Chapter 75: Wearing Two Swords in the Spring Examination Hall, Discussing a Northern Expedition [For the Eternal Night

Chapter 77: Wearing two swords in the Spring Examination Hall, discussing a Northern Expedition [Additional chapter for the leader of Yongye Tianchen]

The spring rain falls one after another, and the end of each one means that the Spring Examination is one step closer.

Now, the Spring Examination has finally begun, and a grand event is like apricots and peaches in spring, blooming all over Lin'an.

For every candidate who has studied hard, passing the examination is just the beginning. Going to Lin'an to take the exam and impact the golden list that everyone wants to squeeze into is the ultimate goal.

The Spring Examination is held in Wenyuan. As a holy place for scholars in Dazhao, it is not the first time that Wenyuan has held the Spring Examination. Many people have agreed that it is more ceremonial to hold the Spring Examination in Wenyuan.

Don't lean on the high building to feel melancholy, the whole city is full of peaches and plums for spring.

The Wenyuan under the spring is full of vitality. The green grass beside the stone path is washed by the spring rain, and the tender leaves are born, as if it contains a sharp sword intent, tearing through the entire winter and swinging it to the world.

Anle climbed the stone steps, and the spring rain was like oil, flowing down the steps, spreading a little bit of spring.

There were many scholars on the road, carrying bags, with solemn faces and nervousness. For any student who has studied hard for ten years, the pressure of the spring examination is extremely great, and few people can keep a normal mind.

Not seeing many familiar people, Anle followed the stone path and came to the black and white Wenyuan building complex.

Walking on the bluestone road, in the distance, the figures gradually increased, and scholars in Confucian robes were queuing up, waiting to enter the Wenyuan examination room.

White walls and black tiles, just like the atmosphere of the Jiangnan water town.

Dots of green climbed up the white wall, like an embellishment in the freehand misty mountains and rivers, becoming more and more hazy.

In the distance, there was a familiar figure, carrying a huge bag, which was filled with not only exam supplies, but also some food and so on.

After all, not all candidates are cultivators who can answer questions peacefully for three days and three nights without eating or drinking.

The Spring Examination is divided into three sessions, each lasting three days. Starting from the ninth day of the first lunar month, candidates leave the examination hall once every three days and then have to enter the examination hall again to take the exam.

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

But they are just ordinary candidates, and they are facing candidates who are in the second list of Jinshi. If they want to challenge the first list of Jinshi, they have to take an extra day after all the examinations.

There will be an assessment of cultivation.

All examinations are conducted in the Wenyuan, even the last one on cultivation.

There are really many candidates gathered in the Wenyuan. Although the number has shrunk after the Great Zhao moved south, there are still more than 3,000 candidates from all over the Great Zhao Dynasty.

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

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

When Liu Yue saw Anle, his eyes lit up slightly, and he hurriedly greeted him and introduced the scholar next to him.

The scholar surnamed Xu was not interested in Anle. He just bowed slightly, said goodbye to Liu Yue, and turned around and left with another 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.

Anle didn't care. The other party didn't even have the air of age, and he was not a cultivator, so naturally he didn't care about Anle.

When Liu Yue saw that Anle's luggage was so simple, he became more certain of his guess in his heart, and his smile became even bigger.

A famous painter, and an unfathomable cultivator, who was very different from him in status, could actually talk to him happily, which showed that the other party was really making friends with him.

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

During the process, Anle also scanned the queue and saw that there were many practitioners among them, with the air of age.

There were not many candidates who came from all over the country to compete for the first list of Jinshi. Most of the candidates who practiced were studying in the Academy of Literature. They had other channels and privileges to enter the examination hall, so they would not waste time queuing here.

While waiting in line, Liu Yue popularized the lineup of examiners for this spring exam to Anle.

"There are two chief examiners for this spring exam. The chief examiner is Xu You, the left assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites, and the deputy chief examiner is Yan Chaoqing. There are also ten co-examiners as invigilators and inner curtain observers. Of course, the one who coordinates everything in the end is the current Prime Minister Qin."

