Duan Yuming rushed over after half an hour. Seeing his blushing face, Yang Hao knew that the matter was done. Qi Yu's carriage was downstairs. Yang Hao wanted to leave but was pulled by Qi Mo. The four of them had a drink until the afternoon.

Yang Hao was sixty or seventy percent drunk, and almost fell down when he went downstairs. Qi Yu and Ling'er stood in front of the carriage with their hands hanging down, without the arrogance of the past. Yin Tongxiang drank Yang Hao and wanted to help him onto the carriage, but Yang Hao refused to insist on riding a horse. As a last resort, Yin Tongxiang had to ride a horse and send him back to the Xining Marquis Mansion. When he arrived at the door of the mansion, Ling'er jumped out of the carriage to help Yang Hao, but was pushed away by Yang Hao.

After seeing Yin Tongxiang off, Yang Hao walked to the carriage and lifted the bamboo curtain, and said to Qi Yu with a cold face: "Don't forget your identity and continue this scene."

Qi Yu lowered his eyebrows and replied "Yes", held Yang Hao's hand and walked to the car door, and suddenly said in a low voice: "If you are usually, you should carry me into the door." In an instant, Qi Yu restored his identity as the foresighted young lady of the Marquis' Mansion, with a rosy face and a bright look in his eyes. Yang Hao smiled and reached out to pick her up. In the envious eyes of the servants, the foresighted young lady who returned to visit relatives, the foresighted young lady who returned to visit her family came home.

...

It was pitch black outside the house, the night sky was cold and the stars were dotted, and Chang'an City was still sleeping soundly.

On the street, officials who went to the morning court were mostly riding horses and a few walking; some servants were chanting lanterns to guide the way, and some were carrying lanterns themselves. Many people were holding steamed buns, buns, flower rolls, and rice balls in their hands.

Xiao Si carried the luggage rolls, Yang Hao carried the lanterns, and the master and servant walked across the cold streets and came outside the Yanxi Gate, where the imperial city was moving. The three-day holiday given to Yang Hao by the Ministry of War, a blink of an eye. The military generals in the court were sent to the Massacre Academy for a period of study before the border town. This was a regulation set by Li Ang. During the training, he had to live in the dormitory in the yard.

Tai Chi Palace is the old palace of the Sui Dynasty. It is collectively known as the three inner palaces of Chang'an, as well as the Daming Palace and Xingqing Palace. Because it is located in the west, it is also called "Xi Nei". Emperor Gaozu of Tang Dynasty Li Yuan established the foundation of the Tang Dynasty here, and the wise ruler Li Shimin created the Zhenguan rule here, but since Emperor Gaozong Li Zhi, it has gradually become neglected here.

The Mass Academy is located in the former site of the Secretariat of Tai Chi Palace. This is what Yang Hao did not expect. The military academy was set up in the palace, which shows how much expectations the founders had for it. Yang Hao did not expect that there was not even a guard in front of the highest military academy in the Tang Dynasty. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the dead leaves on the stone steps were clattering.

Yang Hao put down his luggage, stepped forward and knocked on the door knocker. After a while, no one responded. He pushed the door open by himself. In front of him was a wide courtyard, and opposite was a magnificent hall. In front of the hall were two ginkgo trees thickly wrapped around, and an old white hunchbacked eunuch sweeping the fallen leaves on the stone steps.

"I wonder if the old man, where is the duty station of the Minister of Wu?" The "Mr. Wu" mentioned by Yang Hao is named Wu Ming, who is the junior supervisor of the Sect Masters. Wu Ming once served as the Minister of War. Later, he was dismissed for offending the Quan Yin and was originally exiled to Yazhou. He was the Minister of the Sect Masters, Shao Qin, who tried to protect him.

"Ah, you look for Lord Wu, he is not here today." The old eunuch looked at Yang Hao, "General is the Yang Sige who mistakenly regards the "Tai School" as the "university"?"

Yang Hao smiled bitterly in his heart. He was probably betrayed this infatuation of ignorance.

"It's Yang Hao who is ignorant."

