I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

Time is a master craftsman.

Three years is neither long nor short, but it is also full of vicissitudes.

Carved time, changed appearance.

When the disciples of Yanjing looked at Zhe Yu again, they didn't feel like it again. The Fifth Prince died a long time ago, this is a fact announced by the Great Yan Dynasty. What's more, the person in front of me is just similar in temperament, the plain clothes and amber eyes are nothing like that. Furthermore, no one in Yanjing knows that the fifth prince is not close to women, but he is different from Tianming Fengnv. Although the woman beside him is not ugly, how can she compare to Tianming Fengnv?

Zhe Yu didn't care what others thought, after he finished the verification, he gave Baicaoshi a confident look, and walked into the examination room.

More and more candidates came in one after another.

Baicaoshi stood quietly on the stone flat, watching Zhe Yu galloping freely in his field.

**

The bell on the mountain rang, which was the call for the first exam of the day.

Candidates stepped over the scattered osmanthus petals on the bluestone slabs, their long gowns fluttered, climbed up the steps, and entered the classrooms, preparing for the next math test.

The examination room was quiet until the test papers were handed out. The students who had been sitting upright before suddenly became chaotic and lamented one after another.

Zhe Yu picked up the examination paper, there was only one question, and he wrote a few words in eloquence:

Three years ago, Lord Jijiu went north to Yanjing and met a restaurant on his way. There are nine altars of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in front of the seat of the charming lady who sells wine. Jiao Niang said: Those who answer the question correctly can taste sweet-scented osmanthus wine for free. Nine altars of wine, three and three in one row, how many rows can be placed at most? Let me ask you all with a smile: How many lines are there for the wine, can you taste the wine for free?

Zhe Yu raised the corners of his lips and smiled slightly.

It turns out that our dean likes to drink Bawang wine.

For ordinary people's mindset, nine jars of wine, three rows in one row, then three rows.

However, it turned out not to be like this.

This question is not too difficult for Zhe Yu, and the plantain seed of the Poetry of Baicao appeared in his mind. Upper three middle three lower three draw three lines to form two upside-down equilateral triangles. Connect any three lines to form a line.

He drew a picture on the test paper and wrote a few words: "Nine altars of sweet-scented osmanthus brewing, three rows and ten rows, Master Jijiu tastes for free."

In the end, he wrote his name, hung it on the table, and handed in the paper in advance.

Everyone saw that it was the one who contradicted the teacher and brought the girl to the academy.

He actually handed in the paper so quickly? Give up, or figure it out?

It must be the former.

**

Baicaoshi took her package and lingered at the gate of the academy.

It is impossible to say that you are not curious about Kunming Academy at all. But how can we enter it openly?

The mountain behind the academy is very high, and it looks like it is shrouded in clouds and mist. There must be a lot of herbs in such a unique environment, right?

She thought of a way: if she could catch up with the canteen manager of Kunming Academy, and Quanjufang would provide meals for the students, not only would she be able to enter the school justifiably, but she could also collect information about those students. At that time, let these people be used by the husband.

Simply not too beautiful!

She giggled as she thought about it.

A thin old man passed by, not moved by her weird behavior, but sniffed his nose, "Well, it's the unique scent of osmanthus in this season."

Baicaoshi stopped smiling and stared at the old man. Could it be another sweeping monk?

Very thin, dark, with no fairy-like white eyebrows, and it is hard to judge whether the palm of the hand has grown a thin callus from holding the pen all the year round.

However, Baicaoshi never judges people by their appearance, so they smiled and said: "Senior, you have a good sense of smell! It's the sweet-scented osmanthus cake I made. My husband is taking the exam inside, and I brought it to him to comfort his hunger."

The old man pinched his sparse beard, "There is sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and it should be paired with sweet-scented osmanthus wine!"

For the question about offering wine to adults, you can refer to the math question:

9 trees, plant 10 rows, how to plant 3 trees in each row?

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