Seeing everyone looking at the carriage pulled by the Ferghana Horse parked outside the inn, no one cared about him, Cui Chen's jealousy burned.
Isn't it just a little money?
What was there to be proud of?
He cursed in his heart, forgetting that money was what he had always been proud of.
At this moment, after the carriage stopped.
Yang Hao and Yang Jingming got off the carriage one after another and looked around curiously.
"Savant's Restaurant? This name was good.'Ascending to the heavens, leaning on the bright moon, bringing the stars down from the skyscrapers.' Just the words 'Savant's Restaurant' were worth mentioning.”Yang Jingming looked up at the Savant's Restaurant Inn and raised his hand to stroke his beard.
"You're right," Yang Hao nodded.
Li Er stood behind the two and listened to the conversation between the father and son. He couldn't help but secretly feel sorry for Yang Hao's back. Look at your father, and then look at you. As a father, you are so cultured. As the child of an expert, you only know how to go along with him. What a tiger father and dog son.
At this moment, the scholars and examinees in the Savant's Restaurant were all staring intently at Yang Hao and his son.
If the carriage they were riding in was luxurious and expensive, then the cloth clothes they were wearing were something that no one would want. They were dressed in rags!
"Is this what Cui Langjun meant by keeping a low profile?”
At this moment, a scholar could not help but ask,""Isn't it too low-key? The contrast is too obvious!"
Everyone was also suspicious.
However, no one dared to run over and ask Yang Hao and his son. After all, the handsome man with tied hair who accompanied Yang Hao and his son had a somewhat valiant figure.
Under the gazes of a group of scholars and examinees, Yang Hao and his son walked in with large strides.
The innkeeper, who was wearing a gray hairstyle, was a short and slightly fat middle-aged man. He rubbed his hands and smiled apologetically." Let the two Langjuns know that if you want to stay in our Savant's Restaurant inn, you must be an examinee. In addition, you must register your name. This little Langjun…"
As he spoke, the inn owner smiled and looked at Yang Hao, indicating for him to report his name so that he could register.
Yang Hao shook his head and pointed at his father beside him.""I'm not taking the exam. The one taking the county exam is my father.”
"Ah?" The innkeeper was dumbfounded. What the hell? You didn't take the exam and asked your father to take it? This was the first time he had encountered such a thing in Chang 'an. He looked at the father and son in disbelief.
Cui Chen couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up, opened the paper fan, and placed it on his lower abdomen to gently shake it. He thought that he would definitely get back at him. He smiled and walked behind the innkeeper. He looked at Yang Jingming and teased,
"Old man, aren't you wasting your time by taking the imperial examinations at your age? What can you do even if you get in? Don't submit a memorial to His Majesty to retire on the first day you pass the exam.”
Cui Chen felt his confidence return when he felt everyone's gaze on him again. He pointed at a handsome young man in a white robe sitting beside him and continued with a smile,
"I'm just trying to persuade you, not deliberately finding fault with you. Seeing that you're old, I'll remind you that everyone here is stronger than you. Look at this Young Master Zheng, he's the candidate with the highest chance of getting first place in the county examination.”
Young Master Zheng smiled and cupped his fists.
Cui Chen pointed at a young man in a dark green robe sitting next to Young Master Zheng and said with a smile,"" Look at this Young Master Lu. He's even more generous. In the Pingkang Lane of Chang 'an, many prostitutes miss him and hope to get one of his wonderful poems.”
The young man called Young Master Lu nodded slightly, indicating that he was too modest.
"Look at me again."
In the end, Cui Chen's expression turned serious as he closed the paper fan and pointed at himself. He said proudly,"
"I, Cui, was literate at the age of two and wrote poems at the age of five. I was famous in Chang 'an at the age of ten. My poems have been sung among the young ladies in Pingkang Lane until now. For this year's county examination gambling, I want to monopolize seven buckets. As for the remaining three buckets, Young Master Zheng, Young Master Lu, and the remaining examinees, what do you think your chances of winning are? If you don't get on the list, won't it damage your prestige today?”
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