The Council Hall of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion. Complete edition 520.????
Cui Qiao felt more and more pressure, and after careful consideration, he said: "Right Prime Minister, I have gradually begun to feel that my strength is declining recently. Can I give up my post in the Ministry of Rites and find a free post in the Eastern Capital?"
"You came prepared." Li Linfu said, "I would rather give up the position of eldest uncle than follow the original arrangement."
"In this matter, Duke Zhang promised that he will be responsible for all the sage's questions and it has nothing to do with me." Cui Qiao's attitude was very sincere and said: "But I have to give an explanation to the right minister."
Li Linfu closed his eyes and thought for a long time, then asked: "Did Xue Bai give up the exam?"
"yes."
"Didn't he give up the exam? Maybe he forgot his father's name." Li Linfu actually seemed very kind and sighed: "He was six years old and has not accepted his father's kindness for ten years. It is rare for the emperor to recognize him, and Xue Ling ran away due to debts. Love.
It's excusable, you just pretend you don't know this."
Hearing this, Cui Qiao wiped his forehead and whispered: "There is no exception for taboo avoidance. As long as the test question contains the taboo of his father's name, he will have no choice but to give up the exam. As long as he is suppressed for a year and taught a lesson, Zhang
Just...
“Want to tell me the truth a second time?” Li Linfu’s tone was solemn.
Since he promised to let Xue Bai pass, he will honor his promise.
"I don't dare, I don't dare." Cui Qiao saluted quickly and said, "But if I select someone who violates taboos as the top pick, I will also violate taboos."
“If you want to go to Dongdu, just go.”
“Then I will follow the instructions of your right minister.”
Li Linfu waved his hand. He could only "help" Xue Bai to this point in this matter, and the rest had nothing to do with the Youxiang Mansion.
Xue Baicai returned home and was immediately summoned to Yan Zhai by Yan Zhenqing. Yan Zhenqing had moved to the position of supervisory censor and concurrently served as the military envoy of the Longyou Army in Hexi Province. He had just resigned from the original post of Chang'an County and was preparing to go to Longyou.
It is said that this matter was recommended by Ge Shuhan, or it may be related to Yan Zhenqing's strict enforcement of the law at that time.
“I’ve heard about the poem title of Spring Festival.” Yan Zhenqing frowned and said, “You can give up the exam, it’s still too late.”
“Students do not give up taking exams.”
“This is the usual practice, so I have to give up the exam. Cui Qiao has suppressed you for one year with such despicable means, and he will continue to suppress you every year.”
Xue Bai shook his head and said: "Between Qiantu and Xue Ling, which one does the teacher think I will choose?"
Between one year’s prosperity and one lifetime’s future, which one do you choose?”
"I will not delay my ambition for a loser like Xue Ling. For him, not to mention a year, not even a month is worth it."
"You are too crazy. There is no reason to change your father again and again. No one will accompany you to make trouble again."
Because I have never been anyone's son." Xue Bai said: "I have no parents in this world, and I don't need them.
The imperial examination requires parents, and the officialdom requires parents. How can I put the cart before the horse?"
"enough!"
Yan Zhenqing interrupted Xue Bai's words and said: "Radical and fond of taking risks, how are you different from Xue Ling, a gambler? Give up the exam, pack your luggage, and follow me to Longyou for a year."
“No, students have their own discretion.”
“Then you are not my student, stop calling me ‘teacher’!”
Yan Yan walked into the lobby with her hands and feet exposed, and looked inside, when she saw Yan Zhenqing throwing down her sleeves and leaving.
Xue Bai noticed her immediately and turned around to look at her.
"I heard that the title of the poem was wrong, and you ended up committing a taboo?" Yan Yan walked into the hall pretending to be relaxed with her hands behind her back, and said with a smile: "But brother is too young, so I will be a Jinshi at the age of eighteen.
Bar."
Xue Ling violated a taboo, I can just replace him."
