you said why the lives of our brothers are so hard. Wu Niang, my mother, and the mothers of the eldest brother, the second brother and the third brother all left after giving birth to us. Don't we Brothers are supposed to be like this, is there a mother who was born but not raised by a mother?"

Meng Zhen felt very uncomfortable with what he said. He stretched out his hand in the air for a moment, and finally dropped it lightly, patted the person: "Your mother is gone, don't you still have a father?"

Alas, Meng Zhen couldn't help but sigh bitterly, even though he was unreasonable in his previous life, since he occupied the original owner's body in this life, shouldn't he take on the responsibility of being a father?

A child's emotions come and go like the wind, and they can change only in a flash.Meng Che lay in his father's arms for a while, and when he raised his face again, a smile appeared on his face.

"Father, this is what you said. In the future, you will come out and walk around more, and love us brothers more, so that we will not waste our dead mother."

The hand caressing the child froze, Meng Zhen just wanted to nod in response, when suddenly the baby's eager cry came from the next yard.

"Fifth brother!" Meng Che was startled, and quickly got off his father.Meng Zhen was very calm, it was normal for a baby to cry, and there was nothing to make a fuss about.

But the crying continued for a full quarter of an hour without stopping, Meng Che anxiously grabbed his father's hand, "Father, let's go and see Fifth Brother."

As soon as the words were finished, the servant named Ah Qing ran over in a hurry, shouting as he ran, "Master, the young master is crying so hard, the servants can't be coaxed, go and have a look."

Meng Zhen propped up the stone table and stood up, looking at the dazzing and mottled light and shadow on the ground, he thought to himself, it is not easy being a father, after coaxing one, he has to appease the other.

Then he took Meng Che's hand and walked towards the west courtyard with Ah Qing.

The author says:

The one who came out was the fourth son, named Meng Che, who was eight years old.The next few sons will also slowly appear one by one.