Dongfang gradually dawned, Fang Yingwu, who had not slept all night, did not feel sleepy, he still felt that his body was full of energy, and his face was also radiant.

But not to mention, tonight everyone saw a legend in the imperial examination world with their own eyes. Everything is inferior, but the reading is high, so the world is very keen on various permutations and combinations of imperial examination results, such as father and son two jinshi and so on.

Of course, Fang Yingwu is also a small legend of the father and son Jinshi, and it is a double jinshi in the front and back departments. In addition, the bigger legend is that the father Fang Qingzhi is Xie Yuan, and the son Fang Yingwu is Hui Yuan, which is many times rarer than the father and son Jinshi.

However, no matter how unforgettable the feast is, there will eventually be a time when the song is over, and the guests say goodbye one by one and leave the Zuixiang Building, leaving only the remnants of the upstairs and downstairs and the mess.

But Fang Yingwu's excitement had not yet subsided, he looked at the gradually empty lobby, and suddenly felt a little unbearable to bear this coldness.

"Let's go! Go to the Ministry of Rites and look at the list! Fang Yingwu greeted Xiang Chengxian loudly. But Xiang Chengxian yawned and said inexplicably: "The results are already known, what else do you want to see?" ”

Fang Yingwu said very philosophically: "When our generation does things for others, we must not only pay attention to the result, but also not despise the process. In other words, don't be so utilitarian, learn to enjoy the process, you know? If you don't experience the feeling of crowds and crowding around to see the list, it's like not going to the temple fair in the New Year, how can you be considered to have participated in the imperial examination? ”

Xiang Chengxian's head hurt a little when he heard this, he frowned and rubbed his temples, "Brother Fang Xian, don't talk about it, just go with you." ”

Fang Yingwu and Xiang Chengxian were about to leave, when they suddenly saw the shopkeeper coming in a hurry, and the other party said, "Fang Gongzi, please go slowly." The small shop promised one hundred and six taels of silver, and Xiang Gongzi had already given a deposit of thirty taels before. Will the rest of the silver be settled in cash or will you go to the house to ask for it? ”

Fang Yingwu stared at the store for a long time, and said in great confusion: "I got the news that I won Huiyuan when I was eating wine at your place. ”

The shopkeeper nodded. "The little one already knows, congratulations to Fang Gongzi!"

Fang Yingwu asked even more suspiciously: "In the story in the book, every time like this, the store wields a big pen, waives all the money for wine and food from the nobles of Xinke, and asks for poems and words in order to be happy. How did you get here, not only did you inevitably lose it, but you still asked for a lot of money? ”

The shopkeeper's face darkened, "The books are all written by you readers." Of course, I like to make up this kind of story about readers eating and drinking for nothing, and beauties upside down. If the whole family depends on this to eat, who is willing to waive the money for drinks and food for people who have no relatives and no reason? Besides, Fang Gongzi is a large amount of more than 60 seats this time, where do you dare to lose it all for nothing? ”

After thinking about it again, the shopkeeper continued very painfully: "If it really doesn't work, how about giving away Fang Gongzi's five dollars and thinking about a congratulatory gift?" ”

There is no common language with the laity! Fang Yingwu waved and said, "For the rest of the silver, you will go to the Xicheng Fang Editing Mansion in three days to ask me for it!" ”

Then Fang Yingwu and Xiang Chengxian left the Zuixiang Building on Qipan Street with their entourage and went to the Ministry of Rites not far to the north. According to the rules, it will be tried after filling in the Gongyuan. It should be sent to the Ministry of Rites to be hung.

When Fang Yingwu and Xiang Chengxian arrived, they saw a crowd of people outside the Ministry of Rites, and it was very lively, and the flow of people was more crowded than the temple fair. Take a cursory look. At least tens of thousands of people gathered outside the walls of the Ministry of Rites.

Another hundred and ten sergeants fought their way out of the crowd and erected a fence under the wall, and then a dozen or so petty officials put up the long list with all their hands and feet.

Each word on the board has the size of a bowl. You can see it from a little distance, but the crowd still scrambles to rush forward.

Xiang Chengxian and Xiang Dagongzi walked a few steps with the crowd. Then there was no way to find the object, apparently it was scattered. He didn't care about it. Under the guard of the house slaves, he squeezed to the innermost, raised his head and looked at Bangwen.

Take a look at the end first, and sure enough, I saw my name in the penultimate row, which was the 290th; Then he turned around with all his might, looking at the top of the list on the other end, yes, the first one was Fang Yingwu's name.

There is a saying that seeing is believing, hearing is false, and what you see with your own eyes is of course completely different from what you hear.

While being squeezed around in the crowd, while looking at his name on the list, Xiang Dagongzi felt an indescribable sense of happiness filled his heart, this is true, this is not a dream!

In the dizzy pleasure, Xiang Dagongzi woke up to the fact that Fang Yingwu said that he wanted to enjoy the process, and pulled him over to watch the list, which really contained a profound philosophy of life, and he was worthy of being a person who could win the yuan.

Unconsciously washed out of the crowd, Xiang Dagongzi looked left and right, but found Fang Yingwu standing somewhere outside the crowd, standing with his head held high and his hands up, his eyes deep and ethereal.

He also noticed that Fang Yingwu's clothes were not messy at all, as if he didn't squeeze into the crowd, just waiting outside, could it be that Fang Yingwu's so-called watching the list was to run over and stand on the periphery to watch the crowd lively? It is worthy of being a Huiyuan, a master who acts, and it is unfathomable.

Xiang Chengxian walked over puzzled, but he kept walking to Fang Yingwu's side, and he was not noticed by Fang Yingwu, Fang Yingwu's eyes were still looking into the distance. Xiang Dagongzi was about to speak, when suddenly some discussion came from the right direction.

"This time Huiyuan is only nineteen years old, how strong, and the country has one more young talent, I don't know if it is the youngest Huiyuan in my dynasty?"

"It should be regarded as such, Li Dongyang and Yang Tinghe, who are younger than him, are not Huiyuan. I also heard that this Fang Yingwu is the son of a Fang editor in the Hanlin Academy, and he is really a tiger father without a dog! ”

"Look at what is written above, it turns out that we saved it! I remember that Fang Bianxiu was the last subject of the township trial solution yuan, the father solved the yuan, and the son will be yuan, which can be called a good story of father and son! ”

"Yes, yes, this subject is strange again, I shouldn't have never had such a thing before?"

When the discussion over there gradually became quieter, and the people who were talking about it also walked away, Xiang Chengxian was about to speak, but he saw Fang Yingwu's face full of intoxication, and he muttered to himself: "Which is better, father and son dual, or father and son?"

The sentence "Father and son" is like a pair of pairs, how should the next link be right? Look back and think about it. ”

Xiang Chengxian was speechless, the so-called enjoyment process, is its connotation originally this? I was just confused just now, so I thought of Fang Yingwu as a god, even if I put on the skin of Huiyuan, Fang Yingwu is still Fang Yingwu!

Seeing that Fang Yingwu automatically moved a few steps to the left, and approached a group of people, Xiang Chengxian couldn't help but cough heavily, waking Fang Yingwu up.

"Ah, when did you come out of the crowd?" Fang Yingwu said in surprise. (To be continued......)

PS: Father Xie Yuan, Son Hui Yuan, Father and Son Bielement. What's wrong with the downlink? Everyone can publish it in the book review area, choose the best to use, and hang it at the gate of the Fang family!