The ministers expressed their opinions step by step, and when the time came to retreat, the hall finally announced that the young men had entered the temple to face the saints. (Please go to see the latest chapters) [Full text reading]

The young men who stood and waited outside did not stand in the sun, but the court attendants were kind to them, and when the sun came out, they moved them to a cool place, so that they would not suffer from heat stroke before facing the saints.

The three injured were also carried into the main hall on a stretcher, and at a glance they were all young people with weak crowns, young and young, and they should have been energetic and full of vitality, but they were all wilted, looking listless, and the tone of the voice seemed to be dragging when they saluted collectively, and they were not as imposing as the civil and military salutes of the Manchu Dynasty.

The ministers below felt strange, feeling that this was not like the spirit that a young man should have, and many people secretly raised their eyes to observe the dragon face, and saw that the saint on the dragon chair was already displeased.

It is understandable that the three injured and sick people are not breathing, and the others are not injured, and they are weak to speak, and such a big thing as the face saint can't make them cheer up excitedly.

These old and cunning ministers were silent on their faces, muttering in their hearts.

"What's going on? Standing in the sun for a while and wilting? At a young age, your body bones are so weak? ”

The saint asked with a stern face, his voice revealing dissatisfaction and doubt.

"Back to Your Majesty, we are not exposed to the sun, we are fortunate to see Long Yan for the first time in this life, and we are overjoyed and a little confused."

There was finally a clever person in the crowd, who hurriedly played the round, but after speaking, he lowered his head, and secretly yawned by the posture of saluting and the cover of his sleeves.

"Well, there is some truth to what you say, come forward, what's your name? Can you have a reputation? ”

The saint's face immediately softened, and he told the young man to come out and speak.

The man's body shook and he quickly stepped forward.

"Back to His Majesty, Huang Dawei, a grass citizen, is a famous talent."

"Oh? Can you study hard for Qiuqiu? ”

"Back to your majesty, studying is a lifelong career, and I have never slackened."

"Well, very good! That's how you should be as a reader! What book do you read most often? Which ones have you read well? What are the most impressive paragraphs? Recite it to me? ”

"Back to His Majesty, the most thoughtful passage of the grass people is...... Be...... It's ......"

Huang Dawei's voice ended here, his tongue swirled in his mouth, but he couldn't say the following, and he suddenly couldn't recite a single sentence of the article he had the most experience in the past.

The saint and the civil and military officials were waiting for him to endorse with great interest, but they saw that he was stuck, as if he had suddenly lost his voice and forgot to speak.

"What? After reading a book for so many years, you can't memorize the most familiar paragraph? The saint's face pulled down again, and his mind recalled the words of Bai Ko relayed by the prince, and the living example of the peacock's brain damage was right in front of him.

"Grass people can carry it! I can carry it! It is...... That's it...... That ......"

Huang Dawei sweated profusely, stumbling and barely reciting a few sentences, but the ministers present were all in an uproar, not believing that this was the talent that a Xiucai who studied hard for Qiu Yu should have.

This matter can be big or small, if it involves fraud in the field, then there must be a group of officials in prison, imprisoned and exiled, and exiled to raid the house.

The saint's face became more and more ugly, and he sternly scolded Huang Dawei to shut up, and casually ordered another young man to let him out, asked him about his fame, and he was also a talent, so he pointed to an article for him to memorize.

This person memorized quite smoothly at the beginning, and he opened his mouth to come, but after reciting the first paragraph, the content behind him stuttered, and he couldn't continue it, and immediately the whole person trembled like chaff, knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately, begging the saint to spare his life.

The sage no longer asked the standing ones, but asked the three lying on stretchers, who were the sons of the ministers of the court, and their father was in the queue of the early dynasty, but the sage pointed to a few passages, and none of the three of them could recite even one in its entirety.

The civil and military officials gradually stopped talking, and the eyes of the old and cunning adults turned to Gu Yun'an, the prince of Yeguo, who had not said a word from beginning to end, and the grandfather of the country stood in place with a calm face, as if waiting for the current farce to end.

Have a brain and think flexibly in your heart, the sage really wants to find trouble with Gu Yunan? Why does this situation seem to be a saint who wants to support Ye Guogong? It can't be that today's meeting is actually a trap, right?

And the fathers of these three young people, they are already standing at the forefront with sweat on their faces, beads of sweat dripping down their cheeks one by one, and they can't say a word of self-defense, at this time there is no one to remind the saint that the purpose of summoning these young people today is to confront Ye Guogong, and the saint wants to administer justice to them and ask for compensation for Bai Ko's injuries.

The saint's face is getting more and more ugly, these people are all promising young students, they all have merit and fame, and they may become young jinshi at any time to serve the country, but now they don't know one by one, and after reading the books for so many years, they have forgotten even the most basic articles.

"What the hell is going on with you? Was the fame on his body bought? The saint was furious.

"Your Majesty is angry." The ministers were busy persuading.

"Your Majesty spare your life! Majesty xià spare your life! The young men exclaimed in panic.

"Your Majesty is angry! The dog's fame is really self-tested! There has been no cheating, please be enlightened! "The three adults are really frightened, once they sit down, the consequences of fraud are unimaginable, it's not a joke, and no one can bear the price.

"Mingjian? How else to learn? These people can't answer anything, so how can I know what to do?! ”

"Your Majesty is angry!" The ministers persuaded again, and the father-in-law also picked up the teacup on the long case and handed it over carefully.

The saint took a breath, took the teacup and took a few sips of water.

Just when the atmosphere in the hall eased somewhat, some of the young people below appeared abnormal, shaking violently, sweating heavy clothes, sweating like rain, pale face, blank eyes, and a little convulsive.

"Hey, what's wrong with him?!" The ministers who were closer to him were the first to notice the situation and screamed, but they did not dare to help him.

"Is he a sheep epilepsy?"

"Hurry up and announce the Imperial Doctor." The sage was high up and could see it most clearly, and someone couldn't hold it and finally became addicted to medicine, so he quickly put down the teacup and ordered.

Soon, the imperial doctor, who had been waiting outside, came in with a medicine box on his back, and after carefully observing it for a while, he affirmed that it was not sheep epilepsy, but it was difficult to judge what kind of disease it was for a while, and hoped to bring it back to the hospital for detailed examination.

The saint was about to grant permission when the man fell on all fours and struggled to crawl towards his companions.

"Smoke! Give me smoke! Give me a bite! Quick, give me a bite! ”

"There's no smoke!"

"Smoke is outside!"

"Don't look for me! I didn't! ”

"You're crazy! What kind of cigarettes do you want here! ”

"I know you have! You've got a snuff bottle, give me some! Please! A little bit is good! ”

"Let go of me! Let me go! It hurts! ”

The young men pushed and denied each other, and the man stumbled to the edge of the stretcher, and the three of them had been lying on their stomachs but had nowhere to hide, and he directly touched one of them, and the father of the other party was worried about his son, so he stepped forward and pulled the person away.