In the twenty-second year of Hongwu, August 16.

Fengyang Mansion, the central capital.

Dusk is approaching, but the outside of Fengyang Mansion is full of people, and the lights are like day.

In the palace, it was silent.

In the Taoist test courtyard, Song Yi woke up suddenly, and the memories in his mind exploded violently, and the tide surged.

Suddenly, I had a splitting headache, chills all over my body, countless chaotic pictures crossed my mind, and my ears were full of noisy and uncomfortable sounds.

There seemed to be a voice in his subconscious, urging Song Yi to get up quickly, continue the Dao test, and finish writing the damn question.

Enduring the severe pain, Song Yi slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was a man in a green shirt, probably a Taoist examiner or something.

He kept muttering something.

Song Yi couldn't hear clearly, looking at the unfamiliar picture in front of him, he just waved his hand and muttered: "Don't tight, don't tight." ”

After that, there was another sharp pain.

Song Yi subconsciously covered his head with both hands, and didn't dare to gasp, just endured it.

The man in the green shirt persuaded him a few more times, but Song Yi didn't hear it too clearly, and still waved his hand and refused.

Seeing that he insisted repeatedly, the man in the green shirt didn't talk anymore.

With this movement, there was inevitably some sparse noise in the examination room.

"Be quiet, pay attention to the order and cleanliness of the examination room, and if you have problems or discomfort, you can hand in the papers and leave by yourself." The examiner in the scarlet brocade robe scolded sharply, probably the chief examiner.

Suddenly, the entire examination room was silent.

After a while, the trance-like picture in Song Yi's mind dissipated, and the buzzing sound in his ears gradually subsided, and he finally got through it.

"Whew, I've really crossed the ......" Song Yi let go of his hand dragging the table, and pretended to breathe a long sigh of relief.

The fragmentary memories and flesh that originally belonged to the Ming Dynasty boy gradually merged with him.

Song Yi, the word Ziyi, the son of Song Pu, the son of Song Pu, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, the grandson of Song Lian; Now, a scholar in the palace of the king of Shu.

In the thirteenth year of Hongwu, the whole family was killed for implicating Hu Weiyong, and although his grandfather Song Lian had the prince Zhu Biao to intercede, he was still exiled to Maozhou, and died of illness in Kuizhou on the way.

And Song Yi was taken back to the Shu Mansion by Zhu Chun, who was only ten years old.

"There is still the last half hour, and those who have finished writing can hand in the paper and leave." The examiner said coldly again, with a dissatisfied look on his face.

Song Yi then remembered that the original owner's question had not been written yet, and he had taken the exam paper, but there was still an empty question.

At least more than an hour has passed since this slumber.

"Isn't it, it's all crossed, and you still have to write articles for others? Iniquity. Song Yi was a little uncomfortable, and felt that his head was starting to hurt again.

He was a small assistant in his previous life, and because he wrote good articles, he was appreciated by the leaders, and by the way, he drew a bite of cake.

So he went from a small assistant to a full-time clerical assistant who writes articles.

The more the article is written, the more the pie is drawn, the bigger the pie is, but the salary has not risen at all.

Later, I thought about it, tried to prove myself and change the status quo, but I was careless, I tried too hard and sent myself away~

The status quo has changed.

Song Yi tried hard to digest his memory, but he was a little stunned when he looked at the title.

This question, it seems that the original owner would not know it at all, otherwise it would not be so empty.

"I can't seem to help you anymore." Song Yi muttered to himself.

The people around him began to hand in the papers, bold and thick-skinned, and even took advantage of the submission of the papers, and they were close to the examiner, as for the effect, there must be no.

However, a few quietly looked at the examiner, and at first glance, they were related households, and most of them were stable.

Song Yi watched them leave one by one, and his heart became more and more calm.

I slowly looked at the topic, but the more I looked at it, the more pleasing it became.

Song Yi suddenly remembered the article he wrote for the leader a few days ago, which seemed to have so much merit.

and last month's article, which seems to have a little bit of truth.

Suddenly, his thoughts flowed and he began to write.

……

pressed the point, Song Yi finally finished writing.

Seeing that Song Yi finally got up, the deputy examiner in the green shirt also breathed a sigh of relief, he was just a wage earner, and he didn't want to work overtime.

Song Yi got up and glanced at the examiner, something was wrong, judging from his years of experience, this should be the kind of money that was being collected, or the kind aimed at him.

Over the years, Song Yi has dealt with everything. Dealing with this kind of person, as long as he doesn't leave him a reason, he can't help himself.

Thinking about it, Song Yi didn't care about the examiner, and stepped forward unhurriedly.

"Trouble, Wang Xuezheng." Song Yi smiled, bowed down and handed the paper to the examiner.

