Suddenly there was a commotion downstairs, and then the crowd began to stir like a crooked pile of ants. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A group of soldiers with fine knives came from the end of the street, pushed through the crowd, ran to the gate of the courtyard, and then formed a group to separate the far gate by a kilometer, and there was a large open space outside the far gate.

The door of the courtyard finally opened, and Vice President Qin pushed the door out with a roll of red lists.

The street suddenly fell silent, only the sound of heavy and nervous breathing, and countless heads poked out of the windows above the restaurants on both sides of the street.

Hu Xiaoliu looked nervously at the old man in Tsing Yi in front of the courtyard gate, Jiang He stood aside and pinched his sweaty palm.

Vice Dean Qin smiled at everyone, and then said loudly: "After the unanimous selection of our examination and supervision office, coupled with the personal supervision and verification of the dean, the list is released here today and announced to the world. ”

He stroked his beard, then paused and continued: "A total of 1,267 people have been referred to in this small examination of the National Protectorate, and the actual papers have been collected 1,000 and 32 copies. ”

Speaking of this, he stopped again, lowered his head and looked at the exam paper in his hand, then raised his head and looked at the candidates on the street who were nervously about to shout out, smiled slightly, but did not continue to read.

Finally, a certain candidate standing in the back couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly: "Hurry up!"

Instantly, the whole street began to complacen, and countless people shouted along with the first person who shouted. "Read!

Like a firecracker about to explode, the flames danced violently. The whole street was shouting, and the soldiers standing in front were almost unable to withstand the crowd pressing forward.

The old man in Tsing Yi smiled happily, and his disrespectful appearance made people want to rush up and slap him.

He finally waved his hand, and the room was instantly quiet, and then he raised the file and read: "There are a total of thirty-five qualified candidates this time, twenty-nine copies of the first volume, five copies of the first middle paper, and one copy of the first volume!"

Rumble!

It was like a huge rolling stone falling into the crowd, and everyone let out a huge exclamation!

In previous years, the ratio of the number of admissions to the Protectorate was one out of ten, which means that 1,000 people applied for the exam, and at least 100 people passed, but this year there are only 35 people?!

In an instant, the street was boiling violently again, they could not believe such data, and some of the students who knew that they did not answer well had left in silence, knowing that there could be no name among the thirty-five.

The uneasy firecracker finally exploded, and the noise and discussion were unaware.

Among this group of noisy and puzzled people, only a small part listened carefully to the last words of the old man in Tsing Yi, a roll!

How many years have I not seen the roll on the armor?!

...

Jiang He and Hu Xiaoliu were standing by the window, and the candidates on the second floor were also discussing loudly, but it was much quieter than downstairs.

Hu Xiaoliu touched his chin with one hand, leaned against the window and said in surprise: "Who is so powerful?"

Jiang He turned his head to look at him and said, "What is a Jia Shangjuan?"

Hu Xiaoliu didn't look back at him, and said to himself: "I haven't seen the roll on the nail for eight years." ”

Jiang He looked at Hu Xiaoliu, who was a little distracted, raised his voice and asked, "Sixth Master, what is the first volume?"

Hu Xiaoliu still didn't seem to hear it, and looked at the courtyard gate in the distance and the old man in Tsing Yi in front of the courtyard gate. And the young man in Tsing Yi beside Li Qiushuang suddenly spoke: "Hmph, I don't even know if it's rolled up, it's really a dirt bun." ”

Jiang He turned his head and grinned at him, learning from Hu Xiaoliu to show his white fangs, and then said coldly: "Childe, maybe that armor is me." ”

The young man in Tsing Yi and several sons beside him laughed suddenly, laughing insolently and mockingly to Jiang He: "As long as you can get a roll of the nail with a dirt bun, Lao Tzu's name is written backwards." ”

Hu Xiaoliu finally recovered from his distraction, pulled Jiang He to the window and whispered to him: "The first volume, as the name suggests, is the top of the first-class volume, and it belongs to the best volume that basically has no wrong answers. ”

Hu Xiaoliu raised his hand, scratched his itchy cheeks, and continued: "And the examiner's assessment of the first roll is to be reviewed by the dean personally, if the dean feels that it can be rated as the first grade, it will be announced in the end." ”

Jiang He suddenly realized, no wonder those young people expressed strong contempt and disdain for Jiang He to say that he wanted to take the armor scroll.

Hu Xiaoliu looked at the courtyard gate with a wonderful expression, and continued: "You must know that the last time the first paper was the first exam eight years ago, and the more important thing about this first paper is the recognition of the dean!"

"Let me tell you this, every time the candidates who are rated as the first paper are finally in the inner courtyard. ”

Jiang He looked at Hu Xiaoliu with wide eyes, and then said in surprise: "Really?"

Hu Xiaoliu nodded firmly, then turned his head to look at the old but familiar old man in Tsing Yi, and said leisurely: "Back then... That neuropathy took a first-class paper. ”

Jiang He was stunned when he heard this, and he didn't know who Hu Xiaoliu's neuropathy was referring to.

He looked at Hu Xiaoliu's back, but inexplicably felt that the hip-hop and unruly old rascal in front of him was suddenly a little lost, so he had to put away his doubts, and it was difficult to continue to ask.

...

The old man in Tsing Yi seemed to be very satisfied with this noise, and he felt that questioning and puzzlement were the right attitude to seek the truth.

However, the results of the assessment of the National Protectorate cannot be questioned.

Because it's called the Protectorate.

The old man in Tsing Yi stroked the white beard on his chin again, and then slowly walked towards the courtyard wall.

He raised his hand and slowly unfolded the red roll in his hand, and the soldier next to him came over to help him apply water glue to the wall.

