As the examination approached, the imperial court issued an edict on the 29th of the first lunar month to formally determine the examiner and co-examiners for this examination.
"On the occasion of the due date, the emperor appointed Haigangfeng, the right minister of the Ministry of Rites, and Gong Yue, the bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, as the chief examiners of the Renchen Science Examination in the eighth year of Yuanyou. Liu Chun, Zuo Chunfang, Zuo Zanshan, Fei Hong, Fourteen people including Jiang Qing, editor of Hanlin Academy, Shao Zhuang, editor of Hanlin Academy, Wang Yong, editor of Hanlin Academy, Zhang Hongzhi, director of etiquette department, Zhou Jifeng, director of official department, and Liu Wuchen, director of criminal department, are the same examiners."
In addition, deacons outside the curtain were appointed, such as the prince's young master, Zhou Peigui, a bachelor of Wenyuan Pavilion, and Xiao Yunhe, the right minister of the Ministry of Rites, to know the tribute officials and the Prime Minister Renchen's examination.
On the seventh day of the second lunar month, the principal and fellow examiners went to Gongyuan to draft and submit questions, waiting for the exam to begin on the ninth day of the lunar month. The Renchen University Competition is just around the corner, and all the students who used to wander around the major poetry and cultural gatherings in the capital have pre-exam syndrome. They take out their books and hide in the house to sharpen their skills in front of the battle.
Only the brothers Jia Cong and Baoyu acted like normal people, doing whatever they were supposed to do. Baoyu even researched a new rouge, for which he was slapped a few times by Master Zheng.
If the test hadn't started the day after tomorrow, Mr. Bao's butt would definitely be in danger.
Even on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, Jia Cong was still busy at the Ordnance Research Institute for most of the day. In the end, officials from the Ministry of Industry forced him to go back and prepare for the exam.
After Lin Ruhai returned home from the Yamen at night, the first thing he did was to call Jia Cong and Baoyu to him and give them repeated instructions.
"Old Guo Ge always seeks stability. Brother Cong, don't be too sharp when writing policy questions. Remember what your teacher said in the letter, and win this stepping stone steadily. As for Baoyu..."
Lin Ruhai really didn't know what to say to this child. Unexpectedly, Baoyu became smarter and said decisively: "Uncle, don't worry, I know, I will scold those national thieves and corrupt officials!"
Uh~
"Remember not to curse too much."
According to Lin Ruhai's guess, given the habits of Guo Peigui and Hai Gangfeng, most of the policy questions they will try will still fall on official governance. The focus of the imperial court in the next few years is to seek change, and the first priority of reform is the administration of officials. This is the conclusion reached by the Central Committee after several discussions.
Today's university competition is to prepare talents for reform, and the test questions are nothing more than three points, administration, economics, and law.
If he was the one taking the exam this time, it would be economics. If the Minister of Punishment was the one taking the exam, it would be the criminal law. Guo Peigui and Hai Gangfeng both came from the Metropolitan Procuratorate, so the bias of Ce Wen is quite obvious.
Sure enough, after completing the exams on the Four Books and Five Classics, as well as the essays, edicts, and judgments in the first two sessions, on February 15th, there were five policy questions in the third session, three of which were about the selection of officials and the administration of officials. The remaining two are one for economic affairs and one for border security.
"Since the past, the method of employing people has been through rural selection in the Zhou Dynasty. In the Han Dynasty, there were subjects such as virtuous and filial brothers. In the Sui and Tang Dynasties, subjects were first established to select scholars based on literature and art. Which generation's method is the best?"
"When employing people in our dynasty, there are the imperial examination orders, the selection of governors, and the tribute of talents. Which of the three is the best and can be carried out? If you are responsible for the selection and assessment, each dynasty has its own method, and the details can be known Have you heard about it? Can you apply it to today? I would like to hear what it says."
"Rituals, justice, integrity and shame are the four dimensions of a country; if the four dimensions are not open, a country will not have a general..."
As expected, Mr. Lin has thoroughly studied all the key players, and the accuracy of this guess is incredible!
Jia Cong could already imagine Baoyu slapping ink and scolding the Duke's paper. "Second Master Bao, please send me some sub-questions. Don't miss it."