Stretching out his hand and not hitting the smiling person, Wang Xuezheng didn't deliberately embarrass him anymore, and said with a slight bow: "It's not troublesome, it's all your duty." He got up and straightened his clothes, but found that Song Yi hadn't moved for a long time.

was puzzled, but the deputy examiner in the green shirt reminded in a low voice: "Retest, I didn't retest." ”

Song Yi was also smiling, not saying anything.

Wang Xuezheng slowly picked up the scroll and looked at it, which was quite decent.

But after a while, his face suddenly became solemn, and his hand holding the roll became more and more forceful.

After reading it, he involuntarily stood up, and his face turned pale.

"Who's the last name." Wang Xuezheng calmed down and asked, but on his serious face, because of nervousness and weakness, there was a touch of blue and gray that could not be concealed.

"The surname is Song Mingyi, and the word ......"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Xuezheng interrupted directly: "It's okay, it's over, that's it." He turned around and left the exam room.

"Eh, Wang Xuezheng, this... It's not in accordance with the rules. The deputy examiner in the green shirt chased him out, trying to persuade one or two, but there was no one to be seen.

Without waiting for an explanation, Song Yi opened his mouth first, "It's okay, I thanked Li Xuezheng before." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm sorry, Wang Xuezheng is probably unwell..."

The development has come to this point, which is unexpected and reasonable.

It's more or less a matter to settle, Song Yi's mind is very messy at this time, and he just wants to go home and lie down and digest it.

But before Song Yi walked out of the gate of the mansion, there was a shouting sound behind him, and Song Yi was trembling when he heard it.

"Ah Yi, Ah Yi, wait for me."

Song Yi looked back, and what caught his eye was a big man, whose voice was seriously inconsistent with his appearance.

He was wearing a grass-green robe, his hair was blown messy, he had eyes full of wisdom, a wise face, and his temperament was rigid.

In Song Yi's mind, the only one who can have this unique temperament is his eldest brother.

The eldest brother's name is Liu Datong, he is Song Yi's classmate, he is more than 20 years old, and counting today, it is probably the fourth time he has come to this test.

Before Song Yi could come up with a reason to refuse, Liu Datong reached out and hooked his shoulder.

In broad daylight, it is really inappropriate for a big man to hug and hug, Song Yi thought about getting rid of it, but glanced at Liu Datong's sturdy figure.

Good brother, you should go together, right?

"I've seen big brother." couldn't hide, so Song Yi had no choice but to greet in a low voice.

"How is it today?" Liu Datong asked with concern as his brother.

Song Yi didn't know how to deal with this person, so he was silent, after all, there are many mistakes in doing too much.

Liu Datong understood something to himself, and said with a haha: "Don't mention it, don't mention it, it's my brother who talks too much." ”

There was a strange voice beside him: "I heard that Brother Song is quite confident and slept in the examination room for two hours." ”

Looking for the sound, it was a man with a long body, wearing brocade clothes and jade satin, dressed like a dog, but unfortunately with a long mouth.

Song Yi roughly recalled that this person's name was Zhang Xingwang and he was an "iron rooster", so he suddenly lost interest and swept his eyes disdainfully.

Liu Datong was also too lazy to take care of it, and comforted Song Yi again: "It's okay, let's come back next time, I tell you, this time I should be familiar with the examination room, with my experience......"

Song Yi couldn't resist this time, and hurriedly said, "I'm tired, let's leave quickly." ”

This big brother is good, but his mouth is a little broken.

Leave that Zhang Xingwang alone in the wind.

The two walked out of the mansion quickly, and finally settled at ease.

Song Yi's tense nerves also relaxed slightly, and when he went out, he shouldn't have met any acquaintances.

It's true that there are no acquaintances anymore.

But there were a few strangers in flying fish suits, who stepped forward without saying a word and set up their knives.

"But Song Yi, someone reported you for impersonating your reference, come with us." The leader of the leader lit up his waist card and said loudly.

"What are you doing, my virtuous brother is Qing... White. Liu Datong hurriedly rushed up and explained.

But the sword has no eyes, and he took a few big steps back from his heart.

Song Yi looked at this flying fish suit, his heart was half cold, and he fell to the ground.

Flying fish suit, Jinyiwei, Hu Weiyong's case killed 30,000 people, but he is still half of the Hu party.

Liu Datong distanced himself, his mouth stiffened again, he looked at Song Yi with the most resolute eyes, and then resolutely ran away, muttering in his mouth: "Don't be afraid, I will call His Highness to save you." ”

Song Yi was stunned, yes, what if you just invited me to tea?

turned his gaze to Zhang Xingwang, who was watching the play, and grabbed him, "Brother, Brother Xingwang, wait a minute." ”

That Zhang Xingwang was stunned and looked at Song Yi with a bewildered expression.

"If you have silver, lend me some."