Cui Yunhu slammed his forehead on the hard palace bricks, and Peng Peng's sound. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He knew that the emperor was a little angry at this time, but he couldn't let the emperor circulate the criticism of Si Chen after a hundred years. As a courtier, his solemn mission has arrived! Cui Yunhu's heart was full of surging excitement, and he couldn't wait to dedicate his life to Daye immediately and live for a hundred years.

A hundred years of fame, what a temptation.

Gao Zhen frowned, he wanted to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by someone.

Murong Yong, a British duke, was seriously ill and bedridden. But his son Murong Bang is not a good person, he is not only the commander of Long Tengwei, but also the right deputy capital Yushi, and he is usually good friends with Cui Yunhu. His face was cold and calm, he was out of class, his sword-like gaze shot at Yan Su, and he spat out his heart, "Yan is the daughter of a foreign royal family, and there is a person who has a voice for Ruan Fang, and no matter what power Yan has as a woman, as far as the first two are concerned, this female football team will be punished for the crime of bewitching the saint!" ”

As soon as these words came out, all the ministers chimed in, imploring the emperor to behead this woman for the crime of bewitchment. The deafening sound pierced through the entire Jinluan Hall and soared into the sky.

Yan Su sneered, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light.

What a British prince, this statement is conclusive, reasonable, sharp, and incendiary. Even she thinks she's a disaster woman. From the very beginning of the meeting, he was hostile to her and smiled. Is this prince jealous of her status by the emperor's side?

The crowd of servants below was boiling, like a flock of boiled ducks, croaking wildly. for fear of threatening his status and wealth. The emperor was calm and composed, watching his courtiers jump up and down, not to say that Yansu is a woman, that is, she has no talent and no virtue, anyway, he wants him, the emperor, to execute Yansu, the sooner the better. He was not moved. When it was quieter, he said, "In this case, why don't we make a bet, the Guozijian Siye will take a public test, and we will look at his talent first." If there is talent, it is a pity to stop at his identity, 'eclectic and talented', regardless of whether it is male or female. ”

The tone was still so indifferent, I couldn't hear any emotion, and there was no annoyance, it was as light as a glass of calm water.

Yan Su's eyes when he looked at the emperor were full of admiration.

Under the discussion of the ministers, she knows that it is not easy to maintain a calm and planning heart. At the same time, she can understand that under the opposition of the Manchu Dynasty, Gao Zhen can still insist on his point of view, even if he can't succeed today, he will be hostile to the entire harem and even the entire Hokyo in the future, and Yan Su feels that it is worth it.

Her efforts are appreciated.

At this time, on the Jinluan Palace, the golden light spread to the figures of the ministers, ignoring their expressions of looking at each other. Especially Murong Lang, the national prince supervisor who was named by the saint, he is the second son of Murong Yong, and because of his outstanding literary talent, she was the eldest princess of Shang Deqing. He is obsessed with literature and compiles national history. He made the question, a woman, can she answer it? The courtiers were very surprised by the emperor's proposal.

Was the emperor so bewitched that he couldn't recognize the south, south, and northwest? Let Murong Lang ask the question, do you think you can get past it? Some of the important ministers laughed lowly, but they did not dare to laugh out loud.

Gao Zhen didn't seem to see anything, and asked indifferently, "What?" ”

"The minister thought," Seeing the people who were shocked by the emperor, Murong Lang stood up and bowed. Just now the ministers thought it was ridiculous and opposed the emperor's proposal, and he was one of the few courtiers who did not have a postscript. Feng Qing stood elegantly, unfazed, from beginning to end, he actually looked like an outsider, "If the saint wants to assess the Yan family, it is better to be assessed in the palace, and the minister is willing to ask questions." He raised his head and looked around, "When the temple asks questions, write questions in public, what do you think?" ”

A treacherous and gorgeous light flashed in Yan Su's eyes. Rub your fingertips slowly.

