Old Lady Ye was actually very clear that his only help to Ye Jing and his son was to live well, the longer the better, so as not to implicate Ye Jing back to his hometown to observe the system once he passed away.

After hearing the words of Old Lady Ye, Ye Chunqiu felt the burden on his shoulders was heavy.

He and Ye Jing walked up the pier side by side, turned around and saw countless pairs of eyes looking at him and his father. When they saw Ye Chunqiu turning back, some bowed, some waved their hands and called, and some were just silent.

Ye Chunqiu and Ye Jing have boarded the boat, and these people... may not be able to see them again in this life.

The boat was swept with water marks and began to go down the water. At this time, the dawn was revealed. The father and son stood at the bow of the boat, watching the people on the shore getting farther and farther away, gradually becoming blurred. Instead, they were the willows on both sides of the shore and the new branches of thousands of trees after the New Year. The river was surging, carrying countless people's earnest expectations.

Nanjing...Nanjing!

Ye Chunqiu whispered softly, this is his new starting point.

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Needless to say, many students who travel far and study and take the exam, regardless of wealth, poverty, may have experienced it in this era.

It took half a month to see Nanjing City finally.

There are no towering city walls here, nor the magnificent scene of Stone City.

Ye Chunqiu originally thought it was a magnificent capital, but he expected that it was a bunch of houses that extended to the Zijin Mountain in the distance, with no end to see.

Well, the magnificence I imagined is still in the inner city. After a hundred years of changes, the city has unconsciously begun to extend, and the original city wall has long become a barrier to the noble and humble city.

Fortunately, the place where Ye Chunqiu and Ye Jing went was the inner city, Nanjing Imperial College, a holy place of the Ming Dynasty. Now, the halo is no longer there. However, its place is adjacent to the Confucius Temple, but it is the closest to the Nanjing Palace, and it is definitely the most exquisite part of this huge capital.

Unfortunately... Ye Chunqiu is not a developer.

The father and son hired a vine sedan chair and rushed to the inner city excitedly.

This is a new beginning, and Ye Chunqiu was quite looking forward to it. No matter what, he would be enrolling here. And that Master Xuezheng also promised that the living here must be excellent. In short, the academic officials of the Imperial College have already been waiting for the two top students to enter the school. The most comfortable dormitory has been prepared. Not only did it solve the problem of accommodation, but it also solved the problem of eating. He and his father just need to study with peace of mind and prepare for the exam.

Looking forward very much.

Looking at the bustling street scene in the vine sedan chair, the crowd one after another, and the shouting everywhere, Ye Chunqiu enjoyed everything now. He didn't have to live in a messy inn, and he didn't have to spend time and effort to find a house to rent. Because he was Jieyuan, he deserved good treatment. This should be considered a privilege.

He was like a long-distance traveler, without any worries, and was only anxious to reach his goal and began to live a pampered life.

When we entered the inner city, the prevention and control here began to become tighter and pedestrians began to be scarce. If we wanted to enter the inner city, we not only had to pay taxes, but also had to strictly check and salute. Fortunately, the identity of scholars was always effective. The officers and soldiers at the city gate did not make things difficult. After passing the city tower several meters high, the ground was no longer uneven, but paved with blue bricks on the streets. The streets were spotless. Along the way were locust trees under the spring breeze. The more they went inside, there were more and more towering buildings.

Well, I was a little hungry. When I arrived at the place, I wonder if that Xuezheng would entertain me and have food to eat?

I'm still very sleepy, so I need to settle down as soon as possible.

Ye Chunqiu was in a relaxed mood. When he was about to arrive at the Imperial College, he suddenly smelled a pungent smell.

What does it taste? What's burning?

It turns out that like in the countryside, Nanjing City also needs to burn rice stalks? Or... Is there something wrong with my sense of smell?

Ye Chunqiu was stunned for a moment and hurriedly opened the curtain to look.

Then he was scared to pee.

He had already seen the stone yard of the Imperial College, and the words "The Memorial of the Master of All Ages" were written on it. From a distance, it looked majestic, but... Behind the archway and the ritual gate, Ye Chunqiu saw the rolling smoke, and the smoke rolled up to the sky, so that hundreds of meters away, Ye Chunqiu could see ashes floating in the sky with his naked eyes, and subconsciously wiped his face, with a black face.

Ye Chunqiu was busy getting out of the sedan chair, and Ye Jing on the other side also got out of the sedan chair.

The father and son dared not get close, so they stopped far away, shoulder to shoulder. Ye Jing said with confusion: "Chunqiu, is this the Imperial College?"

"It seems to be." In fact, Ye Chunqiu was a little uncertain, but the archway of the Master of the All Times could not deceive people. Moreover, he also saw a huge building in the smoke and dust. It was Minglun Hall. The Minglun Hall in the world was roughly of the same specifications, but the size was different.

Where there is Minglun Hall, it should be either a tribute courtyard or a temple, or... it is the Imperial College.

"It's on fire, spring and autumn, blue sky and sun, why is it on fire?"

Ye Chunqiu's brain was a little thrust. He was very hungry, but he didn't know how to answer, so he had to say, "Dad, I'm shocked."

Ye Jing nodded in agreement and said, "I am also shocked by my father."

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The rolling smoke almost covered half of the sky. The huge fire burned down the buildings in the Imperial College. The Imperial College is very grand and covers a huge area, so even though the smoke rolled, it only burned one corner. Ye Chunqiu was still shocked. He looked at everything in front of him and felt a sense of déjà slightest walking into the tiger's den inattention.

This...is the Nanjing Imperial College.

Then he heard the roars of many tribute students. They seemed very angry, and there were still some people applauding from afar.

Ye Chunqiu thought these people were funny.

Someone around him sighed and actually said in a Hangzhou accent: "Oh... I'm shocked, they really dare to do such a thing."

Ye Chunqiu looked sideways, but found that at some point a short fat man stood beside him.

"Zhang Long!" Ye Chunqiu had an impression. Isn't this man the last time he claimed to be Zheng Tixue's uncle? Damn, look at his Lunzi Confucian shirt, is it also a tribute student here?

No, he didn't seem to have won the imperial examination.

There are many ways for tribute students, some are excellent local scholars, with top grades and can be awarded tribute through recommendations from local governments.

There is also the so-called donation tribute students, called donation students or donation jails, and they can also be recommended to study in the Imperial College.

Of course, if a juren refuses to go to the Ministry of Personnel to select officials, he can also go to the Imperial College to study.
Chapter completed!