When Wang Wuyang got up, Zhao Hao handed him the bowl of sour plum soup.

Wang Wuyang hurriedly took it, drank it all in one go, and felt that he had come back to life.

"Have the master accepted his disciple?"

"It's just that you talk too much." Zhao Hao retorted, but his tone was not as stiff as before.

After all, who can withstand such high-end, elegant and high-end rainbow blowing?

"Then I will continue to kneel..." Wang Wuyang closed his eyes, as if he wanted to stay on.

But Zhao Hao coughed lightly and asked, "What do you mean by your elders?"

"Because my disciple is so excellent, I let my parents decide everything." Wang Wuyang's eyes lit up, and he felt hope, and he quickly replied: "They will not care about my own affairs."

"Haha..." Zhao Hao thought to himself, this is really a feather flock. My father is the same...

"What about your uncle?"

"My uncle is just an uncle, so I can't control me." Wang Wuyang said, taking out his own signature letter from his sleeve and giving it to Zhao Hao with both hands, saying, "In short, my disciple can be his own master..."

Zhao Hao didn't want to accept the post, so it would be difficult to throw away this thing if it was touched. But when he saw the name written on it, he was stunned.

"Wang Zhoushao? Isn't your name Wang Wuyang?"

"Wang Zhou Shao is me, Zhou Shao is the name of the disciple, and Wuyang is the name of the disciple, and the disciple uses his name to be in the world." Wang Wuyang blinked and explained.

The so-called "line with characters" means that for various reasons, you do not use the name to call yourself, but use characters instead. For example, Qu Yuan, Xiang Yu, Wu Zixu... and Liu Bowen, Yang Shiqi, Wen Zhengming, etc. of this dynasty, are all in this situation, and it is not uncommon.

"Wang Zhou Shao... Zhou Shao..." Zhao Hao recited the name twice silently, couldn't help but laugh, stood up and took the famous post and said, "It's very hard to be my apprentice."

"Ah?" Happiness came too suddenly, and Wang Wuyang was so surprised that he couldn't believe it.

"Forget it if you don't want to come in." Zhao Hao entered the yard with his hands behind his back. Qiaoqiao saw him smiling, as if he had picked up a big wallet.

"Master, I'm here!" Wang Wuyang wanted to stand up, but his legs were already unconscious, so he used his hands and feet to climb into the yard.

Wang Zhoushao, Wang Shizhen, and the fourth place in the palace examination in the second year of Longqing.

This is the seventh-ranking top student in this year. He actually cried and shouted that he would like to be his teacher. If he didn't get such a big advantage, he would be so sorry for the ancestors of the Zhao family.

Zhao Hao's heart instantly felt a hundred benefits of accepting him as his disciple. And more importantly, he was a top student and he could go to high school without having to give him any effort to help!

This kind of benefits and the disciple who doesn't have to worry about it is like a fool who won't accept it if he has picked up a wallet for nothing!

In other words, if Wang Wuyang had reported another name earlier, Zhao Hao would have accepted the high disciple kindly early in the morning. As a result, he knelt for a long time and wasted so much spit...

So, this person is better not to change his vests randomly.

In the yard, Wang Wuyang sat on the steak, slamming the cold noodles while filling the sour plum soup with big mouthfuls.

Zhao Hao looked through his famous post from the side and couldn't help but ask strangely: "Wuyang, are you a student of Suzhou Prefecture School?"

"Yeah." Wang Wuyang hurriedly wiped his mouth, straightened his seat, put down the bowl and replied: "Report to Master, my disciple is a student who was reimbursed three years ago."

"Then are you not going to participate in this autumn examination?" Zhao Hao asked even more and more strangely, thinking that he had led a top student astray?

"Take it?" Wang Wuyang responded with a solemn expression: "Of course, if the master is not allowed to participate, the disciple will definitely give up the exam."

"I don't mean that." Zhao Hao asked, "I heard that Master Geng, the censor of Tixue, is currently in the Suzhou Prefecture for scientific research, why did you come to Nanjing?"

