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Chapter 26 I remember that Gan Luo is 12 years old, right? (Ask for a monthly ticket for collection)
Gao Zhang stared at him in bewilderment after helping him up, but he was obviously distracted.

What's wrong?Boss, give me an expression anyway, even if it's just a squeak.

Although I am very versatile, I have to ask questions before I can answer them.

You don't say a fart, how can I continue, how can I enhance our mentor-student friendship?
"Master? Brother? What's wrong with you..."

Gao Zhang's cautious questioning voice finally brought back the soul of Zhao Ji who had fallen into deep self-contemplation.

Seeing Gao Zhang's worried face, Zhao Ji showed a gentle smile, and patted Gao Zhang's arm to comfort him.

"Well, you sit down and rest, let the teacher think about it..."

Gao Zhang sat down obediently, but Zhao Ji, who was in sight, began to walk around the hall with his hands behind his back.

He didn't know what he was muttering, but Gao Zhang saw that Yang Jian lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, looking dumbfounded.

It seems that this should be a mode of Zhao Ji's thinking.

But the problem is that I just finished my apprenticeship, boss, what are you thinking about?

Could it be that this newly promoted master racked his brains thinking of some benefits for himself?
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Gao Zhang sat there quietly, and Yang Jian stood there quietly.

Only Zhao Ji walked around the hall, frowning deeply, as if he had encountered a huge problem.

Indeed, this question is quite difficult. After all, Zhao Ji felt that, as a disciple who was given the mantle in his dream as an exiled immortal.

If you can only rely on such means as luck and the emperor's gift, you can enter the officialdom.

Then in the future, this child will definitely become the target of criticism by those officials, which is not what I want to see.

After all, as a teacher, I would like to see my disciples praised rather than cast aside.

After all, he was still a child, and he entered the court as an official's companion, even if he had himself to protect him.

I am afraid that it will be difficult to withstand the criticism of those officials and the pressure brought by the government and the opposition, but it will be harmful to him instead of beneficial.

If the successor of one's talents cannot stay by his side to teach by example...

Looking at Zhao Ji, he walked around the hall for almost a stick of incense, then suddenly stopped and looked towards Yang Jian.

"I remember, there is an imperial examination this year, right?"

Yang Jian was slightly stunned, and replied respectfully to Zhao Ji.

"Exactly, I passed the Fajie Examination last year, and at the end of next month is the Provincial Examination, and the following month will be the Palace Examination."

"Hmm..." Zhao Ji nodded slightly, and his eyes fell on the innocent and bewildered young Gao Zhang.

"I remember that there is no time limit for the Bietou test for the children of officials. You only need to pass the provincial test before you can participate in the provincial test."

Hearing the words of the official Zhao Ji, Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked at Gao Zhang, who probably didn't even have a full hair.

"The officials are right. I really don't have any time limit for other tests."

"Could it be that the official is interested in..."

"Well, what do you think?"

When Yang Jian heard the rhetorical question, it was as if he had just picked a lemon, and his heart was sore.

I still don't understand, the officials are afraid that they really moved that kind of thought.

Thinking of this child with a small mouth like honey, who is only 11 years old, actually made the officials want to pave a golden road for him.

Yang Jian could only try his best to control the brain cells that were about to separate from his jealousy, and applied eye drops without any trace.

"Officials, although Young Master Gao is very talented, he is still a child after all, a child who has only turned 11..."

The official Zhao Ji couldn't help but nodded in agreement.That's right, although Gao Zhang has a sophisticated skinny body, a sweet mouth, and a sense of humor, he is only 11 years old after all.

Seeing that the officials were in deep thought, Yang Jian couldn't help but secretly rejoice, it seemed that his little trick really had some effect.

But before he had time to blink happily, the official Zhao Ji's voice came to his ears again.

"I remember that Gan Luo was the prime minister, he was 12 years old, right?"

"???"

I saw Gao Zhang, who looked at the official with bright eyes, red lips and white teeth, raised his head and looked around, showing a somewhat excited smile.

"If one of my disciples can pass the Jinshi examination at the age of 11, it will definitely become a good story that will be passed down through the ages."

"Ah this..."

"Ok?"

"The officials are wise, and the servant girl feels that if it is a young master Gao, if he can get a Jinshi at the age of 11.

This is determined to be the youngest Jinshi talent since the Sui Dynasty opened the imperial examination. "

On the face of the official Zhao Ji, an expectant smile finally appeared, and the big hands in the sleeves slowly clenched into fists.

I am a direct immortal, and in my dream I poured out my blood and wept to bestow the mantle of my beloved apprentice.

If the disciple who has won all my mantle does not shock the world, how can he be worthy of his master with the capital of leaving his name in history?
How could I use him so much at such a young age?
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Gao Zhang looked over there in bewilderment, watching Zhao Ji and Yang Jian arguing there, muttering to each other.

Even if I have good ears and eyes, I only heard a few words, as if they were talking about the imperial examination.

This made Gao Zhang completely fascinated. The foolish king was thinking about the imperial examination of the Song Dynasty.

Unexpectedly, he could actually think about the country's major affairs in this Taoist place...

But Gao Zhang is also very clear that since the establishment of the Song Dynasty, emphasizing literature and suppressing martial arts has become an iron law.

However, officials with imperial examination jinshi background are tantamount to boarding a road to success, and it is necessary to fly to the top.

Zhao Ji stroked his short beard, looked at the boy sitting there obediently, his flexible eyes rolling, and finally made up his mind.

Walking towards Gao Zhang slowly, Gao Zhang got up obediently and saluted Zhao Ji.

"Master..."

Zhao Ji turned his head and waved his hand towards Yang Jian. Yang Jian, a confidant eunuch, could only retreat outside the palace gate in great depression.

Only then did Zhao Ji kindly pull Gao Zhang to sit down, and the master and apprentice sat side by side in front of the statue of Haotian God.

"Xiao Gao, let's put aside the procedure of apprenticeship for now. In addition, the relationship between you and me as a teacher and apprentice, as a teacher, I hope you can keep it a secret."

"Oh, well, the disciple listens to the master. In front of people, is it okay to call the master a little brother?"

Gao Zhang looked obedient, sensible and obedient, nodded vigorously, and made a promise.

What I need is a big backer like you, who is more affectionate than gold, as long as you approve of it, so what if others don't know?
"Of course, you can rest assured that doing this for the teacher is for your sake."

Looking at Zhao Ji, who has a kind face and a gentle tone, Gao Zhang couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.

Although Hunjun is that kind of thing, it is not too bad for him anyway.

"As a teacher, I would like to ask you, who said 'Writing thousands of times in the heart, writing a million words in the pen'?"

Hearing this, Gao Zhang shyly touched his pink and tender face.

"It's the disciple who felt it for a while, and talked nonsense. I don't know where it came from. The master is worthy of knowledge, and he knows it."

Looking at Gao Zhang's innocent smiling face, he looked at himself with admiration.

The official Zhao Ji patted Fa's leg with his big hand, as if he had finally made up his mind.

We must pave a golden road for this talented disciple.

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　For those who are not addicted, you can move to the same type of old book "The First Family of the Tang Dynasty" that I just finished.
　　
　
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