Wu Jin listened to the voice, like Qi Chang, and hurriedly walked out, opened the latch, opened the door, and looked under the moonlight, it was indeed Qi Chang.

Qi Chang wore an old shirt, shrunk his shoulders, and when he saw Wu Jin, he smiled flatteringly, and arched his hand: "Young Master Wu." ”

Wu Jin turned sideways and invited him in: "You and I are both a scholar, you don't need to be called like that, just call me Wu Jin." ”

Qi Chang rubbed his hands stiffly, and cautiously walked into the door: "No, no, I'm just a fellow jinshi, I don't dare to call the same year as the champion, I, I'll call you big brother." ”

Wu Jin nodded: "Come in and talk, come here so late, there should be something." ”

"Yes." Qi Chang followed him inside, and as he walked, he quietly looked at the situation in the Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple is clean and natural, the doors and windows everywhere are wide open, without any obstacles, a path in the yard, paved with stone slabs, clean and clean, on both sides of the path, overgrown with knee-high wildflowers, squirming inside, suddenly a big flower cat popped out, from Qi Chang in front of him, he was scared, his back was cold, and he almost tripped.

Wu Jin stretched out his hand and firmly grasped his arm, and only after he stood firm did he let go of his hand and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, don't hurt anyone." ”

"No, I'm not afraid." Qi Chang followed Wu Jin into the guest room, and quietly glanced at the situation in the room.

The only thing that can be seen is the things on the table - a few books with rough edges, a few thick piles of bamboo paper full of words, two bald pens written on the pen stand, and under the table, there are several strategic articles that have been read.

Qi Chang was embarrassed, he thought he was diligent, but the words he practiced after coming to Kyoto were not as many as those who came after Wu Jin.

He secretly said that Wu Jin's calmness and confidence may come from such diligence.

"Sit," Wu Jin poured him tea and put it in front of him, "Coming so far, are you hungry?" ”

"When I came, I ate," Qi Chang said in a low voice, "That Wang, Wang Jinghua, he found me." ”

As soon as he mentioned Wang Jinghua, he couldn't help but cringe, obviously suffering from this person's cynicism.

"He said that he lost the bet, and he wouldn't be bad, but his father died, and he wanted to go back to his hometown to keep filial piety for three years, and after three years, he would come back to settle the bet with you."

Qi Chang looked at Wu Jin, whose face did not change, and said hesitantly: "Big brother, did he think that in three years, if he was admitted and had an official body, you would no longer be able to let him kneel?" ”

"I'm afraid there is such a plan," Wu Jin nodded, "Wang Yun is dead and dead?" ”

"You don't know?" Qi Chang was surprised at first, and then suddenly realized, "Also, you are working hard here behind closed doors, and on the day of the month, the list was released, and the people who sent the Jinhua post didn't find you, or you went to pick up the post yourself." ”

He added, "It was drowned." ”

Wu Jin didn't delve into it, but said, "Do you have anything else?" ”

Qi Chang listened to his question, became more and more cramped and uneasy, and glanced at Wu Jin nervously: "Your handwriting is good, and now you are the champion, I want to ask you to write a pair of words?" ”

"Okay." Wu Jin smiled, got up and took out a large piece of paper from the cabinet and spread it on the table, changed a large pen, looked at the yellowish paper thoughtfully, and carefully wrote down the four big words "Gentleman is not to blame".

After writing, he stared at it for a long time, feeling that there was a stroke that was not round enough, and he changed the paper and wrote it again.

Qi Chang stood aside, waited for Wu Jin to finish writing, and immediately said: "Your words are really profound." ”

When the ink dried, Wu Jin rolled up the big characters, found a cotton rope to tie it, and handed it to Qi Chang: "I don't have a private seal, but if I think about it, it doesn't matter if I don't have a private seal." ”

Qi Chang didn't pay attention to his words, held the paper roll in both hands, thanked Wu Jin, and said goodbye and went back to the city.

Wu Jin sent him out of the Taoist temple, took out a silver ticket of fifty taels and gave him flowers, Qi Chang took it in his hand, his eyes were wet, and he said with a crying voice: "Thank you, if I have something, even if you have something, even if you drive me away, you will still treat me as a little servant of Jiu Sixuan." ”

Wu Jin patted him, didn't say much, and watched him walk all the way to the city.

Qi Chang took the paper roll and silver ticket, all the way to the city, a bright moon on the horizon, clear and bright, the spring willows on both sides of the road moved with the wind, shaking all over the ground and broken shadows, extremely quiet.

He walked fast, a heart lying in his chest, a rare tranquility.

After the list was released on the first day of March, the results of the palace examination had not yet come out, and this group of fellow jinshi had already begun to "run for office".

The same Jinshi first participated in an examination of the Hanlin Academy, and after passing the exam as usual, the superior can enter the Hanlin Academy to be a Shu Jishi, but there are many monks and few porridges, and the Shu Jishi does not have Qi Chang's share.

Qi Chang thought that Shu Jishi couldn't do it, so he simply waited for the palace test to come out, and when the jinshi had a place to go, he would pick the remaining remote place and be a small county.

Unexpectedly, in just a few days, those Tongjinshi who had a relationship with the silver began to trust the relationship in all directions, and they wanted to decide where to go before the hall call test.

He thought that the Jinshi were all shirking the poor countryside that they didn't want to go to, and even the Lingnan land, which was no different from exile, was the seventh grade of Zhi County and the eighth grade of the county, all of which became fragrant and sweet, and they had to "run" and "make silver" to go.

He didn't have that much silver, he didn't even know where the door of the Kyoto Yamen was going, and his legs had nowhere to run.

Sitting in the room, he felt that he was sitting still, dazed and desperate, wondering if he was going to take the test again, or take the test countless times, asking for a Jinshi background.

After Wang Jinghua found him, another layer of anger was added to his despair.

"Why, the father surnamed Wang is gone, and he can still wear gold and silver, and he still has people to call him," he sat in the room and thought, "he still has to take part in the scientific examination, if he also becomes a fellow jinshi, can he still be a shujishi?" ”

He sat in the room for a long time, and thought: "I have worked hard, I have worked hard, I have a gentleman who has opened my eyes, and I have been admitted to the same jinshi, and I am about to change my face, and I have broken off with the past, but I can't even touch the edge of my career, I am not worse than others!" ”

His brain turned into a mess of withered grass, messy and incomprehensible, and it wasn't until he learned that Wu Jin had become the champion that the withered grass suddenly disappeared from his mind.

His "way" is coming!

Today he is here to run his way.

Qi Chang thought about it, and suddenly tripped over a stone under his feet, and he "banged" forward, subconsciously holding the words tightly so as not to break them.

Wu Jin's words are naturally good, but they are not to the point where they are difficult to buy, not to mention that they don't even have a private seal, and they are not worth much.

What is really valuable is the identity of the "champion".

The new champion was revised by the Liupin Hanlin Academy as usual, regarded as the prime minister, and was a close minister of the Son of Heaven in the future, and the fastest champion of the dynasty was promoted from the revision to the ruling counselor, which took only eight years.

(End of chapter)