Time is like flowing water, like quicksand, like a white horse passing through a gap.

In short, time cannot be kept.

Time makes people old, and time is the most ruthless.

In the blink of an eye, it was another half-moon scene.

The cold winter has passed, and today's great dry has officially entered the early spring.

Spring has always been the most favorite season of literati and artists.

It has no summer heat, no autumn wind, and no cold winter.

Yes, it is just a cold willow wind, it is a purple and red, it is a warbler singing and swallow dancing, it is a chaotic flower that gradually wants to charm the eyes, and it is the shallow grass that can have no horseshoe.

However, for the Daqian literati, spring does not only mean that the weather is warmer, but more importantly, spring is about to begin!

The spring exam will be held, because the exam time is in the spring, so it has this nickname.

The examination will be held in Qiandu, and those who take the examination must have a reputation for meritorious service.

And once you pass the exam, you are a tribute.

Maybe the big guy is particularly unfamiliar with the identity of Gongshi, but as long as he goes further, after passing the palace test, he will be a Jinshi!

And the Jinluan Hall played right, but it was just a formality, and it would not seriously brush off the Gongshi candidates.

That is to say, once you will take the exam in high school, you will be proud of the spring breeze, and you will see all the dry flowers in one day.

Ten years of hard work, in one day, the title of the gold list is known all over the world.

Dare to ask how many literati in the world can resist such temptation?

Therefore, in recent days, the literati of Daqian have worked extremely hard, and it seems that they are making the final sprint for the meeting.

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The most is the benefit of the spring of the year, and it is better than the smoke and willows!

To say that in early spring, where is the best scenery in Daqian.

It has to be Qiandu.

It's a pity that rice is expensive in Qiandu, and it is not easy to live in a big place.

On Qiandu West Street, there is an area called Tianqianyuan.

Here, it occupies the most prosperous area of the entire Qiandu except the imperial palace.

Lively, drunk, and bright.

But every word you can think of about prosperity can match it.

It's a pity that there are too few people who can live here.

It's not a question of whether it's expensive or not, but the mansion here is not sold at all.

Only princes and nobles, or the princes of the imperial court, were eligible to live here.

Otherwise, only the current emperor's majesty will give a reward, and the grace of heaven will be great, and this honor can be had.

And in the north of Qiandu, there is the imperial palace.

The only place that can hold down Tianqian Yuan.

It's just that the palace is not lively, on the contrary, it is a little deserted.

The most lively time of the day is only now.

In front of the Jinluan Palace, the little eunuch shouted in a sharp and piercing voice: "Princes, go to the court!" ”

At this time, the sunlight sprinkled from the sky above the Jinluan Palace, like a golden rain falling into the sky, beautiful.

The palace of the emperor in the last dynasty is called the Qiande Palace.

The implication is that today's son, virtuous and virtuous, can inherit the great dry country.

The officials in crimson official uniforms, lined up one after another, took the lead in entering the Qiande Palace.

Then there were officials in green robes and green robes, all with solemnity and dullness on their faces.

It seems to be in patience, the last calm before the storm.

In the Qiande Palace, today, Emperor Renxuan, who is a martial artist, sits on the dragon chair, and there are eunuchs waiting for him.

In the audience were all the officials, all of whom bowed their heads and did not say a word.

"Something to start, nothing to retreat."

Finally, the long silence was broken by the voice of the eunuch, and the officials couldn't help but start to get restless.

After a while, an official in a crimson official uniform stepped forward and said, "Weichen has something to do." ”

"Wei Qing's family, what's going on?"

"Your Majesty, the ice and snow have melted, early spring has arrived, and it's time to put spring on the agenda."

When Emperor Renxuan heard this, he nodded and said, "It's indeed time." ”

"In Wei Qing's opinion, who can coordinate many matters in the Spring Festival for this examination?"

As the Son of Heaven asked, the air pressure in the entire Qiande Hall seemed to drop further, and it was so quiet that it couldn't be quiet.

"The minister is stupid, no one can recommend him, and I ask Your Majesty to forgive me."

Emperor Renxuan just chuckled, as if he expected Wei Qing to play right.

Then he ignored him and asked the officials, "Then gentlemen, do you have a good person to recommend?" ”

For a while, the atmosphere in the entire Qiande Hall seemed to have dropped to the freezing point, and many officials even buried their heads directly, which was quite out of sight.

"What? One by one, can't you speak well on weekdays? ”

"Just a spring exam, and it stumped you?"

The Son of Heaven is angry, and if no one answers at this time, it will be a bad thing.

So, among the officials wearing crimson official uniforms, an official standing in the first row stood up and said: "The minister thinks that the prince of the country should be able to take on this great responsibility because of his outstanding literary talents and clear etiquette." ”

This person has gray temples and a rickety figure, obviously old, and his voice is not loud. But as long as he speaks, all the officials in the Qiande Hall always have to hold their breath and concentrate.

As soon as these words came out, before Emperor Renxuan could speak, the officials below began to discuss.

Seeing this, Wei Qing frowned even more, and couldn't help but step forward, saying, "Hu Yan is still young, and his experience is also insufficient. The examination is the most important task for my cadres, and it is inevitably a little inappropriate to hand it over to him. ”

"What does Prime Minister Wei mean by this?"

"Since Hu Yan can achieve the position of the country's prince and the priest wine, and he has been teaching for many years, he has never gone wrong. There are also many talented people in the literary circles who praise his good name, which is enough to prove that his qualifications and literary talents are sufficient. ”

"Could it be that Prime Minister Wei doesn't want to share His Majesty's worries, and he doesn't allow the old man to give advice?"

"In the world, how can there be such a truth?"

When Wei Qing heard this, his face suddenly turned pale.

"Mrs. Yang, don't spew blood! Slander me! ”

"Bloody mouth? I, Yang Huai, am half of my body about to enter the ground, what are you doing to slander you? ”

Seeing that the two were going to quarrel again, Emperor Renxuan frowned and said, "Zhang Qing, in your opinion, Hu Yan's talent may be a big responsibility?" ”

Zhang Lang was also wearing a crimson official uniform and stood in the front row.

It's just that compared to other officials, he looks a little different.

Just because its face is white and beardless, it is slightly feminine.

At this time, when he heard the question of the Son of Heaven, he replied in a slightly sharp voice: "Hu Yan has a good reputation in my literary circle, and he has never made a mistake in serving as the priest of the country over the years, so I think he can take on this important responsibility." ”

As soon as these words came out, the entire Qiande Hall fell silent.

Zhang Lang's official position is not as good as Wei Qing, let alone Yang Huai, but his words released an important message, which made everyone in the audience quite difficult to digest.

"Well, since that's the case, then I will order Hu Yan to be the chief examiner of Chunyu and be responsible for many things."

"I have only one request, this Spring Festival must be done fairly."

"If not, I will punish you for your sins."

Hearing this, the corners of Yang Huai's mouth raised slightly, revealing a slight smile without a trace.

Wei Qing's face was pale, his expression worried, and even a little uneasy.