Yan Yan understood immediately and said mysteriously: "No wonder Grandpa is angry... Come with me and I'll show you something good."
It was said to be a good thing, but it was just a small bottle of wine "Zhuangyuanhong" that she buried under the swing. This was stolen from the kitchen and buried on the day I taught my brother how to write. The whole book is 520. You
Come dig it out and give you a sip, so you don’t get angry with me."
“I haven’t won the top prize yet.”
Xue Bai really dug it. This was the first time he had seen such a small wine bottle. He was a little worried that it was vinegar instead of wine. "Sooner or later, he will get it." Yan Yan glanced around with admiration, not afraid of the dirt.
, picked up the wine jar from the ground, smelled it, shook his head in disgust, and handed it to Xue Bai, "But seriously, isn't Xue Ling your grandfather? Then...
Isn’t it true that a gambling family is fake?”
“The sage also knows that it is false.”
Xue Bai sat on the swing and took a sip of Yan Yan's Zhuangyuanhong. It turned out to be really wine.
"The saint asked me to recognize Xue Ling and his son, not because of the truth, but because I offered him stir-fried vegetables, and he gave me a background. The first iron rule in the officialdom of the Tang Dynasty is that whoever can coax the saint into a good mood will be rewarded.
...I know him better than the teacher."
Having said that, he also understood why Yan Zhenqing objected. It was too radical and risky to repeatedly consume the emperor's patience. For one year, it was unnecessary.
Yan Yan sat on the swing nearby, looked at him curiously, and asked, "Does it taste good?"
"Well enough."
"Brother, I'm a bad drinker. Just drink it after two sips." Yan Yan was a little proud, as if she had brewed the wine.
"It doesn't matter, my drinking ability has improved." Xue Bai was a little embarrassed, and suddenly said: "Actually, I know my life experience."
“Really? Remembered? Found them?”
"Um."
Xue Bai took a sip of wine and swayed leisurely on the swing, looking at the sky in the distance with memories in his eyes.
His father was a very small village official. He always said that he would take his mother to a big place to see a doctor, but the flood came that year.
His father was swept away trying to catch a sow that was about to give birth to piglets. He was still young at that time, and he always said that when he grew up, he would take his mother to see a doctor and see the best doctor. Unfortunately, his mother could not wait until...
Looking back, he was actually only a few years away from becoming capable.
So, he didn’t want to wait for a year.
"I have always known who my parents are." Xue Bai added, "There is no need to look for them."
“Then..are they gone?”
“No more.”
Because of this, Xue Bai murmured in his heart with a somewhat indifferent attitude: "Xue Ling, it's just a stepping stone."
In fact, he has determined his life experience in this life. After talking with Princess Tang Chang, he already knows everything he needs to know. There is not much suspense, and there is nothing to guess. It is just to see how to use it.
He has long understood who he is in his heart. As for his parents in this life, they are like clothes.
Sometimes people are very strange. They don't care what they wear at all. When they are in the house, they often take off their clothes naked or wrap themselves up ugly. Instead, they wear clothes for people outside to see.
Now that this dress is dirty, it’s time to change it.
It just depends on whether others want to see him change clothes... For example, Yan Zhenqing is bored and doesn't want to see it.
"Brother, I understand." Yan Yan came closer and whispered excitedly: "It's all fake anyway. Can you be the number one scholar if you change me?"
"It's hard to say, but it's worth a try." Xue Bai said, "Let's see if they want me."
Yan Yan raised her fist and seemed to find it interesting. The little girl looked cute, but she said in a naughty manner: "I don't support you, but I support you."
“Although it’s useless, I still thank you.”
"Wrong, how could it be useless?" Yan Yan snatched the wine bottle from his hand and buried it again, "I answered all your policy questions and poems for you. Now I only worry about your poems."
I was not included in the list because I didn’t write well. [Remember the domain name of this website ｓ５20.co】"
“It should be in rhyme.”