"The answer is: The governance of a country is based on morality, and it is seen in merit. Virtue is the foundation of politics, and merit is the effect of respect and governance. Therefore, the richness of folk customs lies in education, and the conduct of official governance lies in strict discipline. Try The promotion of scholarly morale lies in the revitalization of schools..."
The questions in the current examination are really handy for Jia Cong. Whether it is government affairs, economy, or border security, he can say that he has experienced it personally in the past two years.
Rectifying the south of the Yangtze River, opening up the sea, and pacifying the Japanese invaders perfectly corresponded to these three major events. He didn't use many of the candles distributed by Gongyuan. When the five questions and answers were finished, it was estimated that others had not even finished half of them.
On February 16th, just after noon, the gate of Gongyuan was slowly opened. Jia Cong hung the examination basket on his body and walked out with Baoyu on his back.
The examination was in February, and there was a sudden heavy snowfall last night. Even if there was a brazier for warmth, the tail of winter still knocked Mr. Bao down in the examination room.
However, he still insisted on finishing the five questions. Bao Erye trembled and told Jia Cong the reason. He never wanted to go to the gate of Gongyuan again in his life. This was more terrifying than hell!
The doctors in the city were almost never idle. The heavy snowfall last night made at least 30% of the candidates sick from the cold. Jia Cong himself also felt that his nose was severely blocked. As soon as he returned home, he was thrown into a big wooden barrel by Master Pardon. After washing, I wrapped myself in a quilt and drank a bowl of soup.
When he woke up with an empty stomach, Jia Cong was served hot meat porridge during the Spring Festival. Jia Cong had three bowls of meat porridge before he felt completely alive.
"Second sister, how is Second Brother Bao?"
Yingchun soaked the handkerchief, wiped the remaining rice and meat residue on Jia Cong's face, wrapped it in the quilt again into a rice dumpling, and then talked about Baoyu's situation.
"The imperial doctor gave me an injection and some medicine. I just heard from Sister Yun that I sweated last night and it will be fine if I take the medicine for a few days."
Jia Cong sat cross-legged on the bed wrapped in a quilt and shouted out the door: "Uncle Eleven, go inquire about Mu Congying and He Chong and ask someone to send some tonics."
Jia Shiyi outside the door responded and went to make arrangements. Jia Cong muttered: "I dragged He Chong and the others to work at the Ministry of Household Affairs until the day before the exam. If they don't do well in the exam this time, Mr. He will kill them." mine."
"Don't worry about this. Sister Bao asked someone to ask. He Shangshu said that Mr. He answered well. Brother Cong, don't worry about other people. It's time to take medicine!"
Daiyu walked around the screen, and Zicuckoo behind her was holding a tray, a bowl of soup, a bowl of tea for gargling, and a small plate of plums on top.
Yingchun made way for Daiyu to sit at the head of the bed, and smiled as she watched Daiyu bring the decoction to Jia Cong.
I saw Daiyu scooping up a spoonful of soup, opening her mouth slightly and blowing on it, then handed it to Jia Cong, who was frowning, and said in an unquestionable manner: "Brother Cong, be good, come on, open your mouth..."
Before he even took the drink into his mouth, Jia Cong felt his stomach churn.
Thirty years in his two lifetimes, what he fears most is drinking dark, bitter soup. Seeing that the spoon was getting closer and closer to his lips, he subconsciously moved his buttocks to hide.
Jia Cong shook his head repeatedly: "No need to drink, I'm already fine. Sister Lin, I'm in good spirits now, I really don't need to drink medicine..."
Daiyu tilted her head and looked at Jia Cong, as if she was really confirming Jia Cong's condition. Finally, she took back the spoon she handed out a little, which relaxed Jia Cong's tense nerves.
"If your face is rosy and you don't look like you are still sick, then you won't take any medicine. I'll ask the kitchen to prepare a meal for you. Whatever you want to eat, I'll ask the kitchen to prepare it in advance..."
Hearing Daiyu's words, Jia Cong was overjoyed and finally escaped.
In addition, Gongyuan has not eaten well these days and is quite hungry for meat. So I moved forward and prepared to start naming the dishes.
Unexpectedly, Daiyu suddenly took advantage of the moment Jia Cong opened his mouth and poured a spoonful of soup into it. Steady, accurate and ruthless, she has long understood Jia Cong's temperament as the two have battled wits and courage over the years.
