The September of the 32nd year of the Great Zhou Dynasty was only the late autumn season, but this year the weather was exceptionally cold. Just after the Double Ninth Festival, there was a light snow in the sky, with scattered raindrops, under the north wind, wisps. Thousands of scholars braved the wind and snow to enter the Tribute Academy one after another.

This year's township test was a whole month later than in previous years, and fewer people participated in the township test than in previous years, the reason is naturally that the northern Xinjiang has used troops frequently recently, and the conquest with Beidi has been more than a year, and the imperial court has temporarily adjusted the arrangements. Fortunately, there are capable generals in the north to guard it, and there is no chaos.

However, the entrance inspection of the township examination was not affected in any way, so there was a hint of relaxation. Under the supervision of an official in a red court uniform, several officials in green shirts arranged for the candidates to take off their hats, boots, body searches, and bags, and every step was extremely strict.

Some candidates whispered: "If these sub-sect gods are put on the battlefield and meet those uncivilized Beidi Maozi, I don't know if they can be so majestic." ”

"The group of people who drank blood and ate raw meat carried big knives everywhere, and they were defeated repeatedly, and they were quite persistent. If you want me to see it, it's better to let these illiterate and unarmed people go to the battlefield, maybe they can really get them back a game, so as not to panic in Beidi Maozi's heart. ”

Hearing such a hurtful sentence, there was a burst of laughter around.

There was a thin little scholar in the team, carrying an old rucksack that was very incongruous with him, walking forward with his head bowed and swaying, and he rarely responded to someone who accosted him. The people around him either thought he was young and cowardly, or thought that he was self-assured, and they ignored him.

It's time for him to get checked.

The "door god" dressed in a cyan official uniform asked with a dull head: "Name?" ”

The man's voice replied weakly, "Ji Ying." ”

"Age?"

"Eighteen."

The "door god" looked up and took a closer look, as if he was a little curious because he had never seen such a young candidate, he smiled and said, "Young and promising." ”

"Don't dare." The candidate named Ji Ying didn't seem to be able to hear the other party's kindness, and he cherished words like gold.

The "door god" felt bored, and thought to himself that he was just a poor talent who didn't pull a few wilts, he looked black, even his eyebrows and eyes looked weird, and his attitude was cold. He asked Ji Ying to take off his boots, hat, and open his backpack. Ji Ying obediently did so.

After checking the baggage, it is a body search. But as soon as the "door god" raised his arm and took a step closer, Ji Ying's expression showed a trace of nervousness, and even took a step back. The "door god" narrowed his eyes and raised his vigilance.

"What are you hiding?" "The door god" said sternly.

The surrounding candidates all brushed their inquiring eyes.

"I'm not hiding." Ji Ying blushed and said, "I'm just...... It's cold. ”

In this way, the "door god" would not believe it, and he asked Ji Ying to take off the shabby and wide cotton clothes outside. Ji Ying timidly glanced around, then slowly untied the belt around her waist, and slowly handed over the cotton clothes to the "door god".

The "door god" first shook the cotton clothes vigorously, except for the broken cotton wool, there was nothing. He was not reconciled, and continued to search inside and out, but still found nothing.

Ji Ying was dried in the wind and snow, shivering from the cold, and the mist that erupted between her teeth was mixed with an uncontrollable muffled cry. He clasped his arms tightly, his upper body as much as he could, and coughed twice from time to time.

In the end, the "door god" didn't find anything famous, and reluctantly threw the tattered cotton coat to Ji Ying.

As if she had picked up a life, Ji Ying hurriedly put on her cotton clothes. There was no temperature on the cotton clothes that he had at the beginning, so Ji Ying didn't slow down for a long time.

"Let's go inside." The attitude of the "door god" softened slightly, and pointed to the Gongyuan.

Ji Ying picked up her book bag, nodded in thanks, and walked in quickly.

The test papers are down. Ji Ying sighed hot on her fingers for a while, took out the inkstone covered with heat in her arms, and grinded the pen unhurriedly. He solemnly and stroke by stroke filled in the word "Ji Ying" in the name column.

Time flies, the three exams lasted three days, and it seemed that it passed in a blink of an eye, and the north wind, which had been crying miserably for many days, actually stopped, and the sky was clear.

Ji Ying coughed all the way out of the tribute courtyard, wrapped himself tightly in cotton clothes, looked around the door, and he saw a tall, quiet girl.

The girl was also twenty-nine years old, her hair was simply tied up, and a monotonous old silver hairpin was an embellishment. She wore a long jacket and seemed to be holding something in her arms.

Ji Ying's frowning brows suddenly relaxed, and she walked towards the girl with her bookbag and shouted "Miaomiao".

Fang Miaoci took two steps and freed up one hand to pick up Ji Ying's wide bookbag, but Ji Ying dodged it first, Miao Ying did not give up, and continued to grab, Ji Ying continued to dodge.

"I can take it myself." Ji Ying said.

The broken hair on Miao Tailor's face made her blink: "I see that you can't stop coughing, don't be reckless!" ”

"All of a sudden, it was cold. Didn't I tell you, don't pick me up, you can take care of Master with peace of mind. Ji Ying said while combing the messy shredded hair that Miao Tailor Run.

Miao Tailor handed over the things in his hand, and when Ji Ying went to pick it up, he snatched the bookbag on Ji Ying's shoulder. She said: "Grandpa is worried about you, afraid that you are hungry and cold, let me pick you up." ”

Ji Ying no longer competed with Miao Jie, opened the paper bag she took from her, and saw that it was a hot meatloaf inside, and she was immediately happy. He took a bite of Miao Tailor first, and the fragrant smell of meat suddenly wafted out, causing Ji Ying to salivate.

Ji Ying was hungry, and quickly took a big bite, the hot air slid down her mouth to every part of her body, and her stomach quieted down after protesting for a long time.

Ji Ying sent the meatloaf to Miao Cut's mouth again, Miao Cut smiled and pushed it, Ji Ying sent it again, and Miao Ying couldn't help but take another bite. After a while, the corners of the two young men's mouths were covered with smooth oil stains.

The "door god" who had searched Ji Ying's cotton clothes passed by Ji Ying, looked at the intimate behavior of the two people, and noticed that although the wonderful cut was not carefully crafted, it was outstanding in appearance, and he had the intention to ridicule, and asked loudly: "Ji Ying, is this your wife?" What a blessing! ”

Ji Ying didn't have time to swallow a mouthful of bread, and stood there stunned, not knowing how to take this sentence. On the contrary, the wonderful judge reacted quickly and said, "My lord, we are not married yet, so it doesn't count." ”

The "door god" who shouted "adult" was comfortable, he laughed twice, and said: "Sooner or later, what does it count?" With a girl like you, who else can this kid fancy? ”

The "door god" muttered a few words and left. Ji Ying lowered her head, and her voice was indistinct: "Miaomiao, I have wronged you again." ”

Miao Zhi looked calm: "What grievances? Isn't there a lot of such things? I won't care. ”

"But I'll delay you."

"I'm not afraid."

Ji Ying sighed. Hey, how can he be married to Miaomiao?

He's a girl, too.