“Show me.” Yan Yan said.
Xue Bai nodded, took a branch, and wrote out his examination poem on the ground.
Yan Yan read it, flattened her mouth in disgust, and said, "But that's about it for the exam poems, and your last sentence is actually pretty good."
well enough.
Xue Bai thought it was very common. Although he was not good at it, after all, he had studied famous poems for hundreds of years. He had seen too many such sentence patterns that left nothing but nothing.
For example, no one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard; the shadow of the solitary sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the skyline of the Yangtze River can be seen; the east boat and the west boat are silent, but only the white moon in the middle of the river can be seen; but the singing of birds can be heard, but the place where the birds are singing is nowhere to be seen.
Moreover, he also knows the idiom "the song ends and everyone disperses", so he can still write one or two good sentences by accident at the end of the writing.
This artistic conception is quite novel for today’s world.
NA
Ministry of Rites.
The sound of "灁" is ringing constantly.
Cui Qiao walked into the hall with a gloomy face, sat down behind the desk, took out a list from his sleeve and took a look at it.
Fang opened his mouth and asked, "What are some good poems?"
Immediately, officials came forward with test papers and said: "Mr. Cui, please take a look. These are carefully selected by the lower officials. Li Jiayou, Li Qijun, Bao He, Liu Changqing."
Although the list was drawn up in advance, these people do have real talents and learning. It is precisely because of their good family background that they can read well and become famous. Cui Qiao has already seen their records, and everyone in the world has a strong balance in their hearts.
Of course, there are still some that are not worthy of their name. For example, Yang Juan, a direct descendant of the Hongnong Yang family, wanted to compete for the top three in Jinke. Everything was taken care of, but the poems and poems were mediocre. There were also some poems that were unexpectedly good.
"Mr. Cui, please look at this paper again. Chen Ji, Wang Yong, Zhuang Ruona, Wei Cui...and this paper written by Qian Qi is really amazing."
“Give me Xue Bai’s paper too.”
“Here.“
Six papers were placed in front of Cui Qiao, and he glanced at them briefly.
In the examination poems, everyone wrote nothing more than about the Xiang concubine playing the drum and harp; choosing one of the four rhymes of "Xiang Ling drum and harp", they either used the "Xiang" rhyme or the "Ling" rhyme; the words that appeared were also the same,
Goddess, emperor's son, drums and harps, Xiangshui, tunes, Jingchu, clouds and rain, Dongting, rivers.
This is what imperial examination poems and poems are like. Everyone uses the same rhyme, the same words, and writes the same content. They have a dojo in a snail shell to see who can spell the words neatly. What tests them is patience, carefulness, and compliance with rules.
.
This is why the men of the Menyin family looked down upon the Jinshi. They commented that they "did not write articles about the world, but specialized in carving out minor poems."
But among them, there was still a paper that made Cui Qiao's eyes light up, and he praised: "The last sentence about Qian... is a stroke of genius!"
"Cui Gonggao saw Qian Qi's poem. The first ten lines focus on the sadness of the goddess playing music, and the last two lines are: 'When the music ends, no one can see it, and there are many green peaks on the river.' It seems that the goddess's music came out of nowhere. Where did the music of the goddess come from?
People's daydreams can be called 'ghost songs'."
Cui Qiao stroked his beard and nodded, sighing: "It is rare to see such a masterpiece among exam-oriented poems."
With a passion for talent, he took up his pen and added Qian's name to the list first, and then his eyes fell on the word "Xue Bai" at the top of the list, and he was a little confused.
"Mr. Cui, please read again."
Xue Bai's paper was handed closer, and Cui Qiao read the last sentence carefully, and murmured with a wry smile: "They say Xue Lang is talented, and it's not just for the sake of his reputation."
“Xue Bai’s poem, the first ten lines are different from Qian Qi’s, but the last line is similar, and the artistic conception is the same.”
