"We know each other. Of course we know each other." Qi Shan was not surprised by Yu Shi Zhongcheng's reaction. He still smiled lightly, "But it's a pity that we only met once. I'm afraid even Master Tian can't remember it. Eight years ago, Xin Guo's special examination
, Master Tian happened to be the Zhongzheng officer that time."
Eight years ago?
Zhongzhengguan?
Two hints made Yushi Zhongcheng react.
It's a bit impressive.
The so-called "special examination" is a special additional trial and assessment in addition to the normal talent selection activities. The Zhongzheng officer is the chief examiner. Scholars can enter the official career through this opportunity.
There are three assessment contents: family background, character and ability, and the most important, literary level.
The first two determine the minimum line, or the threshold of officialdom, while the last one determines the ceiling that an official career can reach.
Censor Zhongcheng has a very good memory.
He had an impression of all the scholars selected that time, but he didn't remember that Qishan was among them. So Qishan should be one of the unsuccessful ones?
As soon as this guess popped into his mind, a look of uneasiness flashed across Yushi Zhongcheng's face - as a Zhongzheng official, it was really his fault that he missed such a big fish.
But then I thought about it, now Xin State no longer exists, and a large number of Xin State's old officials were still liquidated and poisoned by Zheng Qiao.
In just a few months, there have been countless wronged souls.
Praying for good deeds does not lead to officialdom, but it is a good thing.
He patted his son's arm, and his son understood and helped him get up. The father and son bowed solemnly to Qishan.
"Please tell me the name of my benefactor."
Prayers for good deeds are returned one by one.
"The surname is Qi, the given name is Shan, and the courtesy name is Yuanliang."
Censor Zhongcheng murmured: "Pray for Yuanliang...Pray?"
Qi Shan's surname was so rare that he had a vague impression that there was indeed a young scholar named "Qi Shan" on the roster. He was only sixteen years old at the time and was the youngest among that group of scholars.
only--
Censor Zhongcheng lowered his eyelids and glanced at the literary monogram on Qi Shan's waist without any trace - if he remembers correctly, the scholar's literary grade seemed to be -
Before he could search out that memory, Qi Shan had already seen through Censor Zhongcheng's little moves and spoke on his own initiative.
"It's the middle to lower level of the sixth grade."
Yushi Zhongcheng pursed his lips and said nothing. As the clues increased, he slowly remembered some details that had been forgotten for a long time.
At this time, his son looked at Qi Shan and then at his father, and interjected: "Sixth-grade Wen Xin? Why wasn't he recruited?"
Although the sixth-grade Wen Xin is of the lower-middle grade, and if there is no accident, there is no possibility of climbing up to the rank of Sangong or Jiuqing in his lifetime, but with real materials, it is not a problem to find a small official.
In the years before the fall of the Xin Kingdom, there was a shortage of talents everywhere and the standards were not high, so it was impossible not to hire Qishan.
Censor Zhongcheng didn't say anything. He glanced sideways and silently warned his son to keep silent. The son was so shaken by his glare that he shut his eyes for a minute.
After his son became quiet, he asked Qishan for help.
"Who did the benefactor offend at that time?"
Qi Shan was brushed off and even a small official in a remote place could not be found. Naturally, it was not just because Wen Xin was not of a high level.
"Well, I am indeed offended."
Qishan's eyes slightly curved into crescent moons, and he admitted happily.
"Dad, who framed my benefactor?"
The son of Yushi Zhongcheng has the same temperament as his father, and is even more upright and simple than his father. When he heard that Qi Shan was punished because he offended talents and missed his official career, he immediately became angry. Unexpectedly, Yushi Zhongcheng not only did not answer, but also secretly pinched his upper arm. of meat.
"Daddy——"
"Silence!" Censor Zhongcheng glanced at him.
son:"……"
"That person is not a frame-up, but my handle fell into his hands. It would be better to lose the election then than to become an official and be blackmailed again." Qi Shan looked at it very openly, and there was no obvious emotional fluctuation in his eyes, as if he was talking about one more thing. Trivial matters that have nothing to do with you.
