That night, these scholars stayed in the Chongwen Pavilion, and if a group of scholars usually lived together, they would naturally talk about some poetry and songs. But now they are all looking forward to the careers that are coming.

Of these hundreds of people, the most unfortunate can also be mixed with the same Jinshi background, and it is not a problem to be crowned an official. You can also go to the Bianliang, accept the cheers of the people, and accept the summons and blessings of the emperor, what a glory.

Finally, everyone went to the legendary Jinming Pond and went to the Qionglin banquet to dot this glorious portrayal.

Yang Lin rested his hands with his head and his calves crossed, without the slightest sleepiness. Chongwen Hall is the location of the royal collection of books, and Yang Lin, who is used to living in the comfort of Changle Building, is not used to sleeping here.

"When I think about it, the body smell of the comfort nest is good..."

Yang Lin muttered in a low voice, and Zhao Bin next to him was also nervous and couldn't sleep, and said with a smile: "Yang Wenyuan also knows that there is a comfortable nest in Changle Building?" ”

"Hehe, I've heard a little." Yang Lin didn't want to be exposed, so he replied with a smile.

Who knew that Zhao Bin was interested, turned sideways and said, "That's a good place, do you know Miss Li Ning'er?" She is the most talented woman in the history of our Great Song Dynasty, 'The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was in the dim light. Such a good sentence is really desirable. ”

Yang Lin was a little weak-hearted, so he had to comfort himself, talented people will always leave good sentences, maybe I let Ning Er plagiarize now, and they can create new ones in the future, wouldn't they have made outstanding contributions to ancient Chinese poetry?

Zhao Bin sighed: "This time I won the Jinshi, I said that I would save money to go to Changle Building, even if I can't see Miss Li, it's good to stop downstairs with her." Alas, this kind of amazing talent was born in a woman, which really makes us men ashamed. ”

As soon as the scholar next to him heard that they were discussing Li Ning'er, he immediately became interested, and every word you said to me was infinite praise for the goddess.

"My favorite is still the sentence 'I see how charming the green mountains are, and I should be like this when I see the green mountains.'" Such good words should only be written by the fairies in heaven! ”

"According to me, it's still 'the mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.'" The most amazing, simple verses have a timeless meaning, and the more you read it, the more you taste it. I heard that Miss Ning'er not only has peerless poetry, but also has thousands of styles, flowers and moon appearances, but I hate that I don't have the opportunity to see a beautiful woman. ”

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Yang Lin listened to their numb words, and his heart was dark, if he let these people know what kind of expression Ning Er would have when he was happy with him.

The sleepless night that made the scholars pass quickly, and the scholars walked into the Xuande Gate in a procession and sat on the seats that had been arranged in the Daqing Hall Square.

After a while, Xu Zhichang, who had just been promoted to a member of the Ministry of Rites, said loudly: "The list of face saints will be read out below." ”

Everyone's hearts are in their throats, especially the talents who have the opportunity to touch the top three, and they are looking forward to it.

Yang Lin's old god is here, you can compare with others, it's easier to count with me? I've been making up for so many days, it's equivalent to an open-book exam, and I can't pass the test.

"Huo Duanyou, Wujin County, Changzhou; Caidian, Xianyou County, Xinghua Army; Zhao Bin of Hangzhou Prefecture; Yang Lin, Yangzhou Prefecture; Zhao Ding, Kaifeng Mansion, Bianliang...."

The more Yang Lin looked at Xu Zhichang, the more familiar he felt, but he didn't take it to heart.

Xu Zhichang took twenty people to Fengqi Pavilion to wait for the interview, and at this time Zhao Ji was flipping through the list and test papers of these twenty people.

One of them is clearly organized, very clearly about easy numbers, and many places in his heart that he has studied for a long time, let him hold it in his hand and love it.

The signature of this test paper is naturally Yang Lin, and the three Taoists he is looking for have a background, and they are the Taoist priests in the imperial temple.

On weekdays, Zhao Ji talked to them about the Tao, and he was also the Taoist leader in this view, and Yang Lin spent a lot of money to invite them from Cai Jing and Yang Jian.

I have to say that the interview is a huge test for all scholars, and in the face of the most powerful people in the world - the emperor and the ministers, you need to calmly deal with all kinds of problems, it is simply difficult.

After the first few people hurriedly entered, they were all sweating when they came out, obviously it was the cold weather of the spring, and it was like a dog day.

It wasn't until Yang Lin entered the venue that a few Xianggong and Zhao Ji nodded slowly, this guy was not only down-to-earth and generous, but it was a little too relaxed.

There is no way, all the people present are acquaintances, Cai Jing, Yang Jian and even Zhao Ji, he has had contact with him.

Yang Jian shook off the dust and sang loudly: "Yangzhou scholar Yang Lin, get up and wait to ask." ”

Yang Lin stood up, looked at the four ministers above, and the emperor Zhao Ji who was sitting on the dragon chair, waiting for this most important interview.

Cai Jing chuckled lightly and said, "Yang Lin, introduce yourself first and get to know the official family." ”

"Yang Lin, a student of Yangzhou, has been immersed in his head for 15 years, and he is only willing to learn literature and martial arts and sell them to the emperor's family. When a student was born, the sky fell..."

"Ahem" Cai Jing saw that he still had plans to continue blowing, so he quickly stopped him with a light cough and asked, "What is your strategy for filling the treasury." ”

Yang Lin was prepared and replied: "In the student's home, he is engaged in business, and he thinks that it is necessary to fill the treasury with commercial taxes!" Now I am in the Song Dynasty, and the benefits of opening the market are more than 10 million. The west defeats the Xia Dynasty, the north is the Khitan, the south is the Zhurong, and the east is the endless sea...

There are no less than 10 million people near the sea, and the sea is the land of the sea people. The coastal provinces, the land is narrow and there are many people, the mountains and forests are rejected, all are villages, there is no land to cultivate, and the livelihood of the small people is difficult.

If the people of the sea are mobilized to do business, the barren land of the four seas can immediately become a place of wealth and nobility in the world. The imperial court only needs to collect commercial taxes, which can be worth several years' income, so why worry about the lack of treasury. ”

Zhao Ji listened lazily, obviously not very interested in these people's livelihood and national affairs, and asked instead: "Su asked you that you have a poetic talent, and once chanted, 'Even if the article is shocking to the sea, it is just on paper', how about composing a poem on today's palace examination questions and answers within seven steps in this hall?" ”

Yang Lin secretly scolded in his heart for the mud that couldn't support the wall, Lao Tzu tried his best to teach you how to govern the country, but you have to chant poetry and chant chicken feathers.

With anger in his heart, Yang Lin said in a deep voice: "The ancients have spared no effort in learning, and they are young and strong. On paper, I finally feel shallow, and I never know that I have to do it. ”

Zhao Ji didn't seem to realize the meaning of Yang Lin's words, and said with a smile: "Yes, under the fame, there is really real talent and real learning." ”

In this way, Yang Lin's interview, which was halfway through the conversation, was over, and when he walked out of the hall, he couldn't help but look up with his hands behind his back.

In the gloomy and miserable sky, a dragon hung with a dim light, just like this court with fortune telling as a test question, the absurd monarch of a hall, about to die and still have the last light.