The official who spoke was an old scholar, who probably had never heard of Xue Ling's name, and said: "If Cui Gong wants to make up for the money to win the ranking, Xue Bai can really afford to be the top pick. After all, he has better first two games and literary talent.
"
"Yeah?"
“Qian Qi is too inexperienced, and there were typos and stains in the first two games. Not only did Xue Bai post the scriptures, but his writing was smooth and steady. From the handwriting and the answer sheet, no one could find any mistakes, which is very rare.”
Cui Qiao murmured: "Zheng Zhengbo thinks that he will appoint Xue Bai as the number one scholar, okay?"
"Can!"
Immediately, another official's expression changed, and he couldn't say directly that Cui Qiao deliberately made Xue Bai violate the taboo. He found a reason to object: "Xue Bai's poem is far inferior to Qian Qi's aura."
“Qian Qi violated the rhyme scheme by using the word ‘no’ twice. From an examination-oriented poem perspective, he should be dismissed.
Does Xue Bai rhyme? The first sentence is Guping."
"No, this is an ordinary sentence, ending with a oblique tone, not Guping. Xue Bai's whole poem is more regular. Looking at the three examination papers, it is all well-organized, and he deserves to be the top scholar."
“He didn’t make any rhymes, but he made taboos, you know? His father’s name is Xue Ling, so he shouldn’t answer this question.”
“Shut up!” Cui Qiao shouted quickly.
Upon hearing this, Master Zheng, who suggested that Xue Bai be the number one scholar, quickly changed his tone and saluted, "In that case,
Cui Qiao looked grim and said, "I have my own plans."
"Can....
At this time, an official came forward holding a paper and said: "Mr. Cui, please read this Gao Shi paper."
“High fitness?“
Cui Qiao glanced at him and his face became solemn. This was the most distinctive paper today. After all, the rhyme of "Xiang" and "Ling" was not used. Instead, the rhyme of "Gu" was chosen. Finally, it was not written on Xiang Fei's drum harp.
, but the achievements of Emperor Shun were just mediocre at the beginning, "Emperor Shun was born in Yaoqiu, and his temple will last forever." After reading the twelve lines, it sweeps away the elegance of previous poems, and the words used are completely different.
Different, Jiamao, Cangwu, filial piety, diligence and thrift, Shangzhong...
Chief Zheng stepped forward to take a look and couldn't help but say: "What a majestic poem, but one of the rare poems for exams that has something to say. Let me wait and see if it matches the rhyme."
"Thirty-five is really high." Cui Qiao admired in her heart, but said: "I'm way off topic."
“But it is indeed the Xiangling drum and harp.
The next moment, Cui Qiao had already torn up Gao Shi's paper.
There was some pity in his eyes, but there was nothing to hesitate about. "I failed the exam at the 35th grade of high school."
ˆˆNN
February 15th is the day when the results are released.
Three days before the results were released, Xue Bai went out of the city. After returning to the city, he stayed overnight at Guoguo's lady's house, and returned to Xue's house on February 14th.
The atmosphere in Xue's house was a bit strange. Apparently, Liu Xiangjun also heard about the imperial examination poem title, and felt that Xue Ling had delayed Xue Bai, so he felt panicked.
“Liu Lang is back. Are you hungry? There’s mutton stewed on the stove.”
Xue Bai could see that she was worried, but he was not as good at comforting people as Du Wulang. He just shook his head and said: "You came back after eating... By the way, everyone can start packing. We can move to Xuanyangfang together next month.
Go live."
Liu Xiangjun was stunned and nodded happily.
“Okay, okay, it’s all up to you.”
The happiest person was Du Wulang. Although it was difficult for him to meet Xue Sanniang before getting married, he still stayed at the Xue family regardless. At this time, he pestered Xue Bai to find out more about it.
It’s strange that there has been no movement at all from the Ministry of Rites during the past three or five days since you have been absent.”
