Clear and Muddy Loss of Love (MTL) (1)

11

Even before dawn, students who participated in the childbirth test one after another entered the city. Nangong let the ascend the throne and strive to redress Wen Chongwu. Even the childbirth test has very high specifications. The road that passed from the city gate to the academy was swept by in the morning, and the shops around were quiet.

Yunzhou is a big state and is adjacent to the capital. Many students with the same thoughts as Qi Yan came from other places. Most of them are alone with their cages, and some carry bookboys or attendants.

As Nangong encouraged the thrifty students to dress mostly plainly, there is one of the most intuitive ways to identify their origin: the posture of the road.

Seeing those brisk footsteps, two sleeves fluttering and watching, they must all come from humble students.

And those who don't squint, walk steadily and silently, with straight shoulders, mostly come from Shuxiang Mendi.

If there is someone who has a strong chest but does not hold his head up, he just clasps one hand on the lower abdomen and below the chest, and the other hand shakes the wide sleeve with a slight pace, the road is silent and the upper body is not moving. Noble son of the family.

This walking posture is passed down from the past and is called: elegant posture.

"Fine and elegant posture" is not just walking, but includes many aspects such as words and deeds. If you want to appreciate the essence of the middle school, you not only have to practice from a young age, but also have to pay a high price to teach it carefully. Qi Yan has seen this elegant posture from her master. However, the other party did not teach her.

Qi Yan has always been curious about the identity of the masked person, but the books she read have been screened by the masked person herself, and only by some clues on weekdays, it can be inferred that the masked person had a distinguished identity and family background.

Before the entrance, six square tables were placed side by side in front of the entrance of the academy, and the students waited quietly in six rows.

At this moment, a sudden noise made the students frown, and saw a young master wearing a damask lying on his back and slumped on the shoulder-mounted sedan chair.

Qi Yan only glanced back and looked away: Ding Fengshan came.

Jiading directly lifted the sedan chair in front of the outermost team, and rudely pushed away the leading student: "Give up the position!"

The student looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a pale-washed coarse gown, and his face was flushed with red: "Heavy school, how can you be so rude?"

Jiading didn't take it seriously, and cried out loudly, "The eldest son of Dingfu can use your position, it is a blessing you repaired in your last life! Let it go!"

The young man was stunned, apparently knowing Ding Fengshan's identity, and the momentum weakened, glanced at Ding Fengshan and whispered, "Let's make it." Holding the box cage to the last line.

Jia Ding carried Ding Fengshan with the cloth pocket containing the four treasures of the study, and said, "Master, young, I wish you the best title!"

Many people laughed secretly in their hearts: This family of Ding Zhi not only should not be Jinger, but also very vulgar, but it was a childhood test that Ding Fengshan participated in at the age of nineteen years old.

Only one man snorted and said disdainfully, "A man."

Qi Yan turned his head, and the speaker was a teenager of his own age. He was simply carrying a box cage with a transparent jade pendant hanging around his waist.