Chapter 77 Wearing two swords in the Chunwei examination room, discussing a Northern Expedition [Additional update for the leader of Yongye Tianchen Alliance]

The spring rains come one after another, and the end of each one means that we are one step closer to the opening of spring.

Now, spring has finally bloomed, and a grand event is blooming all over Lin'an, like apricots in spring.

For every student who studies hard, passing the exam is just the beginning. Going to Lin'an to take the exam and hitting the gold list that everyone wants to squeeze into is the ultimate goal.

The Spring Festival is held in the Wenyuan. As a holy place for scholars in Zhao Dynasty, it is not the first time that the Spring Festival is held in the Literature Institute. Many people generally believe that the Spring Festival is held in the Wenyuan to have a more ceremonial feel.

I sit down and feel melancholy while leaning on a tall building. The whole city is filled with peaches and plums blooming in spring.

Under the spring breeze, the liberal arts college is full of vitality. The green grass beside the stone path has been washed by the spring rain, and the young leaves are reborn, as if they contain sharp sword intent, tearing open the entire winter envelope and swinging out towards the world.

Anle climbed up the stone steps, and the spring rain was like oil, flowing down the steps, spreading the spring breeze.

There were many literati carrying their luggage on the road, with solemn expressions and nervousness on their faces. For any student who has studied hard for ten years, the pressure of spring is extremely high, and few people can maintain a normal mind.

Not seeing many acquaintances, Anle followed the stone path and arrived at the black and white courtyard buildings.

Walking on the bluestone road, in the distance, there are gradually more and more people. Scholars wearing Confucian shirts are queuing up, waiting to enter the liberal arts examination room.

The white walls and black tiles resemble the atmosphere of a Jiangnan water town.

Dots of greenery climb up the white wall, like embellishments in the misty and rainy landscape, becoming increasingly hazy.

In the distance, there is a familiar figure, carrying a huge luggage. The bulging luggage contains not only exam supplies, but also some food and so on.

After all, not all candidates are practitioners and can sit down for three days and three nights without eating or drinking.

Spring Festival is divided into three sessions, and each session has a total of three examination days. Starting from the ninth day of the lunar month, students will leave the examination room once every three days, and then enter the examination room to start the examination again.

It is a test for the physical fitness, will, etc. of the candidates.

But those are just ordinary examination candidates, they are also facing examinees in the second list of Jinshi. If they want to hit the first list of Jinshi, after all the examinations are over, they have to take an extra day.

Cultivation will be assessed.

All examinations are conducted in the Academy of Arts, even the final assessment of cultivation.

In the Literary Academy, the number of examinees who gathered was quite large. Although the number of candidates had shrunk after the Zhao Dynasty moved south, there were still more than 3,000 candidates from all over the Zhao Dynasty.

When Anle saw Liu Yue, Liu Yue from Huating was talking to two literati with confident smiles on their faces.

"Brother An, this is Brother Xu and Brother Zhu. The cultural gathering I mentioned to you last time was organized by Brother Xu."

When Liu Yue saw An Le, his eyes brightened, and he hurriedly said hello and introduced the scribes around him.

The Confucian scholar surnamed Xu was not interested in peace and happiness. He just clasped his fists and bowed slightly, then said goodbye to Liu Yue and turned around to leave with the other person.

Liu Yue was a little embarrassed. He didn't dare to introduce Anle's name without Anle's consent. He never thought that the other party would be so disrespectful.

An Le didn't care about it. He didn't even have the energy of time in his body, and he wasn't a practitioner, so An Le couldn't care less about it.

When Liu Yue saw that An Le's luggage was so simple, he became more and more sure of his guess, and the smile on his face became even wider.

A well-known master painter is also an unfathomable practitioner. He is very different from him in terms of status, but he can have a very happy conversation with him. This shows that the other person is sincerely friends with him.

The queue was very long, An Le and Liu Yue chatted while waiting.

During the process, Anle also scanned the team, and could see that there were many practitioners among them, with the energy of time swaying about them.

