I'm about to become an immortal, do you want me to be a prince?

Chapter 29: Zhu Zi, how are you different from Cao Bandit?
"Go to school? If you don't go, you won't go if you're beaten to death!"

Li Mu refused to go to school.

But Changsun Wugou said, this is what the great, bright and correct emperor said.

You have to go if you don’t.

Otherwise, there will be no civil servants in the future.

I'm so...

Li Mu almost breathed out his breath and killed Li Shimin.

But when he thinks of system tasks, there is still that golden merit point.

Li Mu endured it.

Isn't it just a school, what's the big deal, I survived the nine-year obligation, not bad for one or two years.

"When do you go to school?"

"The sooner the better, preferably in these two days."

"Where are you going?"

"Guozijian."

Ok?
Guozijian?
The name sounds quite grand.

It sounds like a place where elites gather.

Probably similar to Peking University and Tsinghua University in the previous life!
Well, that can have.

"You make preparations in the next two days, bring Shuxiu with you, and then visit Kong Jijiu."

"Kong Jijiu? Who is it?"

"It's Kong Yingda, Bachelor Kong, and Bachelor Kong is the Guozijian Jijiu."

Oh, that means this Kong is the principal of Guozijian.

Hey, wait a minute, this guy's surname is Kong, isn't it the same Kong as Confucius?
"Aunt Empress, what does this Kong Jijiu have to do with Confucius?"

"Kong Jijiu is exactly the blood of Kong Sheng."

Fuck, it's really true, then this family background is amazing.

"Okay, I will visit Kong Jijiu tomorrow."

Li Mu looked forward to preparing to go to watch the legendary Kong Sheng's blood tomorrow.

In addition, experience the gathering place of elite students of Datang Dynasty.

Maybe at that time, I will be influenced and inspired by the academic atmosphere of the elite students of the Imperial College, and my ideological realm will be sublimated at once.

Maybe a best-selling book "I Build Spiritual Civilization in the Tang Dynasty" can be brewed on the spot.

Well, good, good!
the next day.

Li Mu got up early in the morning, and then faced the mirror, fiddled with for more than half an hour, making himself look handsome.

It's as grand as going to a wedding.

After dressing up, he picked up the pork strips on the table and went out.

Destination, Wubenfang, Guozijian.

At this time, the office of the principal of the Imperial College.

Kong Yingda, Principal Kong, looked at the pork strips on the desk.

The corners of his mouth twitched again and again.

"Is this your Shuxiu?" Old Kong asked with his eyes wide open.

"That's right, Kong Jijiu, this pig was raised by a student himself, it's guaranteed to be delicious!"

In Li Mu's limited knowledge of ancient costume TV dramas, isn't Shu Xiu just pork strips?

That's how it's done on TV.

But looking at Lao Kong's expression now, Li Mu guessed that he might not like pork.

Kong Yingda looked at Li Mu's silly and innocent expression, and her heart was very complicated.

The old man is also a Guozijian sacrificial wine, the blood of Kong Sheng, and one of the eighteen scholars of the Tang Dynasty.

Even if you don't rely on these names, just his "Kong Yingda" is in Datang.

It is synonymous with culture.

It is the human form of Wenquxing on the ground.

It is the crystallization of wisdom.

It is a living humanoid self-propelled library.

He is one of the most authoritative interpreters of Confucius' sayings in the world.

In short, it's right not to explain.

In the end, it was only worth a pork strip?

Why do you look down on me, someone Kong?

Gritting his teeth, Lao Kong took a deep breath.

The old man is a man of culture, not as knowledgeable as a kid.

After all, this kid was also introduced by Empress Changsun, so please save face.

So, Lao Kong adjusted his facial expression, trying to make himself look amiable.

"You are Li Mu?"

"Students are."

"Can you compose poetry?"

"Students are dull and not good at poetry."

Originally, as an excellent time traveler, copying poems and so on is basic practice.

It's not easy to just dump him three hundred Tang poems or something.

but!
We are a traveler with integrity and a bottom line, copying poems is too low.

Be honest, be reliable.

So, he directly admitted, I won't!

At this moment, Fu Bo, who was standing beside him, suddenly took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

Pidianpidian ran over and handed it to Kong Yingda.

"Confucius Jijiu, my young master is humble and dare not make a fool of himself in front of Confucius Jijiu. This old slave presents poems on his behalf."

Ok?
Uh-huh? ?
hmmmm? ? ?
When did I write poetry?

Where did Forbe's "poem" come from?
"Fu Bo, where are you from?"

"My lord forgot, when you were in Jingnan the year before last, I occasionally picked up a pen, and the old slaves collected all the works I wrote."

What the hell!

Li Mu was shocked at the time.

Why? When I first came here, sometimes I would pick up a pen to practice calligraphy and learn the advanced postures of Datang.

But the point is, some of these graffiti works are shameful!

Unable to read, Fu Bo thought these were poems.

I brought it here today.

Li Mu's whole body is not well, if there is a song by Lao Huang, "The scent of the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is full of golden armour", then it will be called Chi Ji!
"Uncle Fu, Uncle Uncle, wait a moment, wait a moment, that's not poetry, really not poetry."

Li Mu was about to snatch the paper back, but unfortunately he was a step too late, as Kong Yingda had already taken it.

Spread it out and look carefully.

I saw that Kong Ying's face changed from calm at first, to interest, then to shock, and finally to anger.

Until Lao Kong covered his chest and yelled.

"Zhuzi, it's really disgraceful, get the hell out of here, old man!"

Then the paper was crumpled up by Lao Kong and thrown at Li Mu.

Li Mu picked it up weakly, and spread it out to have a look.

I saw it written on it.

"People in the world destroy me, bully me, humiliate me, laugh at me, belittle me, belittle me, hate me, lie to me, how should I deal with it?

Just bear him, let him, let him, avoid him, endure him, respect him, ignore him, sleep with his wife! "

puff!
Seeing the last sentence, Li Mu spit on himself.

Quickly put on the paper and ran out of the principal's office as if fleeing.

After running for a long distance, I could vaguely hear Principal Kong's roar of throwing a teacup.

"Zhuzi, what's the difference between you and Cao thief?"

Li Mu said that he was wronged, I am really different from Boss Cao, Principal Kong.

I really don't have that fetish.

You look carefully at my eyes.

Isn't it very innocent?
(End of this chapter)