In the Taihe Palace, there are 300 tribute students.

They either close their eyes and meditate, or they stop writing and write, and before putting pen to paper, they weigh every word. This is a prudent person.

Or the heart is agitated, waving pen and ink.

There are also a few sporadic people who are deserting at this critical moment, peeking at the golden hall.

I thought in my heart: I don't know if there will be a chance to walk here again in this life.

And Yang Mingyuan is the kind of person who has no distractions, and he is the first person to start writing.

He kept adding what Song Fusheng had not finished in the article.

There are some points that he feels must be written more thoroughly and clearly.

And along the way, through the inspiration of Song Fusheng, he consulted history books every night to think about some of the points he had written.

If he goes out at this time, if someone asks him curiously, what does the Taihe Hall look like?

He couldn't answer, he didn't even look at it.

When he finished writing these things that he thought he should write, Yang Mingyuan did not stop writing.

His mind was full of scenes about Song Fusheng's words and smiles.

Passing through the county seats:

"Fellow, what is the situation in your village when there is a flood this year?"

"Shopkeeper, why is your rice so expensive, isn't there rice produced here?"

"Uncle, what do you have all the souvenirs here?"

At that time, he wondered how Uncle Song could talk to those people so much.

No matter which county seat you go to, as long as your uncle goes out to buy in person, he will always talk to those people, obviously he is very tired from traveling.

Then the teacher said,

Mingyuan, you have to remember that if you become an official one day, you have to go to the countryside to have a look.

Don't let others report anything, just listen to it.

See for yourself what kind of life your people are living, lest we become blind and deaf.

At that time, Song Fusheng inadvertently said this to Yang Mingyuan, but he felt that this so-called parent official in ancient times could really be called the food and clothing parents of the common people.

Because here and in modern times, it is different.

Here, as big as breaking the law and committing crimes, it is necessary to determine the life and death of officials, and as small as bullying men and women, they must be tried in court and the people will be fair.

The most important thing is that the parent official should not only be a judge or prosecutor and wear many hats, but also focus on GDP, find ways to revitalize the local economy, and let the people in the area under his jurisdiction live a well-fed life.

Yang Mingyuan wrote down his thoughts after listening to these words on the answer sheet.

Then he recalled the bits and pieces of Song Fusheng's narration in his mind, and wrote down Song Fusheng's two views as his summary statement in the last paragraph of the answer sheet.

First, what is a parent official?

When any dilemma arises, don't think you have a way out.

The people have a way out, and only those who are officials have them.

We must advance and retreat with the people, and we must support the people's heaven.

After all, compared to ordinary people, you have power in your hands.

Second, when there is no danger in the local area, and you hear that there is a disaster in the field, as a parent official, please don't think that the peace of the place you govern is safe and sound.

Only when there is a country can there be a home.

Only when the court is strong, can your small family be well fed and rich.

Every snowflake is reluctant to admit that they are the culprit of the avalanche, but in fact, every snowflake is responsible for the avalanche. In an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent.

Therefore, when officials everywhere hear that there is a problem, please empathize with it and lend a helping hand.

Because this is not only a matter for the emperor and the imperial court and local officials affected by the disaster, but also for everyone.

……

Yang Mingyuan was the first to write, and when everyone else finished answering, he was the last to put down the pen.

He knew he was off-topic.

He didn't say that the test paper was written by his teacher, but he just wrote another teacher in his essay, describing another side of Song Fusheng and telling about the inspiration he received through a few sentences.

But I have to say that the image of the "teacher" described by Yang Mingyuan is extremely three-dimensional, so that the readers seem to see the living person, and they are very curious about who the teacher of this tribute is.

The test papers were collected.

Yang Mingyuan, who looked polite and polite, pursed his lips and put away the pencil case unhurriedly.

Wait for the emperor and the judge to decide his fate.

There was no panic in his heart.

In the last game, he didn't dare to write.

In this one, it is said that the palace test will not eliminate people, and at worst, there will be a top three with a jinshi background, so what is he afraid of.

Look at him, you have to consider the timing even to express your chest, and he has this bit of courage.

