It's just that no matter how much Wei Chen doubted in his heart, the Son of Heaven didn't say anything more.

After Zhao Zhen saw Wei Chen's papers, he put them back on the table, pressed them with a paperweight again, and then continued to inspect other places.

After the group left, Wei Chen sat back in his seat, and then he had the opportunity to quietly look up at Zhao Zhen not far away.

Zhao Zhengui is the Son of Heaven, and his face is quite rich, but his body is a little awkward, perhaps because of old age and illness, which makes him look very thin.

At this time, Zhao Zhen, accompanied by Han Zhang and several other important ministers, was seriously inspecting the examination room.

When he occasionally talked to Han Zhang and the others, he seemed approachable and didn't have too many arrogances, not like the kind of temperamental tyrannical king.

Seeing this, Wei Chen couldn't help but have a good impression of this official.

"Maybe it's just because the official himself likes calligraphy, so he will deliberately evaluate my handwriting?"

Wei Chen thought like this in his heart, and finally withdrew his gaze, and after calming down, he returned his attention to his scroll.

Although the article has been written, it still needs to be carefully checked and revised several times before being transcribed on the main volume, which is also a tedious task.

Just as Wei Chen buried his head and worked hard to write without distraction, Zhao Zhen had already made a tour of the examination room and slowly sat back on the throne.

Seeing that Zhao Zhen was a little tired, the attendant next to him brought a bowl of steaming Qibao tea.

This Qibao tea is made with sesame seeds, peanuts, mung beans, arrowroot powder, glutinous rice, and red beans mixed with the powder, and the lake in the mouth is drunk to not only quench thirst, but also carry hunger.

A bowl of Qibao tea was drunk into his stomach, Zhao Zhen suddenly felt comfortable, his body was sweating a little, and his spirit was much better, and after putting the finished tea bowl on the tray in the hands of the waiter, he swept his eyes to the tribute students in the hall.

Just a few dozen meters away from Zhao Zhen, somewhere in the left corridor of the Chongzheng Palace, there was a Gongsheng sitting in front of the table, it was Wei Chen.

At this moment, Wei Chen's eyes were focused on the pen and paper, his shoulders were open and his back was straight, his posture was heroic, and his body and temperament were like a sharp sword out of the sheath.

In Zhao Zhen's eyes, Wei Chen sat in a circle of tributes around him, like standing out from the crowd, he couldn't ignore it at all, and he could see it at a glance.

Zhao Zhen's gaze skimmed over everyone, and he stopped on Wei Chen's body for a long time, thinking of Wei Chen's decent pavilion body, he couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

Although the pavilion body has been criticized for its lack of aura, it is not without merit, at least it is formal and in accordance with the law, which is clear at a glance.

The so-called words are like their people, and if you think that Wei Chen is also a courtier who keeps to himself, he will not trouble the emperor at every turn. And this quality is exactly what Zhao Zhen values the most.

Zhao Zhen is over half a hundred years old and has been the emperor for nearly forty years, and the illnesses and setbacks encountered during this period have long worn out his ambitions.

The kind of ministers who are upright and outspoken, Zhao Zhen definitely can't say that they are bad, but one or two is enough to give Zhao Zhen a headache, and he really doesn't want to have a few more.

Zhao Zhendu is so old, and he still works hard to inspect the examination room in person, doesn't he just want to choose a few talents who fit his heart?

Zhao Zhen didn't want the protégé of the Son of Heaven that he had just elected today, and he would grab the ground with his head the next day, forcing himself, the emperor, to come to the stage, so didn't he add to his own blockage, why bother?

Therefore, a courtier like Wei Chen, who guards himself and can share the worries of the Son of Heaven, is the best courtier in Zhao Zhen's mind.

Of course, Wei Chen's handwriting is good, at most, it is just to add a little impression to Zhao Zhen, and the reason why Zhao Zhen has a blue eye for Wei Chen is actually a deeper consideration.

……

With the continuous passage of examination time, the sun outside the Chongzheng Hall has set in the west, and a brilliant sunset has emerged on the horizon.

