"Old man, hurry up and post it!"
"Yes, you post it! Everyone is waiting!"
"Please, post it quickly!"
Outside the Zhuque Gate, Wuyangyang's candidates and their families were anxiously waiting for four officials from the Ministry of Etiquette to post their results.
The old official who was urged in every possible way puffed up his beard and stared, wanting to shout, "What's the hurry!"
However, he also understood the anxiety of these candidates, so he silently sped up his movements, dipped a brush into the paste bucket, and began to post the list, still from back to front according to their scores.
"Two thousand five hundred, Duan Zhiren from Feizhou!"
As soon as the list was posted, there were Jinshi regiment guys in the front row shouting out their rankings.
In the crowd, a student burst into tears and hugged his classmates as they cried.
"Two thousand four hundred and forty-nine, Yongzhou..."
"Two thousand four hundred and forty-eight..."
The dozen or so Jinshi troupe guys in the front row have already experienced this, and they take turns singing the list of names in a very regular manner, with a certain distance between them, without interfering with each other, and without stopping for a moment.
Outside the Zhuque Gate, in the Xingdaofang Restaurant, Pei Jing, Qiu Jinghuan and other noble sons of Chang'an were drinking while listening to the chants coming from the street below.
"Are you nervous?"
Pei Jing leaned against the window edge and suddenly asked.
"ah?"
Qiu Jinghuan was startled, then subconsciously sat up straight and hesitated: "If you say you're not nervous...that's a lie."
For the eldest son of a noble family who is destined to inherit the title in the future, entering the academy means that he can continue to maintain the lintel of a prince, and will not be like some down-and-out nobles who sell their ancestral properties and rent their ancestral homes to make ends meet.
For the second sons in the family, the significance of entering the academy is even greater - they cannot inherit the titles of their fathers and have to find another path.
"Su Zi once said that the way of heaven is ruthless and all things compete for life."
Pei Jing held the crystal clear white jade wine glass and said calmly: "Those who can participate in the preliminary examination of the academy are all elite students selected from thousands of states.
There are also the best peers from the Ministry of War, Hu Shang, Xi Jing, various countries in the Southern Zhou Dynasty, and even the Huangren tribe.
However, in the initial test, if ten thousand people exceed five thousand,
In the re-examination, 5,000 people passed 2,500.
In the end, the score of 2,500 exceeded 6 or 700.
Every step is stepping on other people's bodies.
How cruel, how cruel, how... heartless. "
Pei Jing's words caused silence in the box, and all the noble boys fell silent.
"Our grandfathers and fathers stepped on mountains of corpses and seas of blood to usher in the title of nobility."
Pei Jing said softly: "The same goes for us.
Already, there is no way to go back..."
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three hundred,
Two hundred people,
One hundred people...
As the lists were posted on the notice board, the candidates either burst into tears or were overjoyed.
The crowd dispersed a little, and Zhai Yiming lay on the notice board, frantically searching the list repeatedly for his own name, "No, no... why is there no..."
Yang Yu and Ji Linglang, who had already confirmed that they had passed the test, frowned slightly and didn't know how to comfort them.
Song Shaoyuan, who was also not on the list, stood aside with a dull face.
"Fourth place, Xiangzhou, Yong Hongzhong!"
"Third place, Chang'an, Pei Jing!"
"Second place, Youzhou, He Fanshuang!"
"First place, Zhenzhou, Li Ang!"
The eyes of the Jiangnan Dao students were instantly focused. Li Ang took a deep breath and took a step forward, "Brother Song..."
"The sun rises,"
Song Shaoyuan forced out a lonely smile, "I'm fine..."
Li Ang pursed his lips slightly. The re-examination papers were difficult for those who didn't know them, but not for those who could. He wanted to comfort Song Shaoyuan, but he didn't know what to say.
"It's okay, let's go."
Song Shaoyuan coughed lightly, a sunny smile reappