A blue robe, with wide sleeves and a dark blue collar, a pair of black boots with satin white backgrounds, a leather belt, and a black gauze hat with green leaves and velvet flowers on both sides.

The flower is also decorated with a small bronze plaque, or a label, on which are written the three big characters of Enrong Banquet.

This is the line sent by the people of Honglu Temple this morning, and it is also the costume to be worn when participating in the Chuan Lu Ceremony and Jinshi Rong'en Banquet tomorrow, and the people of Honglu Temple also told me that they must not wear out, and this dress must be returned after the ceremony is completed tomorrow.

That's right, this outfit is not given to you, it is equivalent to renting it to you for free for a day and returning it when it expires, which is so stingy.

Xia Yuan touched the material with his hand, it was very smooth, and he picked it up and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it, and there was a faint smell of soap.

Obviously, this dress has just been washed, and it is likely not to be disposable, maybe it has been worn by many Jinshi masters.

Every time someone wears it, it will be pressed in the warehouse of Honglu Temple for three years, and when it is time to use it again, it will be taken out and washed, dried, and picked up, and then sent to the new Jinshi.

Wang Shouren looked at the pestle beside him for a while, and said thoughtfully: "The teacher's jinshi uniform seems to have been worn by the student back then. ”

"Do you recognize this?"

"The student has some impressions, if the student remembers correctly, there is an extremely small gap in the cuffs of this robe."

As he spoke, Wang Shouren picked up the robe and opened the cuffs to look at it, and then bowed slightly: "It is indeed the one that the student wore three years ago." ”

Xia Yuan leaned over to take a look, and there was indeed a small gap at the cuffs, which was not as big as a grain of rice.

It's a real hammer, and the Jinshi uniforms of the Ming Dynasty are recycled.

"How many Jinshi did you take the exam back then?"

"The student was ranked seventh in the second class."

"Oh" Xia Yuan nodded suddenly, since they were all wearing the same clothes, they should also be second-class jinshi.

The second class Jinshi, the Jinshi of the Eight Classics, is good, not as good as the first-class Jinshi and the first, but much stronger than the third-class, the third-class is given to the same Jinshi background.

Born in the same jinshi, this same word makes people very painful.

It is said to be equivalent to the Jinshi background, but there is more of this same word in front of it, and there is clearly a kind of deliberately emphasized and wanted to cover up the taste.

If you take the top three jinshi exam, you will feel uncomfortable no matter how you think about it, as if it was someone else's charity.

In fact, the identity of the top three jinshi belongs to the imperial court, which has a very profound historical lesson.

In the early days of the Song Dynasty, the palace examination was still an elimination examination, and each palace examination was a merit-based admission, and most people would be eliminated.

When Song Renzong arrived, there was a man named Zhang Yuan, after repeatedly failing in the palace test, he rebelled against the Song Dynasty in anger and voted for the Western Xia, and assisted Li Yuanhao to beat the Northern Song Dynasty.

This incident gave the Song Dynasty a great shock and lesson, and since then, there has been no such thing as elimination in the palace test.

If you don't hand in the blank papers, you can pass the exam.

No matter how bad the writing is, it is so bad that it is so bad that it is so bad that it is not even seen, the court will not eliminate it, but pinch its nose and give alms to a fellow jinshi, lest someone think of joining a foreign race to become a traitor.

I didn't get into the top prize, and I really felt a little bad in my heart.

It's hard for the little daughter-in-law to get up early in the morning when she tried in the temple that day, and went to grab the incense stick with Xia Shu, and begged the Bodhisattva to bless her high school champion, but she knelt in front of the Bodhisattva and prayed for a long time, and it was useless at all.

Of course, it is impossible for Xia Yuan to say that he is not lost, but to say that he is in pain, and it is definitely not enough to seek death and life, he quickly put aside his little loss, took his clothes and went to the room to change them.

It's ok, slightly bigger, but barely fits.

With her arms outstretched, the little daughter-in-law helped her tie the belt, and finally put the hairpin-colored black gauze hat on her head.

Zhao Yuerong's eyes were bright, and her eyes were full of fascination and surprise, "My husband looks so good in this dress." ”

"What you said, my husband doesn't look good one day."

"My husband looks good every day."

Xia Yuan couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and opened his arms again, "Come, let your husband hug you." ”

“.”

Zhao Yuerong turned his head to look at the closed door, and then plunged into his arms with confidence and boldness.

Xia Yuan hugged his wife who was like a kitten in his arms, enjoying the taste of warm and fragrant hugs.

It's a pity that April is approaching, and the weather hasn't really warmed up, and the little daughter-in-law's clothes are still a little thick.

Resting his chin on the top of her head, Xia Yuan stroked her back with his hand and asked, "If your husband doesn't get the top prize, will you feel disappointed?" ”

Didn't get in!?

Hearing this, Zhao Yuerong's heart suddenly sudden, and the delicate little face like a porcelain doll instantly rose.

Xia Yuan was taken aback, what is the reaction to this?

After stabilizing his mind, he spoke: "Well, I guess I didn't get the top prize, my clothes are from the second class jinshi, and the champion should be a big red dress." ”

According to his thoughts, the first-class, second-class, and third-class jinshi uniforms should all be different, and the champion is a big red robe, which is often seen on TV, and the champions on the stage are also in red clothes.

So he shouldn't be the champion, but Xia Yuan really didn't expect the little daughter-in-law's reaction to be so excessive, and the little head was raised with a swish, and he looked shocked.

Zhao Yuerong didn't know what a second-class jinshi was, and she didn't have the heart to think about this now, her little head was buzzing at this moment.

After being stunned for a long time, she flattened her mouth and said with a crying voice: "I was deceived, I was deceived"

Xia Yuan was taken aback again, and at the same time a little confused, "No, who did you let deceive?" ”

The little girl's tears flowed out, her face could not hide her grief and indignation, and she whimpered: "I was deceived by the Bodhisattva and the monk in the temple."

Hearing this, Xia Yuanden guessed the reason, and then he couldn't cry or laugh a little.

"Think the Bodhisattva didn't bless the husband from high school? That Bodhisattva didn't bless the number of people who got the top prize, even if you are the most sincere and go the most often, you won't cry."

"As for!"

Zhao Yuerong wiped her tears with her hands, and complained with a small face: "When I went with Shu Niang that day, the old monk said let's go to Gao Xiang, saying that Gao Xiang is the most spiritual, and you can go up to heaven to listen, so that the Bodhisattva knows what I am asking for.

One pillar of high incense is 500 wen, and three pillars are 1,500 wen, and more than one or two pieces of silver are gone.

Usually spend dozens of copper plates are distressed,

In order to bless his son-in-law to be admitted to the champion, he endured the distress for the first time, gritted his teeth and spent a lot of money to ask for incense and worship the Buddha, but he was deceived, and he was deceived by those monks and Bodhisattvas, and his husband was not admitted.

The grief and indignation in Xiao Camelina's heart can be imagined.

"That bodhisattva is a fake, he deceived me, deceived me of a lot of silver, woo"

"There wasn't much, only a couple of silver."

"It's just a lot."

"Okay, that's a lot."

Sighing, Xia Yuan hugged the little daughter-in-law who wiped her tears in her arms, now the family is all 10,000 yuan, and she still feels sorry for the more than one or two pieces of silver.

This should be regarded as not forgetting the original intention, right?

(End of chapter)