The old eunuch smiled at Yang Hao's frank newspaper, and he pointed to the corner door on the right side of the hall: "Where to go in? Go to the study to find Mr. Zhong. If you want to enter the Assassination Courtyard, you must first pass his level."

Yang Hao felt a sudden sigh of heart. It turned out that he had to take cultural exams when he entered school. Could it be that he could not avoid the entrance exam if he had an emperor's oral order? If the teacher in the study wanted to write poetry and essays by himself, it would be a death.

Yang Hao tidied up his clothes and walked to the right corner door with trepidation.

The courtyard gate is wide open, the courtyard is clean and quiet, spotless, with strange flowers and plants, and faint fragrance. Three main halls are facing each other, with wide doors and windows, and the decorations in the house are clear at a glance. In front of the window, a gray-clothed scholar was painting at his desk.

Yang Hao cleared his throat and bowed to the end: "Student Yang Hao, see Mr. Zhong." The scholar held four or five brushes in his hand, and was busy. When he heard Yang Hao's words, he neither looked up nor said anything. Yang Hao did not dare to ask, nor dare to enter the door, but just waited with his hands down.

After a while, the scribe threw away the brush in his hand, looked at the painting he had just completed, and asked without raising his head: "Are you the Yang Hao who mistakenly took the 'Tai School' as the 'university'?"

Yang Hao smiled slightly, "It's just that I'm not talented."

"Do you know who wrote the "Great University"?"

"Mr. Hui, it was written by Saint Confucius."

The scholar snorted coldly when he heard this, picked up the pen and changed it two parts on the new work, and then looked at it carefully for a while.

"Can you recite it?"

"Yes, I know a little bit." Yang Hao was full of disconfidence when he said this. When he was very young, he could recite a little bit under the supervision of his mother, but he was afraid he would forget it all for so many years.

The scribe did not ask, "There is a plum blossom in the corner of the wall. Please write a poem with this title."

Yang Hao looked at the plum blossom in the corner, and immediately remembered Wang Anshi's poem "Plum Blossom":

"There are several plum branches in the corner of the wall, and the cold blooms alone. I know it is not snow, but because there is a faint fragrance."

The scholar smiled and said, "Although it's superficial, it's natural. You have passed this level. Go to see General Tang Hu. He has a bad temper. Be careful."

Yang Hao was very surprised and wondered if his ears were wrong. The Masaya Garden was indeed ruined, and the entrance exam was like a joke.

There is a jujube tree thick with its hug in the small courtyard where Tang Hu lives. On the weapons rack under the jujube tree, there are more than 30 kinds of weapons, some of which were used by Yang Hao, some of which have not been used by him, and more of which are unheard of Qimen weapons. Looking at these cold and scattered weapons, Yang Hao secretly felt that this person should not be underestimated.

The doors of the three main rooms in the east of the courtyard were wide open, and a thick black man was lying on his back on the bed and snoring heavily. Several jars of wine rolled down on the blue brick floor in front of the bed, and a pungent smell of alcohol came to his face. Yang Hao felt disgusted and turned around and left.

"Who is coming?" Yang Hao just walked to the door when Tang Hu's voice came from the room, and then he heard the sound of him stretching and yawning.

"Yang Hao is here to take the exam." Yang Hao replied coldly without looking back.

"Why leave when you come?"

"I'm afraid of disturbing my dream."

"Rareless, start from now on, I am your coach. Is there anyone who talks to the coach like this?" Tang Hu said as he put on a short shirt and stood under the eaves.

"Is that so? It turns out that the lord is the coach, and I thought he was a casual official."

When Tang Hu heard this, he was furious and grabbed Yang Hao with a "rubbing" and grabbed Yang Hao, swung his fist and shouted, "Tell me clearly, who is the idle man?" Tang Hu was eight feet tall and had a big waist, and Yang Hao was a little smaller than him. Yang Hao felt a little regretful. After all, Tang Hu was older than him, and his official title and qualifications were above him. It was indeed inappropriate to insult him like this. But the words were like splashing water, so they could not be recycled.

Yang Hao relaxed and said, "The sun is high now, but you are sleeping in the house. What's this not a idle man?"