Vice President Qin slowly unfolded the red scroll, and then pasted the red scroll against the wall from bottom to top. On the red scroll is the sunspot written on the brush, and the names drawn one by one slowly emerge in front of everyone's eyes.

The street was quiet again, and everyone was waiting, trying to see the names that came out one by one.

Under A: Zhang Jiashui, Wang Pinqi...

The names were slowly read out by the people in the front row, and every time the complete name was pronounced, a scholar in the back row shouted excitedly.

"I'm in! I'm in!"

As the shouts appeared, the people around them cast amazing and envious glances at the man, and more and more names were gradually passed around, and more and more excited shouts followed.

Some young scholars danced happily and shouted loudly.

There are also older calligraphers who look up and sigh when they hear their names, and faint.

The crowd was noisy and talking. And the fainted old scholar has been pulled aside and rescued, and more and more people are squeezing forward, all wanting to see if there is their name on the red list.

At the stall of the private school at the end of the street, those elderly teachers also didn't care about their own image, and raised their small stools one after another to stand on the table and look in, and from time to time one or two candidates squeezed out of the crowd and ran to their own private school stall.

When the teacher heard the good news from his students, he hurriedly took out the banner on his desk and wrote: "Our college will spread the good news again this year, and a certain candidate has been admitted to the National Protectorate with high scores!"

Then he hung the banner and shouted loudly: "Come on, come on, Chengdong Wangzi Jackie Chan Private School is enrolling, this school has opened elite training classes for small exams all year round, there are many candidates, the teachers are strong, and many candidates have been successfully admitted to the National Guardian Academy!!"

...

To be honest, Jiang He was a little nervous, not worried that he would not be on the list. Instead, I'm worried that if I and Li Qiushuang get tied, what should I do?

At this moment, the list of the first volume has been revealed, and there is no name of Jiang He, let alone the name of Li Qiushuang.

Jiang He felt that he should be Jiazhong, and Li Qiushuang should also be. Jiang He sighed, it seems that there is no chance to earn the five thousand taels of silver this time.

One by one, familiar names appeared in the first column: Li Qiushuang, Wang Xueliang, Jin Wen...

These names have almost been remembered by the teachers and students who have paid attention to the small examination of the Protectorate Academy, because except for Li Qiushuang, those are all old fritters that have been referred to all year round. And only the last name is very unfamiliar, no one has ever seen it.

White florets.

It's like a woman's name.

On the wall, a young man with a delicate face and an extremely comical expression was looking at the red list in the distance with a smile on his face. Then he rolled over and leaped and ran into the back street. He also shouted loudly: "Master, I'm on the list!"

On the pavilion on the second floor, a strong ridicule suddenly erupted, and all the nobles beside Li Qiushuang turned to face Jiang He and sarcastically said loudly: "Oh, why didn't you see our Jiang Ye's name?"

The young man in yellow, who had been frightened a lot, also shook the fat on his face at this moment, and said with an unkind face: "It seems that we can watch someone running naked." ”

"I don't know what the most gossip news will be in Kyoto City tomorrow? ”

Jiang He also felt a little puzzled, thinking that it shouldn't be like this, although his answer was a little different, but no matter how the basic viewpoint and argumentation logic were not wrong? Could it be that those teachers of the National Protectorate were really just old men sitting in a group of wells and watching the sky?

Hu Xiaoliu looked at Li Qiushuang and his party with a slightly angry face, he had just read the list twice, and there was indeed no name of Jianghe.

Although there is still the only name that has not been announced, from his subconscious, Jiang He cannot be a roll up.

He thought silently for a while, and then whispered to Jiang He: "Master Jiang, let's run from that window later, I've calculated the way, and after going down, there is a backyard, there is a tree, I can't jump over it." ”

Jiang He came back to his senses and looked at Hu Xiaoliu when he heard this, and said with a slight smile: "It's okay, isn't it just running naked, the big man keeps his promise." ”

"Don't, you are now the seventh master of the White Dragon Gang, if you go to Suzaku Street to run around naked, won't our White Dragon Gang be laughed at by the whole world?"

Jiang He's face was a little embarrassed, and Hu Xiaoliu had already quietly grabbed the oil-paper umbrella beside him.

Li Qiushuang smiled coldly and said to Jiang He: "What's the matter, Jiang Ye, do you want to admit it?"

Jiang He grinned, pretending to be calm and said, "I'm a roll, don't you believe it, let's continue to watch?" As he spoke, Jiang He's hand on the table quietly gestured to Hu Xiaoliu. Meaning, listen to my command and run together.

Hu Xiaoliu nodded at him.

...

Suddenly there was a loud noise downstairs, as if the boiler had exploded, and everyone on the second floor ran to the window. Hu Xiaoliu glanced at it curiously, and then he was suddenly stunned.

I saw that on the red list in the distance, a huge line of black letters was printed on the first row:

A volume - rivers!

Hiss...

The entire people on the second floor gasped, and everyone's mouths were so big that they could almost stuff a pair of rock sugar pears plus three strings of large kidneys and five boiled white eggs.

Several noble sons beside Li Qiushuang suddenly looked like ashes, staring at the blood-red list and the two big ink-black characters in disbelief, and shouted in disbelief: "How is this possible!"

At this moment, Jiang He was still pulling Hu Xiaoliu's sleeve anxiously, thinking that it would be too late if he didn't run away.

After a while... Hu Xiaoliu finally turned his face and looked at Jiang He in a daze.

Then he slowly raised his right hand and gave a thumbs up, and said admiringly: "Jiang Ye, you are really good!"

All the people turned around and looked at Jiang He in a daze, their eyes full of incredulity.

Jiang He was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to understand something...