"We know each other, of course." Qi Shan was not surprised by Yu Shi Zhongcheng's reaction, and still responded with a smile, "But it's a pity that we only had a one-time relationship. I'm afraid even Master Tian can't remember it. Eight years ago, Xin Guo had a special incident During the examination, Master Tian happened to be the Zhongzheng officer for that time."
Eight years ago?
Zhongzhengguan?
Two hints made Yushi Zhongcheng react.
It's a bit impressive.
The so-called "special examination" is a special additional trial and assessment in addition to the normal talent selection activities. Zhongzhengguan is the chief examiner. Scholars can enter the official career through this opportunity. There are three assessment contents: family background, character and ability, and the most important, literary level.
The first two determine the minimum line, or the threshold for entering officialdom, while the last one determines the ceiling that one can reach in one's official career.
Censor Zhongcheng has a very good memory.
He had an impression of all the scholars selected that time, but he didn't remember that Qishan was among them. So Qishan should be one of the unsuccessful ones?
As soon as this guess popped into his mind, a look of uneasiness flashed across Yushi Zhongcheng's face - as a Zhongzheng official, it was really his fault that he missed such a big fish. Then I thought about it, now that the Xin Kingdom no longer exists, it is a good thing that Qi Shan did not become an official.
He patted his son's arm, and his son understood and helped him get up. The father and son bowed solemnly to Qishan.
"Please tell me the name of my benefactor."
Prayers for good deeds are returned one by one.
"The surname is Qi, the given name is Shan, and the courtesy name is Yuanliang."
Censor Zhongcheng murmured: "Pray for Yuanliang...Pray?"
Qi Shan's surname is too rare, so it has some impression. He vaguely remembered that there was indeed a young scholar named "Qi Shan" on the roster. He was only sixteen years old at the time and was the youngest among that group of scholars.
only--
Censor Zhongcheng lowered his eyelids and glanced at the inscription on Qi Shan's waist without any trace - if he remembers correctly, the scholar's level of inscription seemed to be - before he could search out that memory, Qi Shan Having seen through Yushi Zhongcheng's little moves, he took the initiative to speak.
"It's the middle to lower level of the sixth grade."
Censor Zhongcheng pursed his lips and said nothing.
As the clues increased, he slowly remembered some long-lost details.
At this time, his son looked at Qishan and then at his father, and interjected: "Sixth-grade Wenxin? Why wasn't he recruited by Zhengpi?"
Although the Wenxin of the sixth grade is of the lower-middle grade, and if there is no accident, there is no possibility of reaching the rank of Sangong or Jiuqing in his life, but with real materials, it is not a problem to find a small official. In the years before the fall of the Xin Kingdom, there was a shortage of talents everywhere and the standards were not high, so it was impossible not to hire Qishan.
Censor Zhongcheng didn't say anything. He glanced sideways and silently warned his son to keep silent. The son was startled by him and turned off his microphone for a minute.
After his son became quiet, he asked Qi Shan: "Who did the benefactor offend at that time?"
Qi Shan was brushed off and even a small official in a remote place couldn't get it. Naturally, it wasn't just because Wen Xin was not of a high level.
"Well, I am indeed offended."
Qishan's eyes slightly curved into crescent moons, and he admitted happily.
"Dad, who framed my benefactor?"
The son of Yushi Zhongcheng has the same temperament as his father, and is even more upright and simple than his father. As soon as he heard that Qishan was punished because he had offended talents and missed his official career, he immediately became angry. Unexpectedly, Yushi Zhongcheng not only did not answer, but also secretly twisted the flesh of his upper arm.
"Daddy——"
"Silence!" Censor Zhongcheng glanced at him.
son:"……"
"That person is not a frame-up. It's just that my handle fell into his hands. It would be better to lose the election then than to become an official and be blackmailed again." Qi Shan looked at it very openly, and there was no obvious emotional fluctuation in his eyes, as if he was talking about one more thing. Trivial matters that have nothing to do with you.
"What's the clue?" The stupid son is still upright.