"Bird of the Thieves!" Tang Hu punched Yang Hao's face. He punched too fast, and Yang Hao had no time to dodge. He was hit by his mouth and nose, and his nose was bleeding for a while. Yang Hao hurriedly added a move to "Tao Jinshan Down". He grabbed Tang Hu's wrist with his right arm and pressed down hard. He wanted to force Tang Hu to let go, but Tang Hu's arm was like cast iron, and he didn't move at all without Yang Hao's all his strength.

Yang Hao shouted, "What kind of hero is that if you have brute force? If you have the kindness, let's go, let's fight again."

Tang Hu said angrily: "Don't let your mother go, you can't even break my hand, so you deserve to fight with me." After saying that, Zhao Shu punched again. This time, Yang Hao turned his head and avoided it. Unexpectedly, Tang Hu's move was a false move. He took advantage of Yang Hao's dodging opportunity and kicked Yang Hao in the lower abdomen. Yang Hao squatted down with his stomach covering his stomach.

"How is my kick?" Tang Hu was proud.

"Good leg techniques, come again!" Yang Hao struggled to stand up, shook his arms, crossed his legs, and jumped up. Yang Hao understood that he was definitely not Tang Hu's opponent when he was fighting head-on. He used the fighting technique that was popular in the world more than 1,200 years later - Jeet Kune Do, and wanted to win a surprise victory.

"Boy, stop tossing. Kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistakes, and I will let you go."

"Don't think about it. Woo-ah--" Yang Hao suddenly made a straight punch like lightning and headed straight for Tang Hu's face. Unexpectedly, Tang Hu had already seen through the opportunity and grabbed Yang Hao's wrist. With a clockwise rotation, Yang Hao was afraid that he would break his arm, so he had to turn it around a few times according to his movements.

Tang Hu threw it forward casually, and Yang Hao fell firmly on the green brick floor. This time he fell too heavily and could only get up after a while. Yang Hao spat out a mouthful of blood foam and shouted: "You have good fists and feet, but you may not have to be a weapon. Let's fight for weapons."

Tang Hu smiled and said, "Your Yang Family Gun is also quite famous. Come on, you can choose weapons, I will defeat you with empty hands."

Yang Hao was very angry and snatched a pair of two guns, shouting: "I advise you to use weapons too, and my subordinates will never show mercy." Tang Hu sneered, suddenly his body surged, and in the blink of an eye he forced Yang Hao to the front. Yang Hao smiled secretly and said: "No matter how strong you are, can you still fight the gun?"

Yang Hao roared, and the gun was divided into two directions, running to Tang Hu's throat and **. The short gun was longer than his arm. Yang Hao did not avoid Tang Hu's straight punch, but he would rescue him. This was originally a top plan. Unexpectedly, Tang Hu saw that the two guns stabbed him at his vital points, so he did not dodge or avoid, and he raised his chest to greet him.

Yang Hao was shocked and shouted: "Stop!" Tang Hu turned a blind eye and punched his heart. Yang Hao had already seen his skills. If this punch was hit, he would be seriously injured. Between life and death, honor and disgrace, Yang Hao still withdrew his two guns. He closed his eyes and prepared to accept the thunderous attack.

Tang Hu's fist hit his chest, soft and weak.

"Why don't you use force?" Yang Hao was deeply surprised.

"Why is your gun going back?" Tang Hu grinned and showed his neat white teeth.

"I..." Yang Hao was puzzled, "I have no grudges and no grudges with you, why should I kill you?"

Tang Hu slapped Yang Hao's big hand on the shoulder, "Good, you've passed the test."

"Ah..." Yang Hao was a little confused.

"Haha," an old laughter came from the gate of the courtyard. A white old man walked in with a group of officials of all sizes, one of whom was Mr. Zhong, whom he had met before.

Tang Hu gave the old man a junior tribute, and said to Yang Hao who was stunned by the side: "This is Master Shao, a scholar in the Academy." When Yang Hao heard that the old man in the ninth head was Shao Qin, the head of the Mama Academy, he hurriedly knelt down.

Shao Qin smiled and said, "You are the only trainee in our college who has passed the dual examinations of civil and military affairs in the past seven years."
Chapter completed!