This is not the first time that Zhao Rui has been on the palace to inspect the palace.

The talent selection ceremony, which only comes once in three years, has always been a major event that he is extremely concerned about.

Compared with those old ministers who are self-assured of their high merits, self-respecting power, forming factions, and trying every means to escalate themselves, these new scholars look too much more pleasing to the eye.

They still have the heart of loyalty to the king, and they also regard their own son of heaven as a real dragon, and respect and kneel in their hearts. Although new politicians are often young and unfamiliar, they occasionally make mistakes.

- But what does that matter?

Ability is important, but the position of the head under the butt is even more important.

Yang Kui is a general, Fan Yaochen is capable, but neither of them takes their own son of heaven seriously, the more powerful they are, the more headaches they give him.

However, those newcomers, who first entered the court, once they got their own grace, would only be grateful, and bowed their heads, calling to the east, they would not go west, and once they returned to the south, they would not hit the north, which was very useful.

What did the Son of Heaven of the Great Jin Dynasty use to weigh the court?

In addition to dissenting opinions, the most useful is the Imperial Historical Observatory.

Only those young imperial historians will chase after the powerful ministers and high-ranking officials, and the nobles of the clan will bite in order to win a reputation of "not afraid of the powerful" and "dare to speak out", for the sake of fame in the Shilin, and for a hint of their own.

With their existence, even if they have been sitting in the phase for more than ten or twenty years, they have to weigh their actions.

Of course, when this group of newcomers becomes old men and has a high position, they will not be as obedient as before, but will follow the old path of Yang Kui, Fan Yaochen and others to fight against the Son of Heaven.

However, that will be for later. At that time, there will be new people to fill in, and the cycle will start again.

At this moment, the scholars in the Jiying Hall are still excited, full of desire to serve the Son of Heaven, and in the eyes of Zhao Rui, the Son of Heaven, he is still in the most pleasing stage.

He quietly walked down the steps, and the yellow door, which had already followed behind, hurriedly stepped forward and gently brushed open the curtain hanging in the middle of the temple.

More than 400 scholars, each with their heads bowed to write, or worked hard to write, or frowned and groaned.

Zhao Rui started from the west, walking through the gaps in one column after another, sweeping through one answer sheet after another.

The exam has been open for more than an hour, and most of the scholars have finished drafting and are solving the problem.

A solution to a problem, coupled with a framework, can more or less estimate the talent of this person.

Observe the people before the text, and look at the text before the words.

If you can go to the palace to test, the handwriting of the scholars is naturally very neat, but it is not written, just a draft, but it will not be so cautious.

Some people's sketches are neat and clear, combing the structure of an article in an orderly manner, and some people are bent on speed, only writing a few sentences in a hurry and breaking the topic, only waiting for the text to come slowly, and some people's white paper is messy, only scattered and scattered words.

Zhao Rui has limited time, so naturally it is impossible to wait for those who have written hastily to write the article.

And once he passes by such scholars who are beautiful and have done a wonderful job in the grass, Zhao Rui will stop for it.

Huang Men, who followed behind, held a charcoal bar and a piece of paper in his hand, and as long as he saw the Son of Heaven nodding, he wrote down the name and place of origin on the wooden plaque in the upper left corner of the table.

After walking through several columns and looking at more than 300 students, there were only two lines of words on that piece of paper.

Zhao Rui walked fast at the beginning, but the closer he got to the east, the slower he walked.

He stood behind a tribute for a long time.

It has only been an hour since the examination began, and this tribute student's article is already halfway through writing, and the part of the written article also makes him very satisfied.

Zhao Rui stretched out his hand and nodded a little.

Huang Men hurriedly wrote down the name of that person's place of origin.

——Yanzhou Zhang Ting.

A few steps further, Zhao Ruifu stopped again.

The student, who was sitting in the third place in the first row on the east side, had a very clear draft, and half of an article was written.

There is something in the words, and the knowledge is excellent, although the words are a little too sharp, but Zhao Rui likes it very much.

He stepped forward and took a closer look at Nagongsheng's article.

That's good.

is so sharp, dare to be the first in the world, in order to charge for him!

Zhao Rui nodded.

Xiao Huangmen made a note of this person again.

Jizhou Zheng Shixiu.

At this time, he had already walked to the last two tables, walked for so long, and read several good articles in a row, Zhao Rui was also a little tired, he hurriedly glanced at the desktop in second place, and on the case was a half-beaten sketch.

Although it is well written, compared with the one Zheng Shixiu just now, it is inevitably a little perfunctory in terms of content, the east side should also be taken care of, and the west side should also be taken care of.

Before he became an official, he would write an official article.

Although the writing is not bad, and he has some insight, but after reading Zheng Shixiu's blunt words, looking at this person again, Zhao Rui is inevitably a little disappointed.

He looked at the man's name.

Fang Jiucheng.

This is a talented man in the Guozi Prison, and he is very famous, although Zhao Rui is in the deep palace, he is not closed to the outside world, and he naturally has heard of several scholars in the Guozi Prison who have a very high voice for winning the championship.

But Erl.

He shook his head in disappointment.

The Son of Heaven has likes and dislikes.

Zhao Rui doesn't like several talents in Guozijian very much. Before taking the exam, I went in and out of the door with Zai Fu a year or two in advance, and when I got the official, I didn't know whether I recognized the surname Zhao or the prime minister.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rui inevitably felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and he didn't have the heart to look at it anymore.

He casually glanced at the first soldier in front of him.

That was the yuan of this provincial examination.

Before reading the article, Zhao Rui first paid attention to the number plate in the upper left corner of the table.

Yanzhou Gu Yanzhang.

Zhao Rui frowned.

This name was a little familiar to him when the provincial examination admission list came out a while ago.

He has a lot of opportunities every day, he doesn't know how many government affairs he handles every day, and there are hundreds of names he has seen, so naturally it is impossible to remember every single one.

He thought about it, but he still couldn't remember which book he had seen it on.

Could it be that the official who had met His Majesty at some time came up with the lock hall test, and it was because he felt familiar?

Zhao Rui took a few steps to the side and glanced at the appearance of this scholar.

His eyebrows were straight, his nose was straight, his shoulders were straight, and he glanced at it, and he was half a head taller than the large group of scholars who were kneeling and sitting around him. And the bearing around him is not like an ordinary student at all.

Outstanding.

Zhao Rui couldn't help but think of this word in his heart.

This must not be a scholar who just sits at his desk and reads.

Experienced and unexperienced, not to mention the side, the temperament is completely different.

This must be a courtier, maybe a courtier.

(Tianjin)