"Your Majesty, these are just memorials."

The eunuch brought it up with a large stack of memorials and advised: "Why should you be leisurely for the first time? I asked the imperial chef to send some snacks."

Zhu Di waved his hand and picked up a memorial.

"... Xinghe Bowuxun is outstanding, why not concentrate on martial arts... Then there will be someone who succeeds in my Ming Dynasty!"

“…”

Zhu Di turned over several memorials in succession, and his brows gradually tightened.

This reaction is really fast enough!

Zhu Di picked up another memorial, which was a secret memorial handed over to a special trip.

After opening it, the slightly messy handwriting still smelled of wine. Zhu Di did not pay attention to this because he saw that the writing person's mood should be stirring, so the structure seemed to be very open and close.

"My servant, Wang Congrat..."

"... Therefore, Xinghe Bo Fang woke up and went deep into the barren areas, attacked the unjust officials, and won them in battle!"

"…There is a warrior who is always defending the dignity and interests of the Ming Dynasty in eternal life!"

Zhu Di's expression was a little dull. He watched the memorial for a long time and almost crushed it into a ball, and finally put it in a wooden box on the imperial desk.

"Dispose all these memorials!"

The eunuch was a little surprised to see that the memorials he had just sent were actually dealt with.

The so-called treatment is to "drift or not". The fate of these memorials is to be placed in a warehouse until the day of decay.

However, the eunuch didn't dare to interrupt, so he went up and held the memorial and prepared to hand it over to the people outside.

When I walked outside the hall, a gust of wind blew, blowing the corners of a memorial.

Xing and Bo are the man who are looking at the wolf. The country is young, and I am worried about the future...

The autumn wind blew at the end of August, and the eunuch suddenly had a cold war.

...

"Huh! Why am I at home?"

Fang Xing opened his eyes and saw the bed tent. He felt the warmth in his arms and was a little confused.

It was still dark at this time, so Fang Xing looked at the time: it was less than four o'clock in the morning.

He stood up quietly and woke up and walked out of the bedroom.

The temperature was very comfortable in the early morning of early autumn, so Fang Xing first comforted the alarmed bell. Rhubarb stuck out his little head opposite it, and then retracted it into his nest.

Fang woke up and went to the study room. After disappearing for a moment, when he came out again, he had a bottle of beer in his hand.

Touching his swollen forehead, Fang Xing took a sip of beer.

Use wine to relieve wine!

After drinking a bottle of beer, Fang Xing narrowed his eyes and recalled yesterday's situation, but found nothing.

However, he had a plan before drinking yesterday, so it should be no big problem.

"It's so sharp!"

I woke up from the inner courtyard after feeling a little more comfortable. While I was moving my hands and feet, I saw a black shadow walking along the side.

"who?"

The black shadow suffocated, then walked a few steps, bowed and said, "Master Bo, it's Bolu."

"Bolu!" Fang Xing said in surprise: "When will you come back? Can your wife and children be brought here?"

Huang Zhong nodded and said, "The waterway is light and it arrived at noon yesterday. The lady has arranged it very well."

"Why, I'm not a little used to it when I first arrived at Fang's family?"

"No, the environment here is quiet, much better than the original home in Xiayuan, just for a moment..."

The two were talking in circles in the front yard. Gradually, Huang Zhong found that Fang Xing was not the kind of strict master, so he let go and asked, "Mr. I learned some things yesterday and thought... Wu'an Hou was demoted to the title not necessarily a good thing."

Fang Xing stopped, turned around and looked at Huang Zhong, and said with satisfaction: "That's exactly what it is."

He reached out and patted the trunk of the tree beside him, Fang Xing sighed: "I wanted to maintain this situation, but Zheng Heng took the initiative to invite the battle and couldn't avoid it!"

Huang Zhong said: "But since it has begun, it can only kill Zheng Heng, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

Fang Xing looked at the gradually sparse stars in the sky and said lightly: "When things come, of course I will beat Zheng Heng, the evil dog, half to death, otherwise I will be a bird that stands out and think about being kind and ruthless. This is the way to die!"