There are actually not many candidates who come from all over the country to compete for the first place. Most of the practitioners are studying in liberal arts colleges. They have other channels and privileges to enter the examination room, so they will not waste time waiting in line here.

Taking advantage of the gap in the queue, Liu Yue introduced the examiner lineup for this spring to An Le.

"There are two examiners in Chunwei this time. The chief examiner is Xu You, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites, and the deputy examiner is Yan Chaoqing. There are also ten fellow examiners who serve as invigilators and observers. Of course, the person who coordinates everything in the end is

To the Prime Minister of Qin."

Liu Yue took a deep breath and said.

"Prime Minister Qin coordinates everything? Why is the examiner not the Minister of Rites?" Anle asked confused.

Liu Yue was hanging out in Lin'an during this period, and he had much better information than An Le, who was practicing hard in seclusion.

"Originally, the Minister of Rites was the examiner, but something happened later. Because of his close relationship with the Lin Mansion, the Minister of Rites was impeached by the Prime Minister of Qin and removed this position. He was replaced by the Minister of Rites, Zuo Shilang, who was once the Prime Minister of Qin.

Students, of course you have Qin Xin’s trust.”

Liu Yue narrowed his eyes and mentioned in a low voice that he naturally did not dare to speak loudly with such gossip.

An Le nodded and frowned slightly. The Prime Minister Qin's Mansion was really pressing hard on the Lin Mansion. Even the Minister of Rites, who had some relationship with the Lin Mansion, was implicated. This move was undoubtedly to frighten the court and make everyone

Fang's forces related to the Lin Mansion drew a clear line with the Lin Mansion.

The storm has begun to rise, and even standing on the edge can feel the sharpness of its stirring.

After queuing for almost half an hour, we finally approached the checkpoint at the gate.

There was a soldier covered in armor with a sword on his waist, staring at each of the candidates coldly.

"Why do you wear a sword?"

The inspection supervisor looked at Anle and shouted sharply.

This supervisor is a cultivator, and his sharp shouts are filled with the power of his mind, forming a vague power. If he is not a cultivator, or has a weak mind, he may be swallowed and lose his mind.

But Anle's mind has become refined, so it has no influence at all.

Facing the supervisor's questioning, Anle tapped the ink pool with his finger. The ink pool rose up, and a vague mysterious meaning burst out.

"It contains a small holy order and has some privileges. You can enter with a sword. It shows that the official is not polite."

Anle said calmly.

The surveillance officer's mind instantly converged. Facing Mo Chi who was releasing his energy, he immediately thought of the An family, which is now famous in Lin'an.

After all, the story of the Wang family and Wang Qinhe challenging the An family and being crushed is still a joke after dinner.

"It turns out it's the An family, so I'm being rude, so I can enter with my sword."

The supervisor clasped his fists and bowed.

Mochi returned to his waist, and Anle bowed in return. The surveillance officer routinely searched Anle's luggage to prevent cheating, as well as some small items he carried, and then immediately released him and ordered someone to personally take Anle to the examination center.

Registered exam room.

This scene naturally aroused shock and uproar among the Confucian scholars who lined up for the exam.

Peace to everyone?

That young and overly young Juren was actually the An family who was famous in Lin'an for his ink and bamboo paintings of galloping horses?

Or some kind of person on the little holy list?

Even Liu Yue was shocked. He knew that the An family were practitioners, but he never thought that such a well-established practitioner could actually hold a sword and enter the examination room...

On the side, Juren Xu, who had just completed the search and was still collecting the messy luggage that had been rummaged through, suddenly turned ugly, secretly regretting the missed opportunity to curry favor.

That’s for everyone!

However, the candidate surnamed Xu quickly calmed down, and a glint flashed in his eyes. When he was ranked as a Jinshi in the second list of high school, he would be introduced by Liu Yue, and he would be able to build relationships again.

As for the questions in this Chunwei exam, he was sure of it and was very confident!

After Anle said goodbye to Liu Yue, he followed the soldiers sent by the surveillance officer to the examination room and dormitory.