Liu Yue took a deep breath and said.

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

Liu Yue has been hanging around in Lin'an for a while, and he is much more informed than An Le who is confined to practice in seclusion.

"Originally, he was the chief examiner of the Minister of Rites, but later something happened. The Minister of Rites was closely related to the Lin Mansion, so Qin Xiang found a reason to impeach him and replaced him with the Left Vice Minister of Rites. The Left Vice Minister was once a student of Qin Xiang, so he is trusted by Qin Xiang."

Liu Yue narrowed his eyes and whispered. He dared not speak loudly about such gossip.

An Le nodded, frowning slightly. Qin Xiangfu was really pressing the Lin Mansion step by step, and even the Minister of Rites who had a slight relationship with the Lin Mansion was implicated. This move was undoubtedly to shock the court and let all forces related to the Lin Mansion draw a clear line with the Lin Mansion.

The storm has gradually risen, and even standing on the edge, you can feel its sharpness.

After queuing for almost half an hour, the team finally approached the inspection office of the gate.

Soldiers wearing armor and carrying swords on their waists stared at each examinee sternly.

"Why are you wearing a sword?"

The inspecting officer looked at Anle and shouted.

This supervisor is a cultivator, and his sharp shouts are filled with the power of his mind, forming a vague force. If he is not a cultivator, or has a weak mind, he is afraid that he will be drunk 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 surveillance officer 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 someone 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 Chunwei exam questions, 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.

A separate small room arranged according to the test number on the test card is the number room.

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, with a spring rain and winding paths. On the path, there are peach trees in full bloom, and some apricot blossoms are blooming to welcome the spring.

The light rain pattered on the black tiles of the dormitory, and there was 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, a thatched cottage can be seen through a secluded path.

The spring rain is blown by the spring breeze and sprinkles tiltedly. Under the eaves of the thatched cottage, someone is making tea, and the charcoal stove is boiling water. The hot steam 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, Master?"

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

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

"There are high and low levels of knowledge, let alone students. Everyone will have someone they choose to believe in and someone 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 said 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, staring at the third wife.

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

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 Fuhua Jie Bing admires, Qin Lishi naturally gives 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 figure gradually blurred into the mountain mist.

The third master took a sip of tea, shook his 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?"

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Lin Mansion, Tianbo Waterside Pavilion.

In the large pond, koi carps roll from time to time, causing a gorgeous spring scenery.

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

"How can you be so calm and calm?"

Li Youan smiled.

"Anle 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's 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 literature 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 after the examination. The province is 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 Qingshan feel ashamed."

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"when--"

In the literary courtyard, a distant sound of a bell ringing continuously lingered in the foothills.

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

Armor-clad soldiers, with knives on their waists, stood outside the dormitory, staring at each candidate with a fierce expression. If the candidates were even suspected of cheating, they 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 examination papers in baskets and began to distribute the examination papers for the first spring ceremony from room to room.

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

This means that candidates can start marking papers.

For a moment, the sound of turning over the papers was like waves in the vast sea, and it spread in the air above the liberal arts college in an instant. 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 future. 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 practitioners' competition is not the ordinary Confucian scholars who are ranked in the second list, but the 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 thoughtful look on his face. While polishing his ink, he was thinking about the answering methods and techniques.

The Confucian scholar surnamed Xu, who was a few rooms away from him, had a hint of joy in his eyes. Then, Lang Hao 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 his eyes were fixed on the last question in the paper.

The question was very short, but Anle's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Five hundred years have passed since the Zhao Dynasty moved south. Emperor Yuan Meng is still angry and has conquered thousands of miles. He has countless powerful generals under his command. Question: On the Northern Expedition or not."

ps: I overestimated myself. I still can’t finish writing before twelve o’clock. The third update is here, and I will add an update for the leader! Keep asking for a wave of monthly tickets to hit the new book monthly ticket list!