Many candidates in the hall had finished writing the papers, and after Wei Chen checked them several times, he also got up and handed the papers to the examinee, and then walked out of the Chongzheng Palace.

At this time, it was already dark, and a small yellow door came to Wei Chen with a lantern: "Hui Yuanlang, the road is slippery when it's dark, and the slave maid will light the way for you." ”

Hearing that this little yellow gate named Gao Huai was the person who drove the Zichen Palace, Wei Chen's heart moved, and he did not refuse the other party's request to take the initiative to guide him, but arched his hand and said, "Then there is Gonggong Lao." ”

Seeing that Wei Chen was so polite, Gao Huai of the little yellow gate did not have the slightest problem of scholars looking down on eunuchs, and his heart was also quite useful, and he smiled at the moment and said: "Hui Yuanlang is polite, it is the honor of the slave and maid to show you the way." ”

After that, under the guidance of Gao Huai, Wei Chen passed through many palaces until he reached the Donghua Gate, and the two said goodbye.

Outside the Donghua Gate, all kinds of carriages are parked, and countless candidates' family papers are looking forward to it.

"Young Master!"

Seeing Wei Chen come out, Yuan An, who was waiting anxiously, immediately had a surprised smile on his face, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

Wei Chen was about to say something to Yuan An, but when he saw that the curtains of the first few carriages were lifted, Sheng Changbai, Wang Yaochen, Chen Jun and other people from the Jingxi Society poked their heads out one after another, and said to Wei Chen with a smile: "Congratulations, congratulations." ”

Wei Chen was stunned for a moment, then smiled knowingly, and said: "Congratulations to all of you, ten years of cold windows, full of poems and books, and today it will finally be sold!" ”

Chen Jun looked at the majestic imperial city in the twilight in the distance, first laughed, then shook his head with emotion, and finally couldn't help himself, and burst into tears.

"Chao is Tian Shelang, and the twilight is in Tianzi Hall."

This sentence is a cliché, but it contains incomparable true feelings when it comes out of Chen Jun's mouth at this moment.

Lao Chengru Sheng Changbai couldn't help himself at this time, snatched the wine jug from Tao Dazhi on the side, poured a big sip on the ground, and then laughed heartily: "Ten years of imperial examinations, all in this sip of wine!" ”

Seeing everyone's gaffe, Wei Chen couldn't help but think of the scene of himself and a group of friends tearing books and throwing books on the roof of the building on the day he finished the last college entrance examination in his previous life.

However, in the past and present lives, there is still a difference after all.

"From today onwards, my hundred catties will be sold to the Zhao family." Wei Chen shook his head self-deprecatingly, then took a deep breath, patted Sheng Changbai's shoulder with a smile and said, "What's the point of drinking here, let's go, let's go to Fanlou, I'll be the east!" ”

However, Tao Dazhi immediately poured cold water on Wei Chen: "Fan Lou has to make an appointment at least ten days in advance, and it should be too late for us to go now." ”

"So awesome?"

Sheng Changbai's eyes widened in shock, he had been in the capital for two or three years, and he had never been to Fanlou, so he naturally didn't know this.

Tao Dazhi was obviously very familiar with the situation of these Goolan Washers, and spread his hands and said: "That is the most famous gold cave in Bianjing, the background is very complicated, not to mention that we are just tributes now, even if the serious jinshi goes to the banquet without making an appointment, they have to eat behind closed doors." ”

"Then the Yuxian Lou in the Zhouqiao Night Market, and the same will be true for Fan Lou to eat another day." Wei Chen waved his hand disappreciatively.

Yuxian Lou is also a famous restaurant in Bianjing, and the grade is not much worse than Fan Lou. Anyway, it's all a relaxing pastime, where to go and not to go?

Wei Chen's proposal was recognized by everyone, and everyone forgot about sentimentality at this time, and everyone was excited.

"Let's go, today's rich man is the east, just robbing the rich and helping the poor!"