"So, it's my fault!" Pan Yan behind the curtain was suddenly embarrassed.

In fact, this is just his hypocritical words, if Zheng Qi is unmoved and insists on taking the exam, then as soon as his test paper is completed, Pan Yan and Ling Huxiang will immediately remove his reputation for the crime of "committing the first gentleman's mistake", and they will also ruin his future with the hat of unfilial piety.

"No, don't blame the chief secretary, there are nearly a thousand people who came to the Ministry of Rites to take the test, who can cover everything?" Although Zheng Qi was in pain, after all, his mind was still sober, and he faintly felt that there was something strange about the setting of this rhyme, as if someone deliberately didn't want him to pass the exam.

When this happened, Pan Yan nodded, "It's a pity, but it's a pity that I will continue to wait for civilization in the Southern Courtyard next year." ”

"Late life-retirement-" Zheng Qi could hardly hold back the tears in his eyes at this time, and after making the bow, he walked back to the east corridor step by step, and then packed up his bags under the eyes of everyone and left the atrium of the south courtyard gloomily.

Under the west corridor, Zhu Sui, Wang Biao and several other people saw Zheng Qi leaving the scene because of avoidance, although they didn't know why, they could make each other's eyes in celebration, and they were afraid that they laughed out of the pig cry.

And Gao Yue was also dumbfounded.

The previous Wei Cigong saw Zheng Qi leave, although he regretted it in his heart, but he thought about it: Wei Cigong, Wei Cigong, God finally treated me well, first asked my heart, and now in the most difficult poetry link, I persuaded Zheng Qi, who was the most competitive, by avoiding it, then this time I don't want to say that I was born as a Jinshi, even if I have to be a teacher!

So Wei Cigong was like a divine help, the tip of the pen was like a turn, and the talent spewed out.

On the mat under the front hall, another Li Feng was even more settled, splashing ink without hindrance.

This annoys Gao Yue - he really can't write this "Tongtiantai Fu", and he doesn't dare to submit the paper in advance, for fear of giving a bad impression to the chief secretary, he learned that once this waiter of the Ministry of Rites becomes a minister, he will theoretically know three years of tribute (there were also Xue Yong Lianzhi four lists, and ninety-one scholars).

He sat anxiously by the bookcase, and the Dugu Liangqi next to him was also full of anxiety.

Gao Yue also wanted to go back to help Liangqi, but he was a mud bodhisattva crossing the river and it was difficult to protect himself, so he really couldn't catch it. In the end, Gao Yue simply quietly went to the back wall of the corridor and bought some food from the sergeant: preserved meat, soup and rice, rice cakes, and tea, which were full in front of the bookcase, and he ate a bite when he was bored.

As the twilight grew, and the cold winds of early spring became steeper, the lifters lit candles one after another, shining on the walls of the corridor.

Gao Yue thought, let's write some, I can't hand in the paper in advance, and I can't hand in the white paper, so he scribbled a few sentences, and at the end of the sentence, he rhymed with "Hongtai exists alone, and the envy is below".

Finally, when the "end of the three candles" arrived, the curtains in the front hall were rolled up, and the sound of bells rang in the distance.

Under the candlelight, Wei Cigong picked up the text that had been transcribed and sprinkled with rules and regulations, and couldn't help but be elated, looked up at the blue sky and the moon, and whispered to him, "Heaven will not live up to me!" ”

Before he finished speaking, a sudden sound broke out from the eaves above him: a crow rose into the air, flew away with a babble, and by the way, he dropped a piece of tile with his foot - the tile fell straight down and hit the inkstone on the case of Wei Cigong's book, and the ink splashed everywhere, and Wei Cigong's face was covered with black!

Then, two lines of clear tears pierced the ink, and the cheeks of the self-defense prince flowed......

Before Gao Yue could stop him, Wei Cigong broke out from the initial shock, his face was full of ink, black, baring his white miserable teeth, he jumped into the atrium with one foot, and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his green arms, facing the examiner who was also stunned inside and outside the front hall, pointing to the missing eaves of the corridor, and roaring, "The dignified southern province (the Tang people call the imperial city Shangshu province the southern province), it is unbearable to let the eaves tiles fall and smash the scrolls of the lifting sub in disrepair!" Say, "Where have you coveted the money that is to be imprisoned?" ”

Then Wei Ci was so angry that he lost his mind, like an angry black-faced lion, and threw himself into the front hall with his teeth and claws, "Help him out, help him out." Gao Yue obviously heard it, and even Pan Shilang's tone was a little frightened.

A large group of officers and sergeants from the corridor embraced him, and lifted Wei Cigong, who was still angrily reprimanded, out of the atrium, and then out of the outer court, and the sound faded away until the poofing sound was thrown to the outer wall of the south courtyard.

After Wei Cigong was helped out, Ling Huxiang said to continue to collect the scroll.

Gao Yue looked up at the night sky at this time, from the lost eaves, it can be seen that the moon has been swallowed up by dark clouds, the weather is cold, and there are scattered snowflakes blowing down, "Alas, I didn't expect that I was admitted to the Jinshi for the first time in the Tang Dynasty, and it ended with such an ending. ”

The results of the poems and even the entire twelve years of the Great Calendar are already very clear.

Wei Cigong fell down before handing in the papers, polluting the entire test paper because of his fate, but fortunately Pan Yan did not chase his fault in the noisy field;

Gao Yue's poetry volume, in the eyes of Pan Shilang, is almost the same as "dragging white" (white volume), naturally under the first, and later Pan Yanyue's father-in-law, that is, the steaming old man, saw Gao Yue's nonsense white scroll, and couldn't help laughing, "The coming year really depends on this person's fortune, one year, can you make up for the loss, win the joy of the coming year, or be like Liu Demuro who has not repented for many years?" It's up to you. ”

Zheng Qi reluctantly withdrew from the Ministry of Rites examination because he wanted to avoid it, and all his previous achievements were abandoned, and it is said that the two prime ministers had a big quarrel with the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Officials, and even alarmed the emperor;

Dugu Liangqi's poems "rhyme" more than ten places, and he was sentenced to fall behind;

Li Feng's "Tongtiantai Fu" became the biggest winner, although he was late, although he didn't know the etiquette, although he looked ancient, although he didn't even know that Yao Shun was of that generation, but as the old man with the steaming Hu commented, "Some people's literary brilliance can really only be explained by the immortal." Among them, he wrote in the text, "Although the layers are staggering, the road is circulating, Qin is in the west, the Qi Palace is above, and the Yang Tong Canghao overlooks Huangzhou." It was quickly recited in the streets and alleys of Chang'an City - Li Feng is the head of the twelfth year of the Great Calendar;

And Zhu Sui, Wang Biao, Bi Jun and other nobles of Chongwen and Hongwen also succeeded.

On the night of the end of the Ministry of Rites test, there was a light snow in Chang'an City, which was not too cold, and the remaining snow had not yet dissipated, and the dead trees around the South Courtyard of the Ministry of Rites sent out new flowers.

Before the moon set, there was a surge of people on the outer wall of the south courtyard, and Gao Yue stood in the middle of it.