How is it possible to avoid taking medicine? The imperial doctor said that even if the wind-chill syndrome seems to be cured on the surface, it must be properly prevented and treated.
After being suddenly attacked and given a spoonful of bitter soup, Jia Cong felt the extreme pain rush from his throat to his forehead. He immediately closed his eyes tightly, frowned and shrank into a ball.
At the same time, he started to get under the quilt, but Yingchun, who came to help, grabbed his neck and made him unable to move.
"Ah, ah, ah, Sister Lin, you lied to me again! Second sister, let go, it's coming again~"
Ren Jiachong struggled hard, but Yingchun had already prevented him from escaping from drinking the medicine, and wrapped him in a quilt "warmly" into a rice dumpling. Uncle Yongfeng, who was highly skilled in martial arts, was now like a kitten without his claws. The more he struggled, the more he struggled. The two girls became more and more interested.
"I won't drink, won't drink, won't drink..."
Jia Cong turned his head away and refused to open his mouth. Daiyu sighed, took a plum and handed it to Jia Cong's mouth: "Then eat a plum first to get rid of the pain..."
This is acceptable……
"Hey! Sister Lin, you lied to me again!"
Without eating the plum, another spoonful of soup was poured into his mouth.
Daiyu picked up the plum again, while Jia Cong stared at the spoon in her other hand, but the bitterness in her mouth made her urgently need a plum, so she finally took a gamble.
Unfortunately, he made the wrong bet again!
Finally, Daiyu and Yingchun worked together to coax a whole bowl of decoction into Jia Cong's mouth with three plums.
Waiting for the bowl of soup to be eaten, Lord Jia hugged the small plate of plums and huddled in the corner of the bed, feeling aggrieved.
The aggrieved look of being ravaged made Yingchun and Daiyu laugh.
The maids on the side were all trying hard to suppress their laughter. Uncle Yongfeng, who was not even afraid of Japanese pirates and Tatars, was actually afraid of drinking medicine. Every time he was given medicine, it was like fighting. Fortunately, there were still people in the mansion who could control him. people.
The examination was very mentally draining, so the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor also had a calming effect. Jia Cong thought about it for a while and then fell asleep.
Seeing that Jia Cong's problem was no longer serious and Yingchun was still busy helping Wang Xifeng with housekeeping, he gave Daiyu some advice and left.
Daiyu sat on the bedside, pinched Jia Cong's face and smiled, holding a travel journal and flipping through it slowly.
After the two maids heated up the stove, they hid outside and waited. In the quiet environment, Jia Cong seemed to smell a familiar fragrance while sleeping.
He crawled and crawled in his dream, searching for the source of the fragrance. Finally, I found a big white radish that exuded a delicate fragrance. I was so tired from climbing, so I wanted to take a rest first.
In the dream, Jia Cong hugged the big white radish and rubbed it with his face. It felt so slippery. Then he fell asleep peacefully with the big white radish as his pillow.
Daiyu saw that the sleeping Jia Cong suddenly moved, his hands and feet moving around restlessly. She originally wanted to cover her with a quilt, but Jia Cong suddenly crawled over, hugged her legs and rubbed her face, while muttering about the big white radish that was so fragrant and slippery...
You are the big white carrot!
Even though Jia Cong was asleep, his hands were very restless, groping for a comfortable sleeping position, and finally he hugged Daiyu's waist and slept soundly with his head on Daiyu's thigh.
From time to time, she would rub herself into Daiyu's arms, causing Daiyu to blush and feel a little at a loss.
Seeing that Jia Cong had moved to the edge of the bed, she was worried that Jia Cong, who was restless in his sleep, would fall off the bed. She wanted to call the maid to come in to help, but she finally held back.
Oh, forget it, after all, we have hugged each other and kissed each other, we will eventually become husband and wife...
When she thought of the word husband and wife, Daiyu felt that her face, neck and even her whole body were extremely hot.
She bit her lip lightly, glared at the sleeping Jia Cong, struggled to take off her shoes, slowly moved Jia Cong, got on the bed, and got into bed herself.
Daiyu sat up against the pillow, placed Jia Cong's head on her thigh, pinched the corners of the quilt for him, and gently pinched Jia Cong's face with her hands.
"I'm taking advantage of you, little fat man!"
Then he put the travel notes aside again and continued to read slowly.