"Brother..."

The two of them circled around the yard and walked around the servants to get up to practice, and then looked at each other. They felt that the conversation just now made them understand each other.

When he returned to the inner courtyard, Zhang Shuhui had already stood up and couldn't help but complain after seeing him.

"Husband, your health is not yet recovered. I drank so much wine yesterday, which scared me and Xiaobai."

Fang Xing helped her to push a strand of hair away and smiled and said, "I won a great victory yesterday, and the morale in the army is high. How can I leave for my husband? Besides, the grandson is here, so I can't retreat no matter how much I say that I am a husband."

Zhang Shuhui looked at her husband in the mirror and smiled: "Husband, the results will be announced tomorrow. I don't know how Ma Su."

...

In the tribute courtyard, the candles that had been lit all night were finally extinguished.

In the end, all the admitted test papers were gathered together. Wang Chuan, one of the examiners, and the editor of Hanlin Academy, said with a confused look: "Can the paper be opened?"

Zhou Shu blinked his sore eyes and nodded, "The heroes of this Jinling Provincial Examination are all here, let me see who they are."

Yan Dan immediately greeted the reviewers and everyone revealed their names together.

The test papers were opened one by one from low to high. After multiple people verified them, someone loudly said the candidate's name, hometown and ranking, and then copied them one by one.

Yan Dan was a little absent-minded. While looking at the names of the candidates in the middle school entrance examination paper, he pretended to be careless and looked at Kaifeng around him.

But after all the test papers except the top ten were revealed, Yan Dan did not hear Ma Su's name. He glanced at Wang Chuan and felt secretly happy.

Ma Su must be eliminated!

Thinking of his repeated wandering in front of Ma Su's examination house, he must be vigilant in his heart. It would be strange if he could do well in the exam!

This official is indeed a genius!

Wang Chuan looked at the list of candidates and smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou, no one has any objections to these people, right?"

Zhou Shu took a sip of strong tea and said lightly: "Since it is a famous name and several rounds of screening, of course it will not be wrong."

After taking a look at the paper marking officers who are mostly rabbit-eyed, Wang Chuan said: "Then open the test papers of the top ten."

Zhou Shu nodded, and immediately four examiners slowly revealed their names...

"The tenth place,... Wang Yuan."

"Ninth place,...Yin Jiahui."

“The eighth place,…”

The first place in the provincial examination is Jie Yuan, and the second to tenth place is Ya Yuan, all of whom have the best chance of getting the Jinshi further.

"Second place...Jiang Bin."

"call……"

After hearing this, Yan Dan finally confirmed that there was no Ma Su's share in this Yingtianfu provincial examination.

The last test paper was Jie Yuan's, and everyone's eyes were focused on the examiner named Zhao Guoan.

Zhao Guoan, who was kind-looking, smiled and opened the test paper...

Yan Dan rubbed his eyes and thought that he would have a good sleep after finishing his work.

Wang Chuan and Zhou Shu sat upright on the head together. He held the already cold teacup, feeling that this time the chief exam experience would be a great help to his future career.

Zhao Guoan finally opened the test paper and took off his name. He was stunned for a moment, and then said happily: "Sir, there is finally a good story in this provincial examination."

Who is it?

Sir Dybala says

When writing novels, or typing, Jazz believes that it must bring feelings into it: when Fang Xing is happy, Jazz must be happy in advance, and when writing these plots, you must be happy.

When Fang Xing is angry, the jazz will first bring himself into his emotions before he can do it.

When Fang Xing is passionate, the jazz will probably play some grand music that can make people excited.

Jazz thinks that his writing is poor, so he can only use these methods to assist him. The ability to look at the protagonist in his writing coldly is angry, excited and sad. Jazz really doesn't have that level, and he can't reach that level.
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