Almost at the same time, in the political affairs hall, Chang Gon received conclusive news from several secretaries: Zheng Qi's provincial submission paper today has been completed, and Pan Yan, the head of the Ministry of Rites, greatly appreciates his extravagant endowment, and everyone present can see it, and it seems that he is going to give Zheng this year's head.

"What about Gao Yue?"

"The attendant said on the spot that his provincial paper was not clear."

Chang Gon laughed when he heard this. But he quickly found a famous confidant, "Zheng Wenming told me before that Gao Sangu went to Pan Li's house to cast a scroll, which seems to have written a sketch, and it was quite appreciated by Pan - and on such an important occasion as the provincial scroll, Pan Lishi openly said that Gao Sangu's frontispiece poem does not make sense, which is too suspicious - could it be that they have some shady deal in private?" ”

"What does that mean by Tsukazai......"

Chang Gon touched his beard, "The most likely thing Pan Yan will do is to sell questions." Let's come up with a plan, we might as well let Gao Yue's name appear on the list first, everyone knows that he is a poet who does not know poetry, last year's spring essay field was almost the same as the white, and then I will personally appeal to the sage Son of Heaven. ”

"Tsukazai wants His Majesty to retest?"

"That's right, don't you know that the word 'drag' doesn't come from the retest?" Chang Gon sneered.

It was still the second year of Tianbao, the imperial history of the Xuanzong Dynasty in the son of Zhang Yi went to the Ministry of Officials to take the exam, at that time Zhiquan selected the Ministry of Officials Lang Miao Jinqing, because when Zhang Zhongcheng was favored, Miao wanted to sell well, so Zhang Zheng took the first, the result of a world uproar, everyone knows that Zhang Zheng has no literature, this fraud even alarmed An Lushan, An appealed to Xuanzong - Xuanzong personally retried in the Calyx Xianghui Building, the result of the selection of more than 60 people, the pass is not more than one or two, especially Zhang Zheng can not lift the pen can not be a word, handed in a blank volume, It is for pulling white.

The result was naturally that the Holy Lord was furious, and Miao Jinqing was directly degraded.

Chang Gon also wanted to do this, not only to fall to Gao Yue's rank and ask for his life, but also to hit Pan Yan and Liu Yan's forces behind him.

"Gao Sangu, if you drag white in the retest, I'm afraid that it will not be a white roll, but a life!"

At this time, Gao Yue, who didn't know at all, was walking out of the gate of the imperial city, and looked at the spirit magpies perched on the big tree, rows of black presses, the tributes and burning incense mist under them, a few jackdaws who tried to come here to grab food, were fiercely driven away by the flocks of spirit magpies, and the noise of the poultry battle was particularly harsh.

Liu Demuro and Wei Cigong, who were beaming, and other shed friends were waiting for him on the street outside the door.

Gao Yue was also very happy to see them, "Ladies and gentlemen, this time we can say that our Guozi Prison Shed has won the battle!" ”

Everyone's hands were clasped tightly, especially Liu Deyu, who burst into tears, choked up and couldn't speak, "I'm afraid I'm going to be your Bole this year." Pan Yan's words, he has been waiting for fifteen years!

"Let's go, let's go back to the five-frame room and drink Yichun wine." Wei Cigong proposed.

Gao Yue, the head of the shed, said to everyone with a smile, it's okay to drink, but you can't be greedy, and after going back, tell Song Shuangwen that in the days near the Spring Festival, buy some good wine and good food, and take care of the students you should lift.

Everyone laughed and sang loudly, "Drink Yichun wine today, and you don't need to buy spring money tomorrow." "Hook your shoulders and walk along the street towards the Shengdobo.

Buying spring money is the first time in the Tang Dynasty that after the disappointment, his relatives and friends in Beijing pooled money to buy a banquet for him, since he can't see the spring of Chang'an in one day like the new jinshi, he can only ask others to buy some "spring" to comfort himself.

The students of Taofen Shed have confidence and no longer need to raise "spring money", they want the beautiful spring color of Qujiang next year!

As a result, when he first walked to Pingkangfang, a Taoist priest holding a guise walked slowly from the side street and happened to collide with Gao Yue and the others.

When Liu Demuro saw this person, he was so frightened that he hurriedly shrank his neck and stuck out his tongue, and the other party was Sang Daomao.

Previously, he was instructed by Gao Yue to go toe-for-tat with Sang Daomao, a fortune teller, at the Tiehang Bridge in Dongshi, and he still remembered it vividly - but at that time, because Liu De's room had a lot of beards and wigs sticked, Sang Daomao didn't recognize him at this time, looking at these people who were all wearing the deep winter robes of the students, he thought that he must have just gone to the capital hall of Southern Province to finish throwing the provincial papers, so he couldn't help but take a few more looks.

The disciples also stopped and looked at Sang Daomao.

Sang Daomao saw Wei Cigong first, and exclaimed, "Good bachelor! ”

Wei Cigong pointed to himself, and Sang nodded, "Gongzhen has the talent of national weapons, and he will serve the Son of Heaven and participate in secret affairs from now on, which is unlimited." ”

Then Sang Daomao looked at Liu De's room, Liu was so frightened that he didn't go over half of his face, only showing his left face, Sang also smiled and nodded, "Gong is a late bloomer, and after that, he will have a long life, and he should be a hundred years old." ”

"Thank you, Xie Lian Shi Jiyan."

At this time, the other people who accompanied him were interested, and they were busy asking themselves how they were, and Sang Daomao explained one by one, "You will all be successful in three or five years." ”

In the end, only Gao Yue remained, of course, Gao Yue, as a historical materialist (who has been transformed), naturally did not believe in these physiognomy studies, so he smiled and said, "I don't need to." ”

"The shed, the shed, the shed, you have to get!" Everyone laughed.

Who would have thought that Sang Daomao saw Gao Yue's face, his face turned pale suddenly, and he hurriedly looked up at the sky above the mandarin duck tiles on the wall of Pingkangfang, which was originally a clear day, but suddenly thunder and lightning burned the clouds, and the red, red, white and white shook and flashed, so he trembled and kept saying "It's him and not him", and he didn't care about saying anything to Gao Yue, so he held up the pretense, lowered his head and raised the grass shoes, and ran towards the north without leaving a word!

"What, is he and not him?" The sentient beings looked at the head of the shed, puzzled.

Gao Yue looked at Sang Daomao's dejected back, thoughtful, but in the blink of an eye, he said to everyone, "This bull-nosed god is chattering, don't pay attention to him, let's go back to the five-frame room to drink Yichun wine." ”

On February 9, the thirteenth year of the Great Calendar, Chang'an City since the early hours of the morning, it has been rolling down a great spring snow, the imperial history of the Cheng Cui Kuan Mansion, Yun Shao, who stayed here because of the night, got up in advance, dressed in a light fur, standing at the curtain in front of the middle hall, with bright and shining eyes, looking at the snowflakes shuttling in the courtyard trees in the cold wind, drawing a silver-white trajectory in the ink, several of which flew into her palm, cool and cool, Yun Shao raised her wrist, the snowflakes had already melted away, no trace was found, and then she put her palms together, "Gao Langjun, you must get to the ...... safely"

On the couch in the hall, the clouds with scattered hair and the residual candles on the lanterns were lit, and then he looked at his sister's back, sighed slightly, and shook his head.

However, of course, Yunhe understands that today is the day of the Spring Entrance Examination of the Ministry of Rites in the thirteenth year of the Great Calendar, so from today onwards, where will the fate of the third year of high school go?

As she pondered, the drums of the Imperial City came faintly on time through the impenetrable snow.