Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Head of the Case Has Been Determined
In the past, it was common for candidates to get sick in the examination room, especially in the college examination. The examination is held once a year, usually in early May of that year.
It has been summer in May, and so many candidates have gathered together for three days to take the exam, and it is and urine, and it is inevitable that someone will have a fever problem.
In May of this year, the weather was extremely hot, which also created the conditions for the outbreak of the disease.
"How is Wu Jie now, does he have a fever?" Hearing the news, Bao Yingxia's heart tightened. This Wu Jie will be his own protΓ©gΓ© in the future, and it would be a great pity if he fell ill here and couldn't complete the exam.
Besides, Master Bao didn't know if Wu Jie's infection was or not, if so, if these hundreds of candidates were infected, it would be a big deal.
"I don't seem to have a fever." Shen Xuezheng replied: "Looking at his appearance, his jaw is a little swollen, and his face is normal. People look very spiritual. β
"That's weird." Bao Yingxia was puzzled, and asked if the professor had found someone to clean the examination room before the exam.
Professor Fuxue replied that it had not been cleaned, and even the drainage ditch had been dredged in advance and sprinkled with lime for disinfection. He said carefully to Bao Yingxia: "Lord Bao, the weather is too hot, otherwise, let someone go outside to buy some mung bean soup and boil some herbs to come in." β
"It's ridiculous, as soon as the gate of the field is closed, no one is allowed to enter or exit until the gate is opened."
"Yes, yes, yes, it's the lower officials who are confused." Professor Fuxue sighed and stopped talking.
Shen Xuezheng: "Wait a minute, I'm going to see Wu Jie, if he is really sick......" In fact, Shen Xuezheng knows that even if Wu Jie falls ill in the examination room, it is unthinkable.
There is its own system on the scientific field, and once the door is closed, you can't enter and exit casually until you get to the day, and you have to die inside.
A few years ago, during the Fujian Township Examination, there was a fire in the examination room, and because of this impersonal system, no one dared to put out the fire. Just watched a dozen candidates burn to death there. It was not until the end of the exam that the family was notified to come and collect the body.
"Okay, you'll check it out later." Bao Yingxia bowed slightly.
So, after lunch, Shen Xuezheng walked around the examination room with his hands behind his back.
News keeps coming.
"Wu Jie's face seems to be still swollen, covered in sweat, and it doesn't look good."
"On such a hot day, let alone him, the official is also sweating. By the way, how is his roll? β
"It's still hard to write, and I have to write every word for half a day."
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"Oh no, no!"
"Lord Judge, what's the matter?" Bao Yingxia and Professor Fuxue asked in unison.
Shen Xuezheng's fat body was trembling, and the cyan official robe was completely soaked with sweat, panting: "It's not good anyway." β
"But your face is more swollen?"
"Not really, the swelling on Wu Jie's face seems to have subsided."
"It's good to reduce the swelling, it's good to reduce the swelling, then there's nothing to worry about." Professor Fuxue touched his chest.
"But...... But ......"
Bao Yingxia: "But what? β
"But...... Wu, Wu Jie's left hand, it seems, it seems to be swollen as well. "Xue Zheng is a bit of a stutter.
"My left hand was swollen too...... Do not worry. After a moment of silence, Bao Yingxia said: "Maybe it's caused by mosquito bites, it's not a big deal." β
"That's right."
Bao Yingxia tried her best to put the uneasiness in her heart behind, and said to Xue Xuezheng: "Wait for another hour to close the papers, so far, the three eight-strand essays have been examined." The paper of this third question is also asked to be read by adults more carefully. β
"That's natural, the official has been idle for a while, and he is feeling dull."
At this time, Bao Yingxia picked out a copy of the pile of volumes and said with a smile: "Actually, it doesn't matter whether the third question and tomorrow's strategy and trial poems are read or not, it's nothing more than an additive." The icing on the cake is certainly gratifying if it is done well, and it doesn't matter if it is not done well. Just now, I discussed with the professor of Chengdu Fuxue, and based on the two articles in this volume, the head of the current department has been decided. β
"Ahh Shen Xuezheng was taken aback: "Who is so talented that he can easily win the championship with just two articles?" β
Professor Fuxue said to him with a smile: "It is indeed talented, these two articles are written beautifully, and they are really eye-catching in this pile of volumes." Lord Jurator, you can come and take a look to see if it is Wu Jie's scroll. It must be yes, it must be him. I have read the articles of Wu Shizhen's county test and government test, and they are in the same style. β
"Okay, take a look." Shen Xuezheng responded, only glanced at it, and then opened his mouth wide: "Sure enough, ......" is indeed Wu Jie's volume.
"Judge, Professor!" Bao Yingxia snorted majestically.
Shen Xuezheng hurriedly moved his eyes away, avoided the side, and said, "How do I know if it's Wu Jie's scroll." Yesterday was so far away, and this official is not clairvoyant. β
Professor Fuxue woke up and shook his head with a smile: "Yes, we are all from the imperial examination, we have been in the cold for ten years, and we have studied hard every night, and our eyes have long been broken." Especially when it gets dark, I can't see anything, like a blind man. β
Everyone laughed.
In fact, as soon as they saw the expression of Shen Xuezheng, everyone knew that this scroll was undoubtedly made by Wu Jie. Moreover, judging from these two articles, whether it is the idea or the writing, it is much higher than the other candidates, who else can it be if it is not Wu Shizhen?
By this time, the suspense of the academician of Chengdu Mansion in this issue has been completely killed.
Of course, the prerequisite is that Wu Jie needs to complete the remaining few exam questions.
The college examination is the third level of the children's examination, which involves the fame of showing talents, and cannot be submitted in advance and cannot be admitted on the spot. Therefore, completing all the questions is the first requirement for admission.
But Wu Jie's body doesn't seem to be right, will he be able to successfully complete the next exam?
The three examiners were all a little uneasy in their hearts.
This exam, if Wu Jie can't pass it, it's not interesting.
Fortunately, although Wu Jie looked very sick and wrote the volume like a snail, when it was time to hand in the paper, he was still able to finish the third eight-strand essay.
Better news came, the swelling on Wu Jie's left hand had disappeared, and it came and went as fast as it came.
It was as if a few drops of blood were oozing from the back of his hand, and there was a bruise the size of a fingernail.
This made the three examiners a little puzzled: what kind of disease is this?
He also asked the officials to raise their spirits tonight and observe carefully, and if there is any incident, report it quickly.
Fortunately, the night was very peaceful, and when it was dawn, the official replied that the scholars were normal, especially Wu Jie, and they slept very sweetly.
"Very good, let's send all the papers, it's the last one." Bao Yingxia lifted her spirits: "I hope everything goes well." β
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