While Daiyu was slowly immersed in the weirdness of the travel notes, Jia Cong, who should have been asleep, secretly opened his eyes a crack and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
But he quickly closed his eyes again, his hands holding Daiyu's waist tightened, and his head rubbed against Daiyu's abdomen...
The fragrance was pleasant, Jia Cong greedily enjoyed this moment, and finally fell asleep again. The room remained quiet until lunch time.
Zijuan originally wanted to come in and see if her girl had any instructions, but unexpectedly after walking around the screen, she saw Daiyu and Jia Cong on the same bed, leaning on the pillow and falling asleep.
And the future uncle was holding his girl in his arms, sleeping soundly with his head on the girl's thigh. The two of them were leaning on each other, without any concern about the difference between men and women.
Xueyan looked frightened when he saw Zijuan was still motionless. She was about to step closer and give a warning, but after glancing into the inner room, she covered her mouth with her hand and widened her eyes.
After the two people came to their senses, they quietly returned to the outside. Then the two exchanged opinions in a low voice, closed the door gently, and stood outside to hold the door for their girl.
Alas, it’s true, girl, if the master finds out, he will not be able to chop the third master with a sword!
In fact, the two of them were overly worried. Mr. Lin wished that the two children could love each other for a lifetime, and the closer the relationship, the better.
As for the stereotypes and customs, what's wrong with childhood sweethearts sleeping next to each other after being engaged for so long?
Mr. Lin has already discussed with Mr. Sheda that they will get married when Daiyu gets married. If Jia Cong wants to serve as an official in the future, it will be convenient for Daiyu to keep an eye on this restless boy.
…
With only more than ten days left before the examination results were released, Jia Cong was forced by Dai Yu to drink three doses of decoction, and finally he was free.
However, he didn't plan to go out and was tired of being around Daiyu. The two of them stayed together until February 29th, the day when the results of Yuanyou's eight-year examination were released.
A total of 2,122 candidates took part in the Jinke Examination. Upon request from the Ministry of Rites, the emperor decreed that the top 350 candidates should be selected as Jinke Tributaries, and a list would be posted outside the Gongyuan.
Today is not a holiday. Mr. Zheng took special leave and insisted on taking Baoyu and Jia Cong to the Gongyuan to look at the results.
As for the Pardon Master, he was playing a lifting game with his sweet granddaughter.
What announcement? Oh, I know how to release the rankings, so just release them. Publishing the rankings is not as important as playing with your good granddaughter. Besides, will the mistress fail the exam? Is it true that the Second Saint "kisses" his grandson (son)?
The only thing that needs to be considered is whether Xiao San'er can win the Hui Yuan. Master Shen is not sure about this. After all, who can go to the competition test has no real ability.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, high, high..."
Mr. Pardon, who had just become a little interested in his son, heard the urging of his good granddaughter. In a blink of an eye, he threw his son into a corner and continued to play games with his granddaughter...
There were too many people outside the Gongyuan, making it difficult for the carriage to move forward.
Master Zheng not only brought Jia Cong and Baoyu, but also Jia Lian, Yingchun, Tanchun, Jia Huan, Xiangyun, Daiyu, Xiao Xichun and Xiao Jialan also came by car, wanting to see the posted emperor's photos as soon as possible. List.
"It should be almost time..."
As soon as Mr. Zheng said half a sentence, the gate of the Gongyuan slowly opened, and then the gong rang, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites walked out under the protection of the imperial army, holding several volumes of imperial lists.
The officials who were noisily discussing became quiet one after another, and their eyes slowly moved along with the footsteps of the officials holding the imperial list.
Mr. Zheng looked closely and saw clearly the official who was presiding over the release of the results. Perhaps in order to relieve the tension in his heart, he introduced to everyone: "It's Xie Jin, the doctor of the Qingli Department of the Ministry of Etiquette..."
But soon he no longer had the intention to introduce, because the gong sounded again.
The list is about to be released!
Xie Jin handed over his hands towards the imperial city and loudly announced: "The examination results for the eighth year of Yuanyou have been completed. According to the decree, the top 350 candidates in this exam will be selected as tributes..."
Monthly ticket recommendation ticket
Oops, it's over the line again, so I have to delete some parts... I'll wait until I learn how to get off the bike.
I’ll stop coding here tonight and continue tomorrow. good evening!
(End of chapter)