“Of course there won’t be any news until the rankings are released.”
What?" Du Wulang said in surprise: "You still want to get a warrant to buy it?"
Xue Bai thought for a while and said: "Either you give up my paper, or you give me a warning. The former will prevent me from becoming an official, and the latter will make things worse."
“Which one would it be?
“It’s all possible. But if I refuse to give up in the exam room, they probably won’t give me another chance to settle the matter, and it’s more likely that I’ll learn a big lesson.”
“So, by nodding you, I will teach you a big lesson?”
“We’ll know when the results are released tomorrow..
It is already early spring.
One night passed, and the willow trees on Chang'an Street sprouted buds again.
It was not long before daylight, and hundreds of people were already crowded under the wall of the South Courtyard of the Ministry of Rites, many of whom came to catch their son-in-law.
Xue Bai put on a new suit of clothes, put on the belt that Du Miao had given him not long ago, and went out early with Du Wulang. He met Gao Shi on Zhuque Street and went to the Ministry of Rites to see the list. The situation was similar to the last time. Before An came to the door,
He has received many colored papers.
At this point, he was a little distracted, considering whether to ask the emperor for an official position directly or go to a border town to practice if he failed in this exam.
It's just a different way to get the official position. Since we have tried our best, we can rest assured about the outcome.
At this point, what Xue Bai was thinking about was the agreement he made with Du Miao to accompany her on the day when the announcement of the announcement was announced.
With this absurd thought in his mind, he squeezed through the crowd and stood where he could see the notice and waited.
Not long after, the bells and drums were blaring, and an official from the Ministry of Rites set up a ladder to climb up the high wall of the Ministry of Rites to "release the list!"
The short golden list was unfolded in this way, shining brightly under the early spring sun.
Xue Bai looked directly at the name at the top.
People like him are mavericks and take the greatest risks to achieve the greatest results. If they win the ranking, they should be among the best.
Sure enough, the two characters at the top of the gold list are exactly Xue Bai,
After more than a year of planning, Tianbao’s seventh-year champion has finally been captured... for the time being.
Xue Bai, Xue Bai! What a head!"
Du Wulang is a person who can purely enjoy the moment. At this time, he no longer cares about violating any taboos, waving his hands and shouting.
“It’s spring time, four of them have been buried, but you’re still in the same position! Hahaha...
He didn’t even think about who held him back among the five sons and four Jinshi, he only felt that he was honored.
"I know." Xue Bai said, "Let's see if Brother Gao has won."
Gao Shi also smiled slightly, and then patrolled the list with expectant eyes, looking at each name carefully.
Xue Bai, Yang Juan, Li Jiayou, Li Qijun, Bao He, Liu Changqing... there are only twenty-seven names, the last one is Qian Qi, and there is no Gao Shi.
He didn't believe it, and looked around again. Xue Bai already patted him on the back and whispered: "You've tried it, let's find a way out."
“It’s okay, I’m used to it.”
Although Gao Shi was disappointed, he had actually expected this result. He turned around and laughed and said, "Let's go, the number one scholar will treat us to a drink."
“Okay.” Xue Bai said, “But if you drink two less drinks, you will be busy next time.”
Du Wulang said: "You can barely hold two glasses of wine. How many glasses are left after drinking two glasses less?"
The three of them did not dare to stay longer and left quickly.
Sure enough, after a while, the whole Ministry of Ceremonies was boiling with excitement.
“Zhuangtou is really Xue Lang!”
“Ah! My Xue Lang really won the top prize.
Such cheers mostly come from women who admire Xue Bai, or from idle people who like to read his poems and stories.
Occasionally, some other sounds are mixed in.
"Xue Bai has violated a taboo. Last year he was the fifth son of Chun Nao who upheld justice, but now he is an unfilial son."
“Hmph! That Xue Lang is also the number one scholar!”