This Guozijian is really interesting. The pony who is rumored to be a nerd is not stupid at all. can speak well, and a few words will play the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military affairs. Look, what do these sentences mean, assessing in public? When the palace answers the question, isn't it an honor given only by taking the entrance examination? This concubine was foolish, and all the ministers thought that she would not be able to answer her words, and the insult she gave her nodded and praised.

Cui Yunhu squinted his eyes and looked around at the approval around him, why did he feel that something was wrong? But it has come to this, and we can only go straight down. And Murong Bang completely agreed with his younger brother, the first one to approve. Others are waiting for it.

"That's the case," Murong Lang took out a roll of paper from his middle sleeve, unfolded it, and said with a smile, "Please ask Father-in-law Yue Ya to prepare a long table, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and the exam question: On the politics of the past and the present." Limit the answer within one hour, otherwise it will be regarded as a waiver. He looked up and smiled at Shang Yan, "Wish?" ”

Yue Ya's movements have always been very fast, and his subordinates brought a sandalwood long table, on which there is a white porcelain pen holder, a wolf in the center, and half-cooked rice paper spread out like flowing water. The polished ink is reflected, and Yan Su slowly walks down the high platform.

Standing in front of the long table, Yan Su stared down at the yellowed rice paper.

She thought, it is estimated that the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, especially the Wenchen, are snickering. On the politics of the past and the present, it is really a big problem, what is the ancient, what is the present, and what is the government. If you give it to the average student, nine out of ten people are off topic. There are also those who don't digress, I think I can't get out of this life. She looked at Murong Lang, who was like a bright moon, what did this person mean, he greatly mocked the wisdom of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military affairs, and also aimed at her? She couldn't see the world-weary feelings on his face, all she saw was the light moon and the breeze, and the elegance of the scholars.

"What are you doing standing up? If you can't answer, don't answer! Murong Bang snorted coldly.

She once followed her father and went on the battlefield, and she hated this kind of foreign bewitching woman the most. Thinking of being a minister with her in the future, no! Now that she is standing in the court, Murong Bang feels embarrassed.

Yan returned to his senses, and smiled softly, "It is not as good as Murong Shizi, he has a family background." Tracing alone, you can only be cautious. The indescribable sarcasm, her voice, is sweet and soft, and indescribably beautiful.

"You!" If it hadn't been for the person next to him, Murong Bang's angry fist would have hit Yan Su a long time ago.

Incense is lit. Yan Su ignored him, picked up Yurun's pen, and just rubbed his fingertips. Then he dipped in ink and put pen to paper. She writes extremely slowly, very slowly. It seems that every word is a rabbit and a fall, as she said, cautious and cautious.

The hall was quiet, and every eye was firmly stared, for fear of missing a detail. Only Murong Lang was bored playing with his fingers.

After writing for an hour, he wrote until a stick of incense burned out, and Yan Su stopped writing.

Without waiting for others to speak, Yue Yagong obeyed the emperor's order and ordered the two little eunuchs to pick up the paper left and right, and he read the content:

Today, in the temple, I was blessed to write ideological and political theories, and in today's world, I will discuss the text of politics, in order to seek the Lu of the fight, and hope that the public will give teaching.

Political theory, as well as the form of government, is nothing more than the king, the minister, and the people, from top to bottom, all three are indispensable. The monarch dwells in his place and the stars are together; Ministers, do your best to die with the king. The people are engaged in agriculture in the warehouse.

The dwelling of the lord of man is like the light of the sun and the moon. The world is in its place, and the lord wants to rule the world, for the stars, one, for the wrongdoing, the son said: "The king makes the ministers courteous, and the ministers are loyal." "The people, for the sake of virtue and courtesy, kill the prince and resent, and rebel against the shin of the courtier.

Therefore, it is said: The monarch is the minister. Then the courtiers will be loyal, live without regrets and tirelessly, accept their karma, and serve their strength. The ministers gathered together, and they did not dare to be tyrannical. It is the old minister who tries his best to die with the king, and the king calculates the merit and the minister, so that it will be easy and successful.

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