The separate small rooms arranged according to the test number on the test card are the number rooms.

During these days, candidates answer questions, eat, etc. all here.

Until all Chunwei exam questions have been answered, other candidates cannot see each other.

Fortunately, the liberal arts college covers a large area and has enough buildings to accommodate more than 3,000 candidates.

Sitting quietly in the dormitory, looking at the scenery outside.

The environment of the liberal arts college is quite good. There is a spring rain and winding paths. There are peach trees blooming on the path, and some apricot blossoms are blooming to welcome the spring.

The light rain pattered on the black tiles of the dormitory, making a crisp sound, which was quite quiet.

Anle slowly closed her eyes and waited for the exam to start.

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Between the peach grove and apricot trees in the Wenyuan Academy, through a secluded path, you can see a thatched cottage.

The spring rain is blown by the spring breeze and spreads slantingly. Under the eaves of the thatched cottage, someone is making tea and the charcoal stove is boiling water. The hot steam rising up is like curling clouds, rushing straight up.

In the thatched cottage of Prince Sanfuzi in the middle of the mountain, a distinguished guest came today, so he made tea to welcome him.

The visitor was dressed in extremely luxurious clothes, with a solemn face, lightly stroking his green beard, and a sharp look in his eyes, quietly waiting for the third wife's tea.

He seemed to be very patient and not in a hurry, even though spring in the liberal arts academy was about to begin.

"This spring, do you have any candidates you are optimistic about?"

After a long time, when the third wife pushed a cup of ordinary tea in front of him, the visitor took it and took a sip, smiling.

"Mr. Qin's words are serious. All the disciples in the literary school are my students. I am fully optimistic about their participation in the Spring Festival." The third wife held hot tea in both hands and chuckled.

"There are high and low levels of knowledge, let alone students. Everyone will have something they choose to believe in and something they are optimistic about. The three masters are also human beings, so how can a bowl of water be balanced without losing bias."

Qin Lishi smiled faintly, but there was something in his words.

The third wife, Wang Banshan, looked lazy, glanced at Qin Lishi, and said: "Prime Minister Qin has already mentioned this, so let me just say it directly. The An family, who is famous in Lin'an, has a painting of ink bamboo.

A galloping horse impressed me with admiration. If I am interested in him, I will give it a try before entering the palace."

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became a bit colder.

The smile on Qin Lishi's face disappeared, and his slender eyes seemed to be a bit cold as he stared at the third wife.

"Third Master, this An family member seems to be deeply involved with the Lin family."

The third wife took a sip of hot tea and said, "I don't look at his origins, only his talent. The character can be seen in the black bamboo, and the spirit can be seen in the galloping horse. This boy is indeed good."

"Being good at painting does not mean that you are knowledgeable. The Chunwei imperial examination is not about painting." Qin Lishi shook his head: "Master is optimistic about a painter. Where does this put the talented Confucian scholars on the literary and music list of the Academy of Arts?"

Stand up and stop drinking tea.

He already got the answer he wanted from Sanfuzi.

He came here to test the attitude of the Third Master. Since the Third Master mentioned this young man who had a close relationship with the Lin family, it was self-evident that his attitude was more in favor of the Lin family.

Qin Lishi naturally lost interest in drinking tea.

Qin Lishi really couldn't appreciate the famous An family in Lin'an.

The person Lin Mansion Hua Jie Bing admired, Qin Lishi naturally gave him a cold look.

"Prime Minister Qin, go slowly and don't see me off."

Sanfuzi chuckled.

Qin Lishi ran into the spring rain with his hands on his back, and his body gradually blurred into the mountain mist.

The third wife took a sip of tea, shook her head slightly, and murmured softly: "This spring question is a question asked by Qin Lishi. I wonder how the young man who painted ink bamboo will answer it?"

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Lin Mansion, Tianbo Water Pavilion.

In the large pond, koi fish roll from time to time, creating a gorgeous scene in spring.

After Li Youan sprinkled a handful of bait, he turned to look at Mrs. Hua, who was lying on her side on the couch and reading quietly.

