The moon has already set in the west, and Zhao Hao has ended this long lesson.

"Ah, Master, is this over?" The two of them were in high spirits, pulling the tired Zhao Hao and not wanting to let him finish.

"We still have many questions that we don't understand. For example, if the earth is round, we and the Tees are on the side, either we fall or they fall."

"Yes, Master, why didn't it fall?"

"Because of the existence of gravity." Zhao Hao smiled and threw the small ball in his hand into the air. "So the ball fell to the ground instead of flying directly into the sky."

The two apprentices watched the ball land on the ground, and then asked in unison: "Master, what is gravity?"

"This is what the next class is about. Want to learn? Let's talk about it when you get the top scorer."

Zhao Hao laughed and walked downstairs with his hands behind his back.

Hua Shuyang and Wang Wuyang looked at each other, but fell into a state of dullness for a long time.

The candlelight on the lampstand was extinguished at some point, and the observatory was pitch black...

As the autumn insects chirped, Wang Wuyang only heard tremblingly say: "If it is true as Master said, it is wrong to have that heaven and earth. Wouldn't the words of the sage be untenable from the root?"

"Yes, the sky is round and the place, the heavens are isomorphic, and the heavens are united... If the foundation is wrong, then the Han Confucian theory that comes from this will certainly be untenable." Hua Shuyang nodded in a horror.

The two of them dared not think about it carefully, otherwise the world in front of them and the rules of this world would have to fall apart...

After a long time, Wang Wuyang sighed long and said, "No wonder Master, I didn't teach us these things before the provincial examination. It really makes us doubt all the principles in this world. How can we believe the words of the saints now?"

Hua Shuyang hurriedly shook his head and said, "That won't work. We have to teach and have a lesson!"

"What I mean is that I want to throw away the books of sages, not now." Wang Wuyang also regained his energy when he heard this: "Then let's work hard for the last period and pass the top scorer in the exam!"

"Okay, let me be the top scorer this time!" Hua Shuyang stood up with a smile.

"That's not possible. I am my senior brother. How can we be behind you?" Wang Wuyang also stood up, and the two of them went downstairs to compete with each other.

The master and apprentice returned from Yuhuatai and rested for a day.

On the 19th, Zhao Hao and his son returned to Caijia Lane and attended the neighbors holding a thriving banquet for the four of them, wishing them success.

The next day, it was the day to go north.

Everyone gathered at the Jiangdongmen Guanchuan Wharf and reluctantly sent the four people to the passenger ship full of yellow flags.

This day is auspicious day. Not only the day when Zhao Shouzheng and other new imperial examination candidates go north, but also more past examination candidates go to Beijing to take the exam together.

There were crowds of people on the pier, and the cars and horses who came to see him off lined up from Jiangdong Gate to Bailuzhou.

On the passenger ships with yellow flags, the energetic ranks waved goodbye to the teachers, relatives and friends who were seeing them off with a smile. The scene of thousands of people seeing each other was really glorious.

But the more glorious ones were still behind. The juren standing on the boat suddenly found a team of colorful oil-walled carts, struggling to pass through the farewell carts and horses and approaching the pier.

Before the carriages arrived at the pier, all kinds of orchids, muskies, or elegant or rich fragrances were sent to the students by the river breeze.

"It smells so fragrant..." The eunuchs couldn't help but look loud, patted each other's shoulders hard, and said in surprise: "It's Qinhuai female Shi who is here to send us!"

"Whose old beauty is this?" The disciples were so excited that they didn't see each other with a beautiful woman, how could they call themselves talented men?

Today will surely become a good story!

"There must be thirty or forty people. Oh my god, I saw Zheng Yanru and Qi Jingyun's car..."

There is a flower-tasting event in the Qinhuai River every year. The winner of the flower courtesan is a pure gold flower. It is inserted into a carriage and is jealous of all the people.