"This is what the master said." Wang Wuyang breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly: "The disciple was selected as a Confucian scholar because of his excellent academic performance. He did not need to take the scientific examination and could directly take the provincial examination."

"Okay..." Zhao Hao thought to himself that you are a top student and you are awesome. "Are you planning to attend the cultural conference in Nanjing and waiting for the autumn examination?"

"The disciples don't plan to participate in the literary meeting anymore. Their level is too poor. Not only will they waste time, but they will also lower their level." Wang Wuyang showed a disdainful look, and then said with a flattering look: "The disciples plan to follow the master every day, and seize the time to learn more from the master. Otherwise, they will be difficult to serve the master day and night after going to Beijing to take the exam at the end of the year."

Obviously, in Wang Wuyang's opinion, he was already a good thing to take out his body.

"This..." Zhao Hao covered his face with distress. He thought to himself, if he let his disciple see the great master in his heart, he would have to fill up three or two every day, except to tease the little girl, or even lying under the shade of a tree to read idle books, he would probably regret it.

But he did not think about reforming himself, but thought that it would be better to meet in the future. He asked with a smile: "Where are you living now?"

"I arrived in Nanjing the day before yesterday. I stayed in Dabaoen Temple for two nights. After pestering Master Xuelang to tell me the address of my master, I told him that I would not go back." Wang Wuyang said with a look of self-motivation: "The disciple is here to see the master with a belief of burning his boats."

"Then where are you going to rent a house?" Zhao Hao coughed dryly and said, "It is not conducive to concentration on the banks of the Qinhuai River. I see that the scenery on Yuhuatai is good and there is little interference. It is most suitable for reading with peace of mind..."

Yuhuatai is next to Dabaoen Temple, one in the south and the north of Caijia Lane. Zhao Hao obviously wants him to come from and go wherever he lives. The farther he lives, the better. It is best not to be seen once a month.

But although Wang Wuyang was persistent, he was not stupid at all. He immediately shook his head into a rattle: "The student has already said that he would serve his master day and night, so he naturally lived in his master's house."

"Didn't you see that my palm-sized place is already full of people?" Zhao Hao advised earnestly: "You are a candidate now, and you need independent space and absolutely quiet..."

"It's okay, students just want to spend time with their masters, and they don't care about food and accommodation." Wang Wuyang waved his hand and said, "As for independent space, absolute quietness, they are all reasons for the weak to find for themselves. The real strong don't care about these at all."

As he said that, he looked at the newly built wood-room in the yard and said, "I'll just sleep with that one..."

"You really don't mind." Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and said to himself, "Okay, the weak will come back later, and you still have to worry about him calling the master."

But how could Zhao Hao let his disciples sleep in the woodshed? So he asked Gao Wu to tell Yu Jia to arrange a residence nearby for Wang Wuyang.

Nowadays, such trivial matters do not need to be done by Mr. Zhao himself. Just give me an order, and some people in Caijiaxiang rushed to do it.

At dusk, Zhao Shouzheng came back.

When he learned that his son had become a master, Mr. Zhao was so happy that he couldn't stop talking, "Then wouldn't I become a master?"

Wang Wuyang kowtowed to Master in a proper manner, and when Zhao Shouzheng asked him to get up, his pupils shrank.

He didn't expect that the master and the master were all students like him.

How can a mere student teach a son like his master? I heard that his master has never been a master, and he is indeed a master of heaven!

Later, Zhao Jin came back and felt very surprised when he saw his brother accepting disciples, but after carefully examining Wang Wuyang, he praised him.

"This child is a top scholar with solid knowledge and quick thinking!"

‘Puff…’ Zhao Shouzheng sprayed out a mouthful of tea, feeling the pressure was so great.

Looking at Wang Wuyang's smug look, Zhao Hao sneered secretly, "Boy, when you cry for your father and mother."
Chapter completed!