Qishan suddenly smiled and said, "Yeah, I faked my background."
The silly son of the Zhongcheng family: "..."
Censor Zhongcheng, who knew part of the truth: "..."
The real clue pales in comparison to "faking one's origin". However, the Xin Kingdom was destroyed, and the "great witch" at that time was nothing. It's just that the lives of their father, son, and several relatives and friends were saved by others, so why expose others' shortcomings?
Qishan asked: "Master Tian, does he know where that person is now?"
Censor Zhongcheng didn't know what he was thinking of, and his face was gloomy.
"In Xiaocheng..."
"Xiaocheng?"
"He is now the governor of Sibao County, and his county seat is in Xiaocheng. The troops of the Geng Kingdom are pressing down on the border. He secretly colluded with Zheng Qiao, cooperated internally and externally, and captured several fortresses of the Xin Kingdom... If not, he could have lasted at least five years. A few months, maybe we can wait for a turn of events..."
Qishan said: "It's not surprising to be a villain repeatedly."
"The benefactor asked about his whereabouts because he was preparing to... seek revenge?"
Qi Shan was about to answer, but Shen Xiaolangjun's unkind voice rolled into his ears: "I am fighting the enemy bravely, and you are here chatting and reminiscing about old times?"
Shen Tang was covered in blood and came over with the Mother Sword to help dispose of the body - it was best to destroy the body and eliminate any traces to avoid other troubles - but when he saw Qi Shan chatting with someone from a distance, his fists immediately became hardened.
She feels that the person who needs Mother Sword's education most now is not the "filial son" lining up to be reincarnated, but Qi Yuanliang, who is always on the edge of OB.
Seeing Shen Tang come back, Qi Shan's eyes flashed with surprise - he knew that Shen Tang could deal with those dozen soldiers, but he didn't expect that she could move so fast even without the blessing of the word spirit.
If Wen Xin's monogram had not been able to be faked, he would have suspected that he had mistaken Wen Xin and Wu Guang.
"Of course I trust Mr. Shen Xiaolang's ability. Are those mobs your enemies?" Facing the accusation, he dismissed the accusation perfunctorily without any sincerity. He looked past Shen Tang and fell behind her, "They are all dead. Already?"
She snorted coldly: "They're all dead."
Cutting the grass and roots without leaving any future troubles.
Shen Tang flicked his wrist, and the blood on the sword was thrown to the grass blades with the force, leaving little red marks.
"What about those who were poisoned?"
"A kind-hearted person like me will naturally not let them continue to be tortured - a sword in the throat and a sword in the heart."
Make sure you never die again.
Qishan and Shen Tang asked and answered questions, and used their peripheral vision to pay attention to the several prisoners who were rescued - Yushi Zhongcheng, as the chief of the Yushitai, had a lot of contact with the Gong family of the Xinguo family. If Shen Xiaolangjun is "Gong Cheng", he shouldn't be unable to recognize him.
However, Yushi Zhongcheng did not react as an acquaintance should to Shen Tang's face. Instead, he was a little curious and surprised.
Also, a young man wearing a Wen Xin monogram can fight more fiercely than a reckless man with a bold tiger talisman, which is indeed worthy of curious onlookers.
Pray for kindness and reflect on it.
Is Shen Tang really not "Gong Cheng"?
As soon as he frowned, Shen Tang guessed what was brewing in his heart and resisted the urge to roll her eyes - she knew that Qi Shan's previous words of "I understand" meant that he understood loneliness.
If you have this time to think about it, you might as well help her bury the body.
Who knows——
Qishan decisively refused.
The reason is also nonsense.
"I am weak and timid, and I don't want to see the bloody corpse."
Shen Tang: "..."
She could only roll up her sleeves and work by herself. Qi Shan could not count on her, and the prisoners who had died for half their lives and still depended on her pancakes, green plums, and sugar candies could not count on them even more. While working, Qi Shan leaned against the tree trunk and hid in the shade and asked her.
"Shen Xiaolangjun, are you interested in going to Xiaocheng?"