Zheng Yanru was the courtesan last year, and there was a golden peony in the carriage. Qi Jingyun was the courtesan from the previous year, and there was a golden begonia in the carriage.

Once the carriages of these two people arrived, no one dared to say who was his old lover.

But the students quickly thought of another possibility and became collectively excited.

"How much does Qinhuai female history love talents? This is here to send us the exam!"

"How can you be worthy of them if you don't get the top scorer back?"

So the disciples shouted together, and the family members who were seeing off their lives quickly made way out and not to cause trouble for the female history...

Today, the words of the students are very useful.

Under their shouts, the team formed by the oil-blocked carts soon arrived in front of the dock.

Only then did the students see clearly that in addition to the carriage of Qinhuai female history, there were also carriages of rich scholars in the convoy.

What made them even more incredible was that the one who got off the carriage first was actually a bald man...

I saw Master Xuelang, who was wearing a snow-white monk's robe and embroidered golden robe, slowly walked out of the car, and immediately compared the men in the audience...

Immediately afterwards, young men from Wuyi and children from Wuyi also got off their car sedans. Then there were Qi Jingyun, Zheng Yanru and a group of Qinhuai female historians like fairies in Yaochi, and Niao Nianna appeared on the dock.

Seeing Qinhuai female Shi looking at him, the men on the boat were extremely excited. Many people saw the courtesan for the first time, and some people were about to get off the boat on the spot...

Unexpectedly, the eyes of these people passed by them, as if they were looking for someone.

"There are the father and son of Mr. Zhao!" Xue Lang pointed to the largest and most luxurious Wuji passenger ship with the most flags, and shouted to remind his companions.

On the passenger ship, Zhao Hao, who was watching the fun, knew that things were going to change when he saw the bald head. He turned around and wanted to hide in the cabin, but was blocked by his father and Wu Kangyuan.

"Father, let me go." Zhao Hao struggled hard.

"Silly kid, how many times can life be so glorious? No one can ask for it, why are you hiding?" Zhao Shouzheng smiled and refused to let go.

"Yes, brother, you must have fun in your life. Don't let the beauty face the river." Wu Kangyuan also said with a smile.

Zhao Hao looked at the two disciples again for help.

Eryang shook his head indifferently, and Hua Shuyang whispered: "How dare you move to the master?"

"Master, you have to get used to this kind of scene. Uncle's fans were even more crazy than this back then..." Wang Wuyang also comforted him.

While speaking, the men and women had already rushed to his boat and shouted in unison: "Young Master Zhao, the Red Mansion Poetry Society is here to send you..."

"What Red Mansion Poetry Society?" Everyone on the boat was stunned.

"After the release of "Chujian Ji", all the literati and female historians and ladies in Jinling have a copy. Because they loved Mr. Xiao Zhao so much, they spontaneously organized the Chujian Society and elected the young monk as the first leader. Now there are nearly a hundred members." Xuelang smiled and said:

"As for the name of this poetry club, it naturally comes from the young master's words, "I first realized that I was dreaming of the Red Chamber last night, and I was among the peach blossoms and trees."

Zhao Hao rolled his eyes when he heard this, and thought to himself that it would be appropriate to call the "Britain Poetry Club".

"Of course, if Mr. Zhao doesn't like it, he can change it to another name, such as 'Zhushi Poetry Club', but it seems too lonely and does not conform to the temperament of our Jinling people..."

Xue Lang ignored Zhao Hao's depression and chatted there for a while. Then he introduced the two identities of self-respecting and did not come forward to join in the fun. He said:

"In order to better support Zhao Duzhu, this girl Qi was elected as Zuo Lantai of our company, and Miss Zheng was elected as Younayan of our company. Today we will meet Mr. Xiao Zhao."

Qi Jingyun and Zheng Yanru bent their knees together, nodded and lowered their eyebrows, bowed slightly, and said a blessing to Zhao Hao.
Chapter completed!