"How can you be so calm and calm?"

Li Youan smiled.

"An Le is a master of painting, but his talent can actually be seen in his paintings. The inscriptions and poems on his paintings are all extraordinary. There is no need to worry about his literary talent and talent."

"It is not a matter of suspense to be listed as a Jinshi on the first-class list. The main thing is whether you can beat the talented Confucian scholars on the literary and music list of the Academy of Arts and get a place in the imperial examination."

Mrs. Hua flipped through a page of "On Demons" and said calmly.

"There are only ten places allocated to the top 10 Jinshi in the examination in front of the palace. The rest are recommended by distinguished and talented officials. Now the recommended quota has long ended. If you can't get into the top ten, then there will be no places in the examination in front of the palace.

Very hopeful.”

"Those talented Confucian scholars on the literature and music list of the Academy of Arts are all good at learning. It's really difficult for Anle to take the test before entering the palace."

Li Youan smiled softly and took a sip of Longjing from the cup: "Besides, the question this time... the question asked by Prime Minister Qin must be very tricky. With An Le's temperament, I feel suspicious."

Mrs. Hua's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

"If you can't enter the palace, you won't be able to enter if you take the examination in front of the palace. The province will be forced to get involved in the turmoil, causing a lot of embarrassment."

Li Youan nodded, looking at the octagonal double eaves dripping Tianbo Tower that can be seen in the corner of the waterside pavilion, and raised the corners of his lips.

"That's true, but if you haven't even passed the palace examination, it would be a pity, and even make you feel that Qingshan has been shamed."

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"When——"

In the literary courtyard, a distant bell sounded, constantly lingering in the foothills.

All the candidates who entered the examination room according to their examination cards calmed down and waited for the beginning of spring.

Soldiers in armor, with knives on their waists, stood outside the dormitory, staring at each candidate with a fierce expression. If the candidate was even suspected of cheating, he would be pulled out mercilessly.

The sound of a bell not only silences the candidates, but also means the distribution of questions.

Officials in official robes carried sealed papers in baskets and began to distribute the papers for the first Spring Festival in each room.

Another bell rang, as if the spring rain in the sky had exploded.

This means that candidates can start marking papers.

For a moment, the sound of reading the papers was like waves in the vast sea, and it spread in the air above the liberal arts college. It was really like a sea of ​​​​study.

Every Confucian student is naturally looking forward to and curious about the questions. After all, it is related to their future and prospects. Reading the questions carefully can help them analyze the hidden traps in the test questions and prevent them from falling into them and losing their scores.

Every candidate showed nervousness on their face.

Even practitioners who have practiced some practice frown. Although practice can increase strength, it does not have many advantages for learning.

Of course, the competitors for practitioners are not ordinary Confucian scholars who are ranked in the second list, but are practicing Confucian students who are also competing for the first rank. In this case, the pressure will be much greater.

Between the houses, there are all kinds of things in the world.

Liu Yue flipped through the test questions, with a look of deep contemplation on his face. While he was polishing his ink, he was thinking about the way and techniques to answer.

The Confucian scholar surnamed Xu, who was a few rooms away from him, had a hint of joy in his eyes, and then he drank enough ink and couldn't wait to write.

The weather is cold in spring, with a drop of ice rain.

Anle wiped off a drop of spring rain on his face, and while polishing the ink, he reviewed all the test questions in general.

I also have some confidence and answers in my mind.

Suddenly, his ink-sharpening movements stopped, his brows furrowed, and he stared at the last question in the paper.

The question was very short, but it made Anle narrow his eyes slightly.

"Five hundred years have passed since the Zhao Dynasty moved south, but Emperor Yuan and Meng were still angry and had conquered thousands of miles, and had countless powerful generals under their command. I asked: On whether to make the Northern Expedition or not."

ps: I overestimated myself. I still couldn’t finish writing before twelve o’clock. The third update is here, and I’ll add an update for the leader! Continue to ask for a wave of monthly tickets to hit the new book monthly ticket list!
Chapter completed!