Therefore, he thinks that he will never be able to defeat his mentor in his heart, Song Fusheng, who he thinks is the most worthy of the name.

Yang Mingyuan lingered in his mind, and the scene of Song Fusheng standing alone at the door.

The fifty-six people who came together, the people who should have entered this hall the most, the people who could be good officials the most, but they saw them off at the door, how ironic.

Let's be born with a jinshi.

Yang Mingyuan even thought angrily, he couldn't wait to go back to be a showman, because Uncle Song was the one who lifted people. Does this mean that some of the people who were defeated were the real people of the dynasty?

……

In the main hall, the tributes were waiting silently.

This year's imperial examination is different from the imperial examination process more than ten years ago.

Ten years ago, I took the imperial examination, and I had to go home and wait after the palace examination.

It takes one day to mark the papers, and it takes one day for the emperor to hand-pick and read the papers, that is, you have to go home first, and then come to the main hall to listen to the decree after two days.

But this year, the front line is being campaigned, how can the emperor have that free time, and it will be two days later? Can it improve efficiency?

Therefore, this year, it was done, and after the tribute students finished answering, they were taken away and sent to the upper study.

In the upper study, there was an examiner waiting with twelve officials from various ministries, and when they received the papers, they began to review them.

The examination papers of those they consider to be the superior were selected and finally presented to the emperor in a centralized manner.

At that time, the emperor will rush over from the Xuanzheng Hall to personally decide which articles are truly selected.

"Lord Meng, do you look at the test paper of this Gongsheng?"

Yang Mingyuan's luck was extremely good, and his scroll was distributed into the hands of Lord An.

Lord An didn't know if it was intentional, so he threw this hot potato that felt like it would be very controversial to the examiner Meng Jingyu.

It seems to want to see what Master Meng will do.

This person really talks about the right time and place, and pays attention to luck.

If Lord Meng hadn't been trained by the emperor, he might have been pedantic to the end.

However, as soon as he was trained, he felt that he could not directly rank this controversial volume. To sum up the lessons of the last time, the most controversial thing is still up to the emperor.

It's not that the emperor didn't come, he came in a while.

The most important thing is that the "teacher" in Yang Mingyuan's test paper, as well as the thoughts and thoughts expressed, are summed up in one point of view, for the sake of the emperor, for the court, and for the people.

Lao Meng felt that this article was different.

Don't look at this controversial article, but the nature is completely different.

"The emperor has arrived."

All the officials hurriedly arranged their official robes and knelt down to greet them.

"How's the batch?"

Lord Meng took the articles selected by the officials of each batch of papers, bent down and presented them with both hands, "Back to the emperor, there are a few controversial articles here that need you to decide." ”

The emperor glanced at Lord Meng.

It can be seen that in the past few days, Mr. Meng has shriveled up and lost a lot of weight.

I thought: It's a big controversy, you don't have to help me?

The emperor sat at the front of the upper study.

This reading, not to mention, there are really a few copies that made the emperor very unexpected.

One of them is Ding Jian's article.

When Ding Jian answered the paper, he thought, since the author of this test paper can write to this extent, then what else can he not answer?

If the emperor wants them to criticize and disagree with these views, there is no need to go to such great lengths.

Obviously, the emperor wants to listen to what is more important and practical.

Because of his high background and seeing a lot, Ding Jian wrote more comprehensively on the basis of Song Fusheng's original articles.

There is also a tribute student from Wutai Mountain.

This tribute student is older, in his fifties, and the article he wrote made the emperor raise his eyebrows.

It's just that when I hear it, it's not good, and it's old, mainly because it's old, and I regret it a little in my heart.

The last one is Yang Mingyuan's test paper.

The emperor read it all.

After reading it, he picked up the teacup, silently lowered his head and took a few sips of tea, and ate two pieces of refreshment.

It seems that I almost left a good official behind, who is this Kaozi's mentor?

The emperor took the handkerchief handed by Li Dequan, wiped his hands, picked up the imperial pen, and solemnly just put down the pen.

