"This can't be! This volume is out, and hundreds of volumes are deposed! This is a scene that has not been seen in more than ten years!"

Almost when the red-shirted maids were worshipping, in the Academy of Literature, several chief examiners were beginning to set the law of style, placing all the papers of more than 1,000 candidates in front of the statues of saints, waiting for the spirit of the papers to boil.

In the past, the outstanding texts will inevitably flash a few inches of clear light, which is the result of the convergence of the student's own literary tone and the literary atmosphere in the volume, and then use these literary tones as a benchmark to select the first three hundred volumes and then cut them.

But at this moment, everyone was shocked to find that there was one of the scrolls, the holy light flickered, and it was a foot long, and it was overwhelming the other scrolls, and when this volume came out, all the other hundred scrolls were eclipsed.

At that moment, several chief examiners, and even the prince of the palace, the dean of the Academy of Literature, couldn't help but hold their breath and stare carefully at the scroll.

Noticing the outstanding tone of this volume, when mentioning that "in order to protect the people, even if it is against one person's luck", everyone couldn't help but nod secretly, and they looked at each other, full of surprises.

Reading the other words in the volume, it is bold and unparalleled, with the spirit of killing in the military array, and the bearing of a king general, and everyone nodded in appreciation.

In the end, looking at the owner of the scroll, it turned out to be Chu Yunting, the third son of the Chu family, and several examiners had even lost their minds: "That Chu Yunting, isn't Wen Yunting's bones broken and his literary spirit is wasted?"

They even suspected that this was someone else pretending to be Chu Yunting's name to come to the assessment, otherwise, with Chu Yunting's literary luck, it would never be possible to do this.

"Be cautious in your words and deeds!" The prince of the palace snorted coldly and said: "You are still a person, and the literature should not be taken lightly, you have your own narrow views, and you actually try to speculate on others, how can this be the way of reading in the Academy of Literature!"

Hearing this, those examiners suddenly felt like they were enlightened, their faces turned red, full of shame, and said: "I didn't wait for the examination, so I spread false rumors, it seems that I have not cultivated my mind enough, and I am secretly jealous and ashamed." ”

Seeing this, Fu Jun nodded and said: "In the examination room, when Chu Yunting answered the paper, he was full of literary spirit and had a splendid heart, but I am afraid that he has hidden and hidden Feng over the years, and has been humiliated by thousands of stigmas and has not moved his mind, so he has such a point." Therefore, I have set this volume as the first, and it is well deserved. ”

Hearing this, these examiners put themselves in their shoes, thinking that Chu Yunting could endure humiliation and heavy burdens and re-condense his literary spirit in such a situation, how difficult it was, and he would turn into a dragon in one fell swoop, and he secretly paid respect, and nodded in unison.

Then, everyone read Chu Yunting's article word by word, and they really found that every word was beautiful, which made them amazed.

Reading the other volumes, I feel bored, and only then do I understand the truth that once this volume comes out, a hundred volumes will be deposed.

On the side, it was the prince of the government who said cautiously to the dean of the Academy of Literature: "Reading through the whole volume, it is even more grammatical and enlightened." Such a talent, if he can wield the battlefield in the future, he will definitely be a General Zhang Ying alive!"

The dean of the Academy of Literature was noncommittal, saying: "This person has a splendid literary heart, although the grammar is agitated, but you can see the mountains and rivers are quiet, which shows that this paper is a work for the exam, if you can always overcome the thorns and thorns, there will inevitably be more Confucianism in the court in the future." ”

"You say that this essay is just his work for the exam?" Fu Jun shook his head full of disapproval: "Such pride, if it is not out of his heart, how can he write it?"

After the list is posted, Wen Ming will know if he will be inspected at the meeting. The dean of the Academy of Literature seemed to appreciate Chu Yunting himself: "If he really has such a delicate heart, maybe he has another opinion on the recent Guo Liuyi incident in the imperial court." ”

Hearing this, Fu Jun was stunned, and then a wry smile appeared, and said: "Guo Liuyi's case involves the emperor, the left minister, and even the imperial court newly designated Qin Yu as a saint statue, and because of this, these days, the imperial court has not been decided, how many Confucians are incomprehensible, let alone a rookie talent?"

If other people heard this, they would be shocked, you must know how incredible it is to make Qin Yu the first female saint statue to leave the country, but the reason for this is actually because of Guo Liuyi's case? What is this Guo Liuyi case?

"It's not necessarily that I can't think of it, but I don't dare to think about it, I don't dare to say it......" The dean of the Academy of Literature shook his head lightly, as if he sighed at the literati and Confucians in the entire court.

At this moment, they suddenly found that there were several flashes of light outside the Academy, which was an urgent secret order, sent from the city guards of Qixia Mansion City.

As soon as he opened the Hongguang secret order, the faces of the prince and the literary academy changed in unison, and without hesitation, their bodies swept away outside the southern city.

There was only one line on the secret decree of the Hongguang: "Today, there are dead and mourning messengers all over Qixia Mansion, and it has been confirmed that they are from Mingying Manor." ”

Chu Yunting is now brilliant and self-explanatory, and it is difficult to be shaken by the outside world.

But the behavior of the red-shirted maid in front of him was full of weirdness.

Those who come to worship General Zhang Ying are often Qinglou women, who want to sing the heroic spirit of poetry, and come here to feel and pay tribute.

But the red-shirted maid in front of her, while burning paper money, even untied the collar of her dress slightly, took out a piece of white paper with a charm on the edge from her body, recited the spell, and put it on the flame to roast, which is strange.

Finally, a hazy figure soon appeared on the white paper, and she carefully put away the white paper figure, placed it in her arms, and left.

This unique etiquette was something Chu Yunting had never seen before, and he even had a trace of curiosity about the master of this maid.

For a moment, he couldn't help but condense slightly and followed behind the maid.

The maid Lian Bu Tingting, and finally stopped at a pavilion halfway up the mountain.

But I saw that the glazed jade lamp hanging on the pavilion was reflected on the jade amber box on the table, which was carved with the cloud pattern of the double dragon beast, which was very gorgeous.

And there are thrones, vases, wine and food on the table, jade bowls and marigolds, as if arranged according to the formation, together with the enshrinement of this jade amber box, I don't know what treasures are hidden in the jade amber box.

All of this is very weird.

At this time, the red-clothed maid respectfully saluted to a shadow behind the pavilion and said, "Miss Bao, the slave has obtained the sacrificial portrait......

In the shadow of the pavilion, there was a veiled woman in a purple shirt, holding a jade purple flower in her right hand, which does not wither in all seasons.

Although she couldn't see her face clearly, she was elegantly groomed and wonderful, especially her deep eyes that were as bright as smoke and rain, as if she could see through all the troubles in the world.

The maid was overshadowed in front of her.

But at this time, the purple-shirted woman did not answer the maid's words, but her voice was as ethereal as snow, and she came towards Chu Yunting: "I don't know which son it is, you might as well see it." ”

She actually saw Chu Yunting's appearance, and her tone was quite hearty.