I’m Almost At Immortal Ascension, You Say You Want Me To Be The Prince?

"Go to school? If you don't go, you won't go 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 need for civil servants to do it in the future.

What am I...

Li Mu almost shot Li Shimin to death with a mouthful of Spiritual Qi.

But when I think of system tasks, there is still that golden merit point.

Li Mu endured it.

Isn't it just going to school? What's the big deal? Daddy has survived his nine-year obligation, not bad for one or two years.

"When do you go to school?"

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

"Where to go?"

"Guozijian."

Um?

Imperial College?

The name sounds pretty tall.

It is the place where the elites gather.

It is probably similar to Peking University and Tsinghua University in the previous life!

Well, there can be.

"You have to prepare for these two days, and then bring Shu Xiu, and then visit Kong Jijiu."

"Kong Jijiu? Who?"

"It is Bachelor Kong Yingda Kong, and Bachelor Kong is Guozijian Jijiu."

Oh, it means that the surname Kong is the principal of Guozijian.

Hey, wait, this guy's last name is Kong, isn't it the same Kong as Confucius?

"Aunt Queen, does this Kong Jijiu have anything to do with Confucius?"

"Kong Jijiu is the blood of Kong Sheng."

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

"Well, I will visit Kong Jijiu tomorrow."

With a look of expectation, Li Mu prepared to look around the legendary Kong Sheng bloodline tomorrow.

In addition, get to know the gathering place of the elite students of Datang.

Perhaps by then, I was influenced and inspired by the academic atmosphere of the elite students of the Imperial College, and the realm of thinking would be sublimated in a flash.

Maybe a best-selling book "I'm Building a Spiritual Civilization in Datang" can be brewed on the spot.

Well, not bad, not bad!

......

the next day.

Li Mu got up early in the morning, and then looked in the mirror for more than half an hour, dressing himself up as handsome.

It's as grand as going to a wedding.

After getting dressed, 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.

Principal Kong Yingdak, looking at the pork strips on the desk.

The corners of the mouth twitched and twitched.

"Is this your beam repair?" Lao Kong asked with staring eyes.

"Yes, Kong Jijiu, this pig was raised by the student himself, so it's delicious!"

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

This is how it is performed in TV dramas.

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

Kong Yingda looked at Li Mu with a silly and innocent expression, and his heart was very complicated.

The old man fake is also Guozijian Jijiu, the blood of Kong Sheng, one of the eighteen bachelors of the Tang Dynasty.

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

It is synonymous with culture.

It is Wenquxing's human form on the ground.

It is the crystallization of wisdom.It is a living humanoid self-propelled library.

He is one of the people with the most authoritative interpretation of Kong Sheng's quotations in the world.

In short, it's right if you don't explain it.

As a result... Is it worth a piece of pork?

Do you look down on me, someone?

After gritting his teeth, Lao Kong took a deep breath.

The old man is an educated person, and he is not as knowledgeable as a kid.

In any case, this kid was also introduced by the Queen of Longsun, so please give me some Face.

So, Lao Kong adjusted his facial expressions, trying to make himself look kind and kind.

"You are Li Mu?"

"The student is exactly."

"Can you write poems?"

"Students are dull, not good at poetry."

Originally, as an excellent traverser, copying poems and other things is a basic exercise.

It's not a matter of grabbing him to throw three hundred Tang poems casually.

but!

We are a traverser with discipline and bottom line, copying poems or something is too low.

Be honest and reliable.

So, he admitted directly, I won't!

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

Pidian Pidian ran over and handed it to Kong Yingda.

"Kong Jijiu, my son is humble and dare not show his ugliness in front of Kong Jijiu. The old slave presented his poems on his behalf."

Um?

Uh-huh? ?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ? ?

When did I write poetry.

Where did Uncle Fu's "poem" come from?

"Uncle Fu, where did you come from?"

"The son forgot. When the son was in Jingnan two years ago, he occasionally picked up a pen and collected all the books and old slaves."

Damn it!

Li Mu was shocked at the time.

Especially when I first walked through it, I sometimes picked up a pen to practice calligraphy and learn about the advanced postures of the Tang Dynasty.

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

Uncle Fu didn't know the words and thought these were poems.

I brought it here today.

Li Mu's whole person is not good, if there is an old yellow song "Scented into the sky through Chang'an, full of golden armor" or something, then it is called Equatorial!

"Fu Bo, Fu Bo, you wait a while, you give me a wait, that's not a poem, it's really not a poem."

Li Mu was just about to grab the paper back, but it was a pity that Kong Yingda had already picked it up.

Spread it out and take a closer look.

I saw that Kong Ying's face was light and light at the beginning, slowly became quite interested, then became shocked, and finally turned into anger.

Until... Lao Kong yelled while clutching his chest.

"Zhuzi, it's really insulting to be gentle, you get rid of the old man!"

Then the paper was crumpled into a ball by the old hole and thrown on Li Mu.

Li Mu picked it up weakly and spread it out.

I saw it said.

"The world destroys me, deceives me, insults me, laughs at me, despises me, deceives me, hates me, lie to me, what should I do?

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

puff!

Seeing the last sentence, Li Mu sprayed himself.

Hurry up with the paper and ran out of the principal's office as if to escape.

After running a long distance, I could still vaguely hear the roar of Principal Kong throwing the teacup.

"Zhuzi, how is Ru and Cao Thief different?"

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

I really don't have that habit, okay?

Take a closer look at my eyes.

Isn't it...very innocent?

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