PFC Chapter 275: Returning to the Academy
Chapter 275: Returning to the Academy
It took only ten days for An Qiao to recover.
But there are many new faces in Kyoto restaurants.
Almost all of them looked like scholars, and An Qiao suddenly realized that it was time for scholars to go to the capital.
The Autumn Examination is the dream of all scholars. The honor it brings, as well as the hard work, money and time behind the honor, make all scholars yearn for it and be crazy about it.
In fact, many scholars were supported by their entire families, and those who were able to come to Kyoto Prefecture were basically just one step away from success.
So regardless of whether they passed the exam or not, many scholars would come and go throughout Kyoto Prefecture from summer to autumn.
Those who passed the exam focused on studying, while those who failed the exam thought about finding a teacher in Kyoto Prefecture to study for a few more months.
Those who failed the exam but were qualified to take it, whether rich or poor, all wanted to see the prosperity of Kyoto Prefecture.
After all, among the thousands and millions of students, there are many who come from poor families. If they can be noticed by some dignitaries, they may be able to make the leap to success.
Or perhaps, by leaving behind a few poems, there is a chance that his name will go down in history.
In short, from this season onwards, Kyoto Prefecture will be dominated by students.
"Sir, please come inside."
From the constant calls of "guest", An Qiao was gradually brought back to reality. Xu Banshan also started talking about some street gossip and then talked about Miss Zhao from Xiangxue Tower and Miss Qin on the moat...
Beautiful women and good wine, this is the true romance in the eyes of scholars.
An Qiao was also very cooperative. On the second day after getting up to work, she prepared several opera performance groups for the scholars.
The little houses in the garden became the new hotspot when people started babbling in the garden at a fixed time every day.
Inside Guining Academy in Kyoto.
"Brother Li, have you ever been to..." Before the young man's voice had even finished falling, the young man opposite him showed a look of disdain.
“Xiangxue Tower, Baihua Pavilion, Zuixian Tower… There is no girl in this city that I haven’t seen.” The man called Brother Li had a wretched look on his face, with an expression that said I know it all. “By the way, do you want to ask which girl from which building is like? I can tell you, they… hehehe, I know them all~”
A few scholars nearby followed Li Ke in laughing; they could be considered as frequent visitors to these buildings and pavilions.
Guining Academy was considered an aristocratic school, and the students there were either from wealthy families, the richest people here or the landlords there.
Or they are the children of high-ranking officials and nobles. If there are many children in the family and there are not enough places for admission to the Imperial College, they will be sent to this academy.
Therefore, most of the students there have seen the "world", and people in Kyoto Prefecture do not call this place Guining Academy, but instead prefer to call it by another name, "Wanku Academy".
The boy pursed his lips, and his pale skin now looked rosy. "I'm talking about the restaurant, not those."
Li Ke looked disdainful, "Restaurant? Your family is so rich, you've never eaten out? What's there to say about a restaurant?"
Others started to make fun of you, "Oh my, Zheng Yuanyuan, why are you blushing like this? Even your eyebrows are red. You are so delicate and lovely. I think those girls are not as interesting as you."
The young man raised his head slightly, feeling embarrassed at first, and then his face showed an expression as if he knew everything while others were clueless.
There was a cunning light flashing in his bright eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a slightly sarcastic smile, and then he lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Huh, you people, you don't understand anything at all!"
Seeing this, the others began to make a noise, "Yo yo yo, our little Yuan Yuan finally got it. Tell the brothers what wonderful place he went to."
Zheng Yuanyuan was really annoyed when he saw that no one took his words seriously and were "tease" him instead.
"Forget about it if you don't know. I don't want to tell you about such a great place."
Originally, Zheng Yuanyuan really wanted to tell others that he went to Kyoto Restaurant a few days ago. He had only heard rumors about this restaurant and had never actually experienced it.
I just feel that people are really good at exaggerating. A small thing can be praised to such a level that it seems not worth mentioning.
Unexpectedly, because I didn't do well in the exam again, I was beaten and scolded by my father, and I rushed out of the house in anger.
As I walked, I actually walked all the way from the north of the city to the south, and then I entered the alleys after many turns. When I was a little scared, I kept walking towards the Dali Temple, thinking that when I got there, I would ask someone to take me back no matter what.
Unexpectedly, while walking around a restaurant, I saw it.
It would be fine if it was just what caught the eye, there are so many restaurants along the way.
But the smell coming from the restaurant was so fragrant that many scholars came in and out and only then did they see the plaque, "Kyoto Restaurant."
Thinking of trying the legendary flavor, and being too hungry to leave, I went into the restaurant.
Who would have thought that the garden was actually so nicely decorated, and the lotus flowers in the pond were exceptionally beautiful, looking even more extraordinary under the setting sun.
There were actually quite a few diners in the garden, some were in the small sheds, and some were sitting under the corridors, enjoying the lotus while eating.
The further he walked in, the more Zheng Yuanyuan felt that it was different from what he had imagined. It was not until the majestic two-story building came into view that Zheng Yuanyuan felt that this paradise was just like this.
Such a dreamlike restaurant is hidden in a small alley in the south of the city.
After entering, Zheng Yuanyuan ordered a few dishes like others. Since there was no menu, he could only order while asking. However, he still felt a little unsophisticated because he had never even heard of the dishes that others could name off the top of their heads.
By the time the table was full of dishes, Zheng Yuanyuan was already overwhelmed by the aroma.
I don’t know if it’s because I look young, but the proprietress even added honey to the tea she served me, as if she was trying to make a child happy.
After eating the dishes, I felt that such a strange combination was actually so delicious.
Zheng Yuanyuan, who usually could only eat one bowl of rice because of being scolded by his grandmother, ate three bowls in a row and almost couldn't stand up.
He had never eaten such novel dishes before. Even things like chicken feet and offal, which he had never touched before, he ate a lot today.
In addition to being busy eating, he also heard the loud conversations around him.
Some people wrote poems while eating, and there was also a storyteller who spoke in a humorous way. What's even more amazing is that as long as you want to leave a poem, a painting, or even a few words in the restaurant, the proprietress will collect them and put them on the wall for you.
Zheng Yuanyuan even felt that there was a scent of ink in the whole house.