(I wish all book friends a happy Chinese Valentine's Day, and lovers will eventually become married!)

The seven questions were clear in my chest, and I wrote them in my heart a little, and then I wrote them in a hurry, without any sense of hindrance.

The predecessor was a bookworm, with a solid foundation, and after crossing over, he became a warlock, but he didn't put down his article homework. Along the way, they have been diligent in reading poetry and books, and they have carved meticulously.

Hundreds of thousands of hard work, test success or failure, all at this moment.

Concentrate, the mind is clear, there are no distractions, and the whole state is condensed under the tip of the pen.

Lines and rows are so standard that they appear as if they had been measured with a ruler, and they are connected into sentences, paragraphs, and lengths.

When it was an article, Ye Junsheng only felt relaxed and happy, and there was a faint breath circulating in his body, which was like a trickle, and everywhere he went, there was no discomfort.

Other scholars and candidates, racking their brains and writing articles, will shrink and weaken their spirits. But Ye Junsheng is not, but it seems to have been nourished, and his soul is strong.

He is really different from the others.

After a slight pause, blow dry the ink, set it aside, and start writing the next article.

Time passed silently through the tip of the pen, and by late evening it was getting dark.

At this time, the lights were lit up in the house.

Dinner arrived, and it was about the same as at noon, except that there was an extra piece of bread and water, and it was replaced by a bowl of noodle soup.

After dinner, Ye Junsheng did not do the question immediately, but sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and recuperating. As for the other candidates, most of them hurried to complete the essay.

......

The Beijing division at night, thousands of lights are lit up, and flowers are blooming. From afar. It has the scale of a modern metropolis.

The Forbidden City is even more brilliant. It has become the most dazzling pearl in the capital.

The Imperial Palace, the Palace of Nourishing the Heart.

Today, the saint wears a wide dragon robe. Sitting on a dragon chair, holding a book in his hand, he was reading it intently.

Emperor Hua Ming.

He was about sixty years old, his face was pale yellow, his eyes were sunken, and he looked a little old—there was no doubt that after the serious illness of the previous time, even if he had taken the elixir, the Eucharist had recovered. But mentally, it has always left a wound that is difficult to hell away.

It is a medicine with three poisons, even if it comes out of thirty-three days, it does not come back from the dead, and it is a miracle elixir of immortality. If there is, the warlocks have eaten it early, so why bother to be that immortal, relying on the people's will and the people's will, incense and mental power to increase cultivation?

And the king of a country. Being the luck of the world, I am more exquisite.

After reading a few lines of the book, feeling restless, Emperor Hua Ming put the scroll down. He said in a deep voice: "Someone." ”

Immediately a eunuch came in and fell on his knees to obey the order.

"Go to Emei Hall and invite the little princess to come over. ”

"Yes. ”

The eunuch was ordered. Hurry up and get out.

Emei Hall was lit early.

Zhao Emei, dressed in white, stood in the courtyard. Raise your head and look at it, silent.

She had just bathed. The long hair is tied up casually with a yellow silk cloth, and the robe on the body is not according to the palace system, it is still a Taoist attire, and the belt is a turn, which looks like a slender waist and a bewitching figure.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a mysterious light circulating.

In her eyes, it can be seen that the city is full of life, and it can be seen that the sky is full of blood and culture.

When his vision turned and landed in the Forbidden City, he saw a dragon's qi uncertain. However, this dragon qi is now languishing, and it has the meaning of sunset.

"Father, time is running out. ”

Zhao Emei sighed gloomily.

She has been learning Taoism on Mount Emei since she was a child, and she is detached from the body, but how can the love of blood be extinguished and ignored?

"Ninth princess, the saint is invited. ”

When the eunuch arrived, he hurriedly saluted and paid homage with a respectful attitude.

Under the emperor, the most powerful prince is the first to be promoted. But Zhao Emei's special identity should not be underestimated. In the Forbidden City, from the civil and military officials to the queen's concubines, they didn't dare to show her face.

Zhao Emei followed the eunuch to the Heart Cultivation Hall and met the saint.

"I've seen my father. ”

Emperor Hua Ming smiled and said, "Mei'er doesn't have to be polite. ”

Zhao Emei, whose milk name is "Meier". However, she felt that this name was too squeamish, and later changed her name to "Emei".

"I don't know what the father called the child to, what did he command?"

Emperor Hua Ming's eyes burned: "Mei'er, you have changed." I remember you used to talk and never call yourself a child. Good, that's good. ”

Zhao Emei was stunned and hung his head silently.

Emperor Hua Ming said: "I am extremely pleased that you chose to stay. You are my favorite child, and I really don't want to be separated from each other, not to see each other. ”

Zhao Emei sighed faintly: "I will leave sooner or later." ”

Emperor Hua Ming smiled: "What about that? By that time, I'm afraid I will have turned into a bad loess." ”

Zhao Emei's face changed.

Emperor Hua Ming said indifferently: "Life and death are fate, I have already seen it." What can't be let go is just this country, and it has to be handed over to the most appropriate person to take care of. ”

Zhao Emei said: "The luck of the country is still there. ”

Emperor Hua Ming waved his hand: "The so-called luck is all man-made." I have been fighting all my life, fighting in the south and in the north, how can there be some things that can control the world?"

Zhao Emei said: "Since my father has already foreseen, why don't you make up your mind?"

"Where is it so easy...... I only hope that the world will be peaceful, prosperous and prosperous, and there will be more talents who are useful to the community. For example, this year's township test. ”

Zhao Emei said: "The sages said: The monarch is benevolent, and the world is invincible." ”

Emperor Hua Ming showed a wry smile on his face: "Many things are easy to say, but difficult to do. The world is turbulent, the tail is too big to fall, if there is no capable person, An can return to the heart of the world. ”

Zhao Emei's expression did not move: "Those who are happy with the people, the people are also happy; ”

This is also quoted from the words of the sages.

Emperor Hua Ming smiled dumbly and quipped: "Mei'er, it seems that you can become the emperor's teacher." ”

Zhao Emei also smiled: "Father, there are many young talents in this township examination, which should be able to meet your needs." ”

Emperor Hua Ming said: "I am optimistic about a son." ”

"Who?"

"It's that Ye Junsheng. ”

Hearing this name, Zhao Emei's face was slightly unnatural, but she covered it up well and was not seen by her father.

"This son's writing is amazing, and it is rare to see. The calligraphy Danqing completed in the Yangzhou competition unit is a furrow in my chest. On the occasion of the music competition, it is also surprising that he can even play the song "General's Order". To sum up, it can be seen. Now, it's up to him to see what his article says. ”

Speaking of this, he paused and glanced at Zhao Emei: "Mei'er, in the past, Ye Junsheng did not come directly to the saint to receive the plaque, and was regarded as a madman, I originally wanted to issue an order to punish and inform the world." Do you know why I didn't do it in the end?"

Zhao Emei Yaoyao's head: "The child doesn't know." ”

Emperor Hua Ming smiled: "It's all because I know that Mei'er likes the poems written by Ye Junsheng very much, which is very rare, so I don't want to disappoint you Mei'er." ”

Zhao Emei's face turned red, and he slandered in his heart: Ye Junsheng gave up the great opportunity, turned around and went to sea, and had other plans. For him, this choice has the implication of retreating and advancing...... Cunning.

The township test is the real stage.

Otherwise, he would have encountered many more obstacles.

Even so, this year's township test is not destined to be smooth sailing. After entering the examination room, the real test has just begun. (To be continued......)