"The handle?" The silly son is still upright.
Qishan suddenly smiled and said, "Well, I faked my background."
The silly son of Zhongcheng’s family: “…”
Censor Zhongcheng, who knew part of the truth: "..."
"Fake parentage" is nothing compared to the real evidence. However, the Xin Kingdom has been destroyed, and the "big witch" at that time is nothing. It's just that the lives of their father, son, and several relatives and friends were saved by others, so why expose them? short?
Qishan asked: "Master Tian, does he know where that person is now?"
Censor Zhongcheng didn't know what he was thinking of, and his face turned gloomy.
"In Xiaocheng..."
"Xiaocheng?"
"He is now the governor of Sibao County, and his county seat is in Xiaocheng. The troops of the Geng Kingdom are pressing down on the border. He secretly colluded with Zheng Qiao, cooperated internally and externally, and captured several fortresses of the Xin Kingdom... If not, he would have been able to hold on for at least five years. Months, maybe we can wait for a turn of events..."
Qishan said: "It's not surprising to be a villain repeatedly."
"The benefactor asked about his whereabouts because he was preparing to... seek revenge?"
At this time, Shen Xiaolangjun's voice with a hint of evil rolled into his ears: "I am fighting the enemy bravely, and you are here chatting and reminiscing about the past?"
Shen Tang, covered in blood, came over with the Mother's Sword and shook people to dispose of the body - destroying the body and removing traces to avoid other troubles - but saw Qishan chatting with someone from a distance, and his fists became hardened.
She feels that the person who needs the education of Loving Mother Sword most now is not the "filial son" who is lining up to be reincarnated, but Qi Yuanliang, who is always on the edge of OB.
Seeing Shen Tang come back, Qi Shan's eyes flashed with surprise - he knew that Shen Tang could deal with the dozen or so soldiers, but he didn't expect that she could move so fast even without the blessing of the word spirit.
"Of course I trust Mr. Shen Xiaolang's abilities. Are those mobs your enemies?" Facing the accusation, he dismissed it perfunctorily without any sincerity. He looked past Shen Tang and fell behind her, "They all All dead?"
She snorted coldly: "They're all dead."
Cutting the grass and roots without leaving any future troubles.
Shen Tang flicked his wrist, and the blood on the sword was thrown to the grass blades with the force, leaving little red marks.
"What about the poisoned ones?"
"A kind-hearted person like me will naturally not let them continue to be tortured - a sword in the throat and a sword in the heart."
Make sure you never die again.
Qishan and Shen Tang asked and answered questions, and also used their peripheral vision to pay attention to the several prisoners who were rescued - Yushi Zhongcheng, as the chief of the Yushitai, had a lot of contact with the Gong family of the Xinguo family. If Shen Xiaolangjun is "Gong"
Cheng", he shouldn't not be able to recognize it.
However, Yushi Zhongcheng did not react as an acquaintance should to Shen Tang's face. Instead, he was a little curious and surprised.
A young man wearing a heart-shaped monogram can fight more fiercely than a reckless man with a courageous tiger talisman. It is indeed worthy of curious onlookers.
Pray for kindness and reflect on it.
Is Shen Tang really not "Gong Cheng"?
As soon as he frowned, Shen Tang guessed what was going on in his heart and resisted the urge to roll her eyes - she knew that Qi Shan's previous words of "I understand" meant she understood loneliness.
If you have this time to think about it, you might as well help her bury the body.
Who knows——
Qishan decisively refused.
The reason is also ridiculous.
"I'm too timid to see the corpse in the bloody mold lake."
Shen Tang: "..."
She could only roll up her sleeves and work by herself. Qi Shan couldn't count on it, and the prisoners who had died for half their lives and still depended on her pancakes, green plums, and sugar candies were even more hopeless. When working, Qi Shan couldn't count on it.
He leaned against the tree trunk and hid in the shade and asked her.
"Shen Xiaolangjun, are you interested in going to Xiaocheng?"
