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Xuanji grabbed the flask with his little hand and poured a big sip into it himself. The jug was pure liquor, and a child, who had never drunk alcohol, choked on a big sip.

Xuanji choked and coughed, and Wen Tingyun helped her beat her back while counting her down distressedly. "Master is too indulgent to you on weekdays, are you drinking the wine?"

Xuanji coughed so much that his hair was loose, and tears flashed in his eyes. "Master, if you want to be a fairy in wine, disciple, you will be a fairy in wine."

Xuanji naturally knew that the master was drunk and relieved of his sorrows. Master doesn't seem to care about anything, but that's all appearances.

The master is only eight buckets tall and full of economy, but he can only succumb to the place of the hook fence and chant the wind and the moon.

Xuanji stopped coughing, buried his head in Wen Tingyun's arms, and said with a crying voice: "Master, Xuanji is so sad. ”

Wen Tingyun put the wine gourd in her arms, in the end, she was a child, she had never scolded her, and she felt sad when she said a word.

couldn't help laughing: "Xuanji, Master is wrong, I shouldn't have said you." ”

"Xuanji is sorry for Master." Xuanji said in a small voice.

He is so miserable that even the children can't look past him and sympathize with him. Wen Tingyun smiled bitterly.

"Because the world doesn't understand Master, because the world can't see Master's goodness. Beneath Master's uninhibited exterior is a true and benevolent heart. But the world can't see Master's goodness. Xuanji whimpered and cried.

Wen Tingyun was dumbfounded. The person who gave him such an evaluation and fought for him was a child under the age of ten.

"Therefore, Xuanji has to work hard to learn from the master, and when he grows up, Xuanji will protect the master." Xuanji wrapped his little hand in the palm of his master's palm.

Xuanji's words, Wen Tingyun is mixed tastes, and Tong Yan Wuji touched him even more because it came from the mouth of a child and was not pretentious.

Here Tong Yan Wuji soothed his heart. The red sleeves over there are the icing on the cake.

The champion and the first person went to the place where the red sleeves beckoned to ask for a lottery, and this time is different from the past. They bowed thirty-six times, but they were still a little trembling.

Until the dust settles, I don't know who will have the last laugh. The group sat down in the Bamboo Forest Pavilion for a while, and it was a pity that Zhang Luo set up a banquet to entertain the proud sons of heaven, but Wang Wenxing and others politely declined.

After re-trying the Son of Heaven to do the church, he couldn't pass this hurdle, and other early efforts came to naught. The crowd left a few ink treasures. Beat gongs and drums all the way to the Danfeng Gate.

The imperial city is majestic, looking up at the city gate a few feet high, imagining that you have stepped through the city gate, there is a chance to show your life's ambitions, and the proud sons of the sky cry with joy.

When the group arrived outside the Zichen Palace, Zhigong raised the king and entered the palace. Wu Zong sat solemnly on the top of the main hall, and the majesty of the Son of Heaven was so overwhelming that Wang Qi couldn't raise his head, feeling the weight of his neck.

"Your Majesty, the candidates are already waiting outside the hall. Your Majesty is please. ”

"Xuanxue students enter the temple." Wu Zong nodded, and the inner attendant said his will loudly.

The people waited outside the temple, excited and apprehensive. The palace is majestic and magnificent.

When I thought that it would be possible to put on court clothes in the future, show what I had learned in my life, and my life would be open from now on, I couldn't hold back my excitement.

The first time he faced the saint, the emperor said that he didn't know if his performance could make the emperor happy, and he was really nervous.

In the hearts of everyone, it was like hanging a bucket seven up and eight times, Zhigong raised the king and came out in person, and personally brought the champion into the Zichen Palace.

The students rushed in, and the ground under their feet was full of solemnity. This is the power center of the Tang Dynasty, where the decrees that govern the country, pacify the world, and benefit the common people are all issued from here.

There was a lot of pressure on Zhigong to raise the king, and Wuzong often mentioned the rectification of the officials at the court meeting. Rectify the rule of officials and trace back to the source, and the way to enter the government is too bad.

Wu Zong stressed the need to strictly control the selection and promotion of officials, starting with the source of officials and strengthening the building of the bureaucratic ranks.

Jinshike is an important way for the imperial court to select officials. From this year onwards, we will strictly re-examine the system, improve the selection system, and select real talents.

Wang Qi didn't know how many of them could be retained after the re-examination when he selected this group of people? If the whole army is annihilated, how can he be embarrassed!

He hopes that among the twenty-five people, there will be one who can give him a long face, and he can use his real talent to learn and make a wonderful defense, proving that he has a pair of discerning eyes.

Champion Wang Wenxing lived in Pizhou, was born in a family of eunuchs, and until the decline of his generation of family, he was half-ploughing and half-reading to this day.

He is a typical white-headed person who can't remember how many times he has taken the test. The neighbors gave him the nickname "Test Idiot". What's more, he is said to be 'crazy'.

Wang Wenxing was admitted from a merry boy to a middle-aged uncle with white temples.

He and his wife have also staged a talented and beautiful drama. Regardless of the opposition of her parents and relatives, his wife insisted on marrying a poor scholar with half a house and two acres of thin land.

My wife also had no regrets, you study, I ploughed the fields. You read, I weave.

Wang Wenxing does not do anything about crops and business. His ears do not listen to what is going on outside the window, and he only reads the books of the sages.

Three children were born one after another, and the burden of the family of five weighed on the wife. The once gentle and virtuous wife slowly transformed into a lion roar in Hedong.

Wang Wenxing felt that he owed too much to his wife, so he silently carried the firewood basket into the mountain to chop firewood. Others go back and forth for two hours, and he sometimes goes back and forth for three or four hours.

The sky is beautiful, the mountains and forests are quiet, and the air is fresh. He took the book out of his arms, sat down to look through it, and couldn't put it down when he picked it up.

Here he forgets himself. At home, people are turning on their backs, adults are screaming, and children are making trouble. When he comes back from selling firewood, he buys rice for the pot. From sunrise to the red sun.

In the face of embarrassing reality, dreams are vulnerable. Everything that is out of reach must give way to three meals a day. It's all about being alive.

The wife became more and more silent. She lost even the patience to argue and scold. She despaired of the man in front of her who was not a crop, who didn't do anything, who could only read, and who was sour and rotten.

That period of relying on the expectation of the future, the dream of filling the hunger with the painting cake, and the years under the moon before the strong love is a dream. A dream that is detached from reality and unrealistic.

Wake up from the dream and return to reality.

One day he went to chop wood and came back quite late. Nervously pushing open the courtyard door, the eldest daughter was doing laundry. The second daughter coaxed her younger brother to play.

When the wife came out of the house, it was rare that her face was not as black as the bottom of a pot. "I'm back." Wang Wenxing felt flattered.

"Daddy, hug." My two-year-old son staggered over. "At the beginning of man, nature is good. Sex is similar, Xi is far away. The son said in a milky voice.

He put down the firewood, washed up, and picked up his son into the house. There are a bunch of dishes on the table, the meat star that I only see during the New Year's holidays, and there are several plates on the table today.

Mutton, pork, beef, braised in oil, roasted, fragrant. "Daddy. The child will eat meat. ”

"Lady, what day is it? Where do these dishes come from? "Their family has been without three meals a day recently. The cost of this table of meals, can you pick up ingots? Or is it the art of turning stones into gold?

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