Master Meng endured it, but he couldn't bear it.

He was too nervous, this is the top three, and the pen will be decided, not at will, the emperor.

Meng Jingyu stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, the minister thinks that the tribute students of this test paper have finally written off topic, and they need to be taken into account when deciding." ”

Shut up.

Originally, I was thinking just now that after the main exam, I would let you go home to recuperate for two days, and look at your skinny and hemp stick.

Right now, hmph, it looks like you're still the same you.

The emperor stared at Lord Meng, and stared at Lord Meng nervously wiping his sweat with his official sleeves, while the imperial pen fell.

——

Taihe Palace, in front of Danqi.

Yang Mingyuan was wearing a golden flower black gauze hat, wearing a big red robe, holding a hand-picked holy summons, and standing on top of the head with a look of relief.

What happened.

Your Majesty, since you appreciate such articles and the teacher, why did you let him be left alone, while those of us who are not as good as him have come here.

Teacher, Mingyuan turned out to be the champion.

Behind Yang Mingyuan were hundreds of newly promoted scholars.

The hundreds of people who started were Bangyan, a very old man from Wutai Mountain, Tanhua, Ding Jian.

Li Dequan's message:

This year, Yang Zhe, the champion of the new department, is a native of Fengtian, and was awarded the Hanlin Academy for revision, and the grade is from the sixth grade.

The new branch list eye and Tanhua were awarded the Hanlin Academy for editing, and the grade is seven grades.

Yang Mingyuan, who was dressed in a big red champion uniform, led the many scholars to kneel, "Long live my emperor, long live." ”

Li Dequan found an opportunity and whispered to the new champion, "Dare to ask the champion, who is the teacher?" ”

"Song Fusheng, the character frame, a person from Fengtian." Yang Mingyuan is not stupid, the introduction is called a detail, he is afraid that the emperor will find the wrong person.

The emperor turned his head and knew.

When the champion of the new section was led by the officials of the Ministry of Rites, he was about to ride a horse and parade through the streets.

The emperor smiled and looked at Yang Mingyuan's article again: "Okay, what a Song frame." ”

Prime Minister Lu lowered his head and smiled slightly.

There are many ways to be fair, and you don't have to repost the list.

——

"Dad, look, the champion is here," the little girl with two pigtails shouted excitedly while holding the candy man in her father's arms.

The people cheered: "Come on, come on, new champion." ”

Just look at the front of the distant team, there are two cards to open the way, and the cards are written with four words: quiet, avoid.

On the three horses, there were the champions, the top eyes, and the probes, followed by hundreds of new science and technology scholars on foot.

This special team first passed through the Taihe Gate, the Wumen, the Duanmen, and the Chengtian Gate, until this moment, and finally drove towards the people and the direction of posting the title of the gold list.

"Who is the new champion?" Song Fuling asked.

Song Fusheng looked at Yang Mingyuan, who was sitting on a horse at the front, and his eyes widened in surprise and surprise: "Mingyuan? It's Mingyuan! ”

Song Lingling was almost stuck in her throat by sour plum: "Huh? ”

Qian Peiying was also surprised: "What? Who do you say. ”

They squeezed through the crowd and squeezed through the crowd, and finally squeezed to the front row to see clearly.

Gao Tietou turned around and beckoned, "Third uncle, it's really him." ”

Yang Mingyuan's little servant immediately cried and knelt on the ground happily, "Master, my master is the champion, old lady, how happy will you be when you receive the letter." Do you know that the master has become the champion! ”

At this time, Yang Mingyuan, who was riding on a horse, was still in a state of not being very clear.

He turned his head to look at the cheering people on both sides, and there was no excitement on his face.

and Bangyan and Tanhua Ding Jian, who were riding on horses behind, behaved incompatibly.

Yang Mingyuan only felt that he was not worthy of his name.

It should not be himself who sits on this horse.

Those who really have the ability, including General Lu, they just didn't come. As the saying goes: there are no heroes, and the vertical son becomes famous.

It wasn't until he saw Qian Mishou in the crowd who was held up and wearing a small hat that Yang Mingyuan seemed to be in his body and no longer laughed at himself.

He hurried to find the figure he wanted to see the most.

At this time, he didn't even look for his favorite girl, he just wanted to find Song Fusheng.

"Mingyuan? Mingyuan, awesome, oops, that's Ding Jian! Song Fusheng smiled and waved, Xiao Ding is also very powerful.

Lao Song is still proud of this, but he didn't expect that he was about to become the protagonist.

The champion team suddenly stirred.

The people looked at Song Fusheng and his group with their mouths open.

Just look, our champion Lang suddenly dismounted, causing the team to stop.

Yang Mingyuan jumped to the ground in front of Song Fusheng in a few steps and knelt on the ground, kowtowing his head:

"Teacher."

Song Fusheng dodged backwards, what is this for, what's wrong.

When Yang Mingyuan raised his head again, there were tears in his eyes, and he choked up:

"The sheep has the grace of kneeling and the crow has the righteousness of feeding. The gentleman gives people words, and the common people give people money. The teacher not only gave Ming Yuan wealth, but also often gave wise words. Mingyuan is so ordinary but so lucky, please accept the students' worship. ”

After speaking, Yang Mingyuan wore a champion robe and once again knocked his head to the ground in public.

He didn't know what to give back to his teacher, what he could do was to share it with his teacher at the moment when he was at his best.

In the Jinshi team behind the top three, there are many of us fifty-five lifters.

Wang Juren wept in the ranks of Jinshi, and he was moved.

Because along the way, he and Yang Mingyuan were in the same room, and that kid stayed up all night and night to study hard, and kept boarding Song Xiaolian's car with a simple face, he knew better than anyone else.

yes, thanks.

Along with these people, they all have to thank Song Xiaolian.

Song Fusheng no longer hid backwards.

was watched by so many people, and was talked about a lot, the most powerful one turned out to be here, this one was the one who taught the champion, but he was ashamed.

To be honest, I haven't taught Mingyuan to read, what are you teaching?

Song Fusheng took a step forward, "Okay, don't talk about useless things first, don't delay here, let the rear team be organized." What is that, students, please get up. ”

Song Fusheng's words fell, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites really came over to find Yang Mingyuan.

What are you doing, Zhuangyuanlang, hurry up.

It is necessary to lead all the people on the list as soon as possible to the position of the title of the gold list, so that this step can be completed, and the next step is waiting.

And Song Fusheng was also caught at this time.

Xiao Quanzi was sweating profusely, followed by several officials who Song Fusheng didn't know.

If it weren't for the riot caused by Zhuang Yuanlang, it would be too eye-catching here, and Xiao Quanzi would not be able to find Song Fusheng for a while.

"I said, sir, why did you come here, let the little good find it. Go, go. ”

Where to go?

Qian Peiying: Hi-ho? What are you doing, where are you going to bring Lao Song?

Qian Mishou was in Song Fugui's arms, his little hat was squeezed crookedly, and he was so anxious that he couldn't do it, how did you arrest my uncle.

It was Song Fuling, looking at the official uniform that took away her father, suddenly clenched her palm, thought of a possibility, and used her arm to stop Sizhuang who was about to step forward.

Her father must have been taken away and conferred.

Officials.

Song Fusheng arrived before those new scholars.

Those people weren't walking through the streets.

He looked at the official uniform in front of him, and asked him to change his clothes when he came in.

Ask people: "Is it wrong?" ”

Six-grade official uniforms.

The champion of the new department is from the sixth grade, he is a loser, why is it the official uniform of the sixth grade.

The head of the ministry said, Lord Song, that's right, go and change it quickly, and in a while, you will lead all the new science and technology scholars who have been awarded official status to Cheng'an Square to listen to the order.

It is said that after listening to the order, you will also take them through the streets in a procession.

Well, this year's champion is different from the past.

The champion only traveled half of the way and returned after seeing the gold list, and the remaining half was brought by the new officials.

So, it's best to be courteous before you change your clothes and clean up quickly.

Song Fusheng choked without drinking water, "Cough, cough, cough." ”