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The night is like a sea of stars.

The yamen of the Ministry of Rites and the township examination examination examination office are brightly lit, and the officials in charge of reviewing them are rushing to work in an intense and orderly manner to implement all the affairs.

If you count it, the day after tomorrow is the period of the public list.

Hundreds of papers have now been completed, and most of the results have come out.

These papers are first reviewed by the same examiner and finally handed over to the examiner. And every procedure, every comment, must be stamped with a special seal, very rigorous.

At that time, Chu Yunyu, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, came to inspect.

"Mao Gong, how is it going today?"

Mao Gong, surnamed Chen, is the chief examiner of this year's township examination. He is about fifty years old, with a dark complexion and a straightforward personality, known as the name of the blue sky.

He arched his hand slightly and said, "It's quite smooth, after calculation, only the last ten copies of the paper are missing." ”

Chu Yunyu casually said "oh", and asked casually: "In this year's township examination, talented people from all over the world have gathered, and it is a rare occasion for decades, and there must have been a lot of splendid articles among them." ”

Chen Maogong stroked his beard and said with a smile: "It's really good." ”

Chu Yunyu said: "Hehe, the saint is thirsty for talent, and when he learns this, he will definitely be happy...... Well, can you give me a sneak peek and read a few good articles?"

As a patrol officer, although his request is not in accordance with the rules, it is not excessive. On the occasion of previous sessions. There are many similar examples.

Anyway, the program has come to this point, and the dust has basically settled.

Chen Maogong took out the middle file and handed it over: "Lord Chu, please take a look." ”

See. In order to avoid suspicion, it is natural to look at it face to face.

Chu Yunyu was also not polite. Pick up the file that seals the name and identity information of the scholar and look at it carefully.

The first one is not, and neither is the second one...... The third one is not like that.

He flipped very fast, and after reading all these volumes one after another, he couldn't help but be a little dazed: many articles, handwriting comparison, none of them matched Ye Junsheng's.

What's going on?

Could it be that Ye Junsheng didn't play well and wasn't recorded?

Prior to this, Chu Yunyu had thought of countless possibilities. I don't think about it. is all because Ye Junsheng was born in recent years, and he is in the limelight, and it stands to reason that he will be able to participate in the township test. Even if you don't know the yuan, you should always be fine.

The first in the three attempts, the halo of the world's first talent on his head, and so on, how can he stumble?

I groaned in my heart, but there was no trace on the surface. So as not to be suspected by Chen Maogong, he said: "It's really good, the article is good, and the flowers are full of flowers." The quality is very good. It seems that the dispute over the solution of the yuan is inseparable, and it is bright for a while. It's hard to choose. ”

Chen Mao said fairly: "Xie Yuan has to decide, and he has to go through the Hanlin Academy." It was selected at the end. ”

Chu Yunyu said: "I naturally know this...... Well, there's still some time. How about a few more papers?"

Chen Maogong also handed over the remaining part of the file.

Chu Yunyu took it and couldn't wait to look through it. However, after reading the last one, I still can't find the familiar handwriting.

It's weird!

Could it be that Ye Junsheng really lost his level, causing him to sink into the sand?

It's not impossible.

Since ancient times, the imperial examination has been demanding, and many talented scholars have found it difficult to play their true level. Or, they have a brilliant mind and the text is not on topic, which leads to being brushed off.

The articles of the imperial examination are rigorous, and they are by no means as whimsical as poetry. Therefore, many great poets repeatedly failed in the imperial examination, and finally had to borrow wine to kill their sorrows, linger among the mountains and rivers, and complain.

The practice of human feelings is the article, and the exam, not only must have talent, but also have to wait to guess the intention. In this way, you can hit it in one fell swoop.

If Ye Junsheng really didn't make the cut, hehe, wouldn't he and His Royal Highness have a false alarm, and they were worried in vain, and some backhands were useless?

Thinking about this layer, Chu Yunyu suddenly felt a little crying and laughing.

He took great pains to block the front and back, but he always fell short, thinking that the general trend was gone, but Ye Junsheng lost his own inch.

Good, that's good.

Chu Yunyu's heart gradually became convinced.

As long as Ye Junsheng is not selected this year, if he wants to participate in the next township examination, he will have to wait for three years. Three years is a long time, enough for a lot to happen.

For example, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has successfully ascended the throne.

At that time, no matter how much Ye Junsheng jumped, he couldn't jump out of the palm of his hand. Even, after Ye Junsheng fell off the list, the gap was too big, and he was able to start immediately.

Quietly handing over the file to Chen Maogong, and after some gossip, Chu Yunyu walked away. It is necessary to inform His Highness of this matter as soon as possible, which can be regarded as good news.

......

As the night deepened, the stars and moon radiated a bright glow.

Counting the time, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and this round of the moon is becoming more and more complete.

Nishiyama Temple, backyard. The stinky monk and Huang Mengbi were all there, sitting together, but they were all silent, and the atmosphere was quite dull.

After a long time, the stinky monk couldn't help but speak: "Let's just wait?"

Huang Mengbi rolled his eyes: "Everything that should be done has been done, now there is only waiting, everyone is waiting." ”

This "everyone" refers to the representatives of various forces for 33 days.

The stinky monk said angrily: "I just feel aggrieved." ”

Huang Mengbi sighed: "Stinky monk, you can't have such a temper. When you go down the mountain, I believe your old men should also make it clear. In this world, luck can be contested, robbed, borrowed, but irreversible. If Ye Junsheng can really succeed and Hongchen becomes a god, then it is his creation. ”

The stinky monk said: "The problem is that Zhao Emei is obviously getting closer now...... And Yan Feixia, who is elusive, who knows what he's doing?"

Huang Mengbi laughed: "Nowadays, the situation is chaotic, and everyone is relying on their own ability to gain insight into this general trend of luck. Near, or far, it's a matter of position. Sometimes it's too close, and you get back into it, struggling. Besides, the variables still exist, and he, Ye Junsheng, will definitely be able to miss this year, and his luck will be reversed. After three years, the hidden dragons have become snakes. ”

The stinky monk nodded again and again when he heard this: Don't forget, the seeds they planted before were by no means idle, and at the critical moment, they must be played.

Huang Mengbi said again: "The day after tomorrow, you and I will go to the capital to take a look and understand." ”

The stinky monk should immediately be "good".

At this time, Master Jueming, the abbot of Xishan Temple, came to meet the real person.

The stinky monk raised his eyebrows, remembering one thing, that is, when he came to Xishan Temple, he noticed a sinister aura rising to the sky from a distance, just like the breath of Yangzhou in the past, when the evil ancestor appeared. However, he then descended on the mountain to inspect, but he didn't expect to be seen by Chu Yunyu, so he made a fuss, so he had to leave for the time being.

Later, the breath disappeared, and there was no more clue.

Master Jueming replied respectfully, saying that nothing strange happened in the temple that day. After speaking, he said goodbye and left. When he went out, the master suddenly remembered that on that day, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince came to visit and ask for the luck of the world. At that time, it is necessary to perform the technique of looking at the water and calculate the qi. Suddenly, on a whim, throbbing, and cut off the ninety-nine eighty-one Bodhi Buddha beads.

However, this kind of thing is purely personal, and it has nothing to do with the weirdness that the stinky monk asked. (To be continued......)