Since Ye Nan became a disciple of Fang Zhongyong, spring has gone and autumn has come, winter has passed and summer has passed, and ten years have passed in a flash.

Fang Zhongyong, who is 47 years old this year, has slightly frosted temples.

But Ye Nan, who was fifteen years old, still had a round body shape. Although this seemed to be a symbol of wealth in this era, it still made him very distressed.

"A hundred sit-ups, one hundred push-ups every day, and then running ten kilometers, is simply too useful! You can lose fat, what should you do if you have this muscle!"

"Nan'er."

During the meal today, Fang Zhongyong grind the chopsticks in his hand, looked at Ye Nan, who was only half a head lower than him, and sighed.

"Since you became my teacher, you have passed the Boy Test in the same year. The poem "Ink Plum" is three feet tall. Its poem comes out of Mingzhou and is shocked for a while. It is known as the "No. 1 child prodigy of the Song Dynasty". But six years ago, I advised you to postpone it for a few more years. Three years ago, I advised you to test it, but you said you were not ready yet."

"There are three days left, and the registration deadline for the government examination will be over. This year, the government examination, the provincial examination, the same age as the three examinations. I wonder if you are ready?"

"Teacher, don't worry."

Seeing Fang Zhongyong's anxious look as if he was almost kicking himself out of the imperial examination, Ye Nan couldn't laugh or cry.

"In the past ten years, students have read a lot of books and are finally ready. Although they cannot guarantee that they will be ranked in the three-yuan ranking, they will definitely be on the list!"

"good!"

Seeing that Ye Nan had agreed, Fang Zhongyong stood up excitedly and shouted to the outside.

"Achang, Beima. Nan'er, follow me to the county government office to register!"

Seeing Fang Zhongyong so excited, Ye Nan quickly pulled him down and persuaded him.

"Teacher, teacher, you'll have to finish your meal first, and then go there without any hassle!"

...

Achang's full name is Fang Chang, which is one round older than Ye Nan. After almost getting drunk ten years ago, Fang Zhongyong hired him as a servant in Fangjia Village. However, he still did everything he did when he was doing laundry and cooking, and went to the fields to cultivate the land.

Sitting with Fang Zhongyong, the ox cart with extremely harsh shock absorption system, Ye Nan smiled at Fang Chang who was driving.

"Brother Achang, I'll bother you this time."

"No trouble, no trouble."

Fang Chang shook his head quickly.

Although in terms of generations, he is Ye Nan's cousin. In fact, Ye Nan is Fang Zhongyong's disciple. His father said it several times in front of his ears at the beginning.

When Fang Zhongyong registered Ye Nan, even the magistrate of Jinxi was shocked.

The saying of the number one prodigy of the Song Dynasty was not made by Ye Nan, but by the officials.

This prodigy has been dormant for ten years since the boy tried it. Now, are you finally planning to get out of seclusion?

The magistrate praised Ye Nan hard, saying that he would definitely be on the list, and even Jie Yuan was not difficult, and said that if there were any difficulties, he could come to him and sent Fang Zhongyong and Ye Nan away from the county government.

Then, the news was quickly passed from the magistrate.

Soon, first Fuzhou, and then the entire Jiangnan West Road knew that this "No. 1 Prodigy in the Song Dynasty" was finally about to start his own imperial examination journey.

...

At the same time, in Bianliang City.

Wang Anshi, who had just left the court and had a fight with someone else, returned home with a dark face.

When he saw Wang Anshi's expression, his son Wang Rong knew what was going on. He immediately acted properly to avoid being found by his father in a bad mood and was dealt with.

Just then, an eagle cry sounded outside the door.

Wang Anshi walked out the door, and soon, he walked and read while walking. The ugly expression on his face disappeared, and he gradually smiled.

"Is this little guy finally planning to enter now?"

Wang Anshi put away the letter and smiled at his son who was eating beside him.

"Ah Yun, you have an opponent in this year's provincial examination!"

Because of his six orifices and aloof personality, Wang Yun gradually frowned.

He was taciturn on weekdays and asked rarely.

"Who is it?"

Wang Anshi smiled.

"It's your uncle Fang's disciple, Ye Nan."

Wang Rong thought about it and looked suspicious.

"The No. 1 Prodigy in the Song Dynasty?"

“That’s right!”

When Wang Anshi mentioned this, he was also amused.

There has always been a saying of child prodigy in the Song Dynasty. What is it that can become a genius who can become a poetry at the age of eight, and a 12-year-old juren. But it can be a poetry at the age of five, but it is not available in the world, and it is almost a semi-saint.

The officials were also happy at that time and said, "This is my number one prodigy in the Song Dynasty." But he turned around and regretted it. Especially after that, Ye Nan had been dormant for nearly ten years, which made the officials not know what to say.

When Wang Anshi received the letter, a large eunuch also received the news from the official family.

"Oh? That number one prodigy from the Song Dynasty, almost ten years ago. Has he decided to participate in the imperial examination?"

Thinking of this, the eunuch smiled at the people below.

"Please go and watch the reconciliation test. If this child prodigy is still outstanding, you might as well give him a gift to prove the government's vision; if it doesn't work, don't let him come to Bianliang for the exam."

"yes!"

A little eunuch below nodded and responded, lowered his head and bowed.

...

Half a month later, Linchuan Prefecture released the results, and Ye Nan's name was listed and added as the head of the case.

He replied to the scriptures in full and wrote a poem "Song of Tomorrow", saying, "Tomorrow is tomorrow and tomorrow, how many tomorrows are there. I am waiting for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted." He has a talent of three feet, nine inches and nine points, and his poems come out of Mingzhou, and his difference is a slight difference in the country.

On the day the poem was released, the West Road in Jiangnan was shocked.

...

After reading the list, he went to the teacher to receive the teachings. When he returned home, Ye Nan welcomed a little beauty with a crisp voice like an oriole, a snow-white face and milk, a pretty figure, and a delicate and cute figure.

"elder brother!"

There is a difference between men and women. Fang Nan did not hold Ye Nan and chew it when she was young, but anyone could see the close look on her face.

"Nannan."

With a smile at Fang Nan, Ye Nan saluted Fang Hu and Lin Hong who followed him.

"Uncle, aunt. I just came back from the teacher. The teacher said that I was too popular recently and it is not advisable to stay in the countryside. He advised me to rush to Hongdu Prefecture now and wait for the answer. After the answer, I set off to Bianliang City to find Uncle Wang and participate in the provincial exam held in June. I think that if I get the case, there will be constant troubles. My uncle and my family might as well go to Bianliang."

"Do you want to go to Bianliang?"

In this era, for ordinary people, leaving their hometowns is a lasting task.

Fang Hu hesitated for a moment, but Lin Hong immediately pushed him.

"That's right, I'm going to Bianliang!"

Of course, they did not have the thoughtful thinking of the teacher in this regard.

Moreover, I went to Bianliang not just for Ye Nan.

Fang Nan is old and should have sex, but her daughter is her own heart. Lin Hong was not moved by the matchmakers who came from all over the country, no matter how scattered the sky was, she said.

Because in the Song Dynasty, even cousins ​​from different surnames could get married! She brought Ye Nan up with her hand, and seeing that he and Fang Nan were close since childhood, she had no idea what to do, and had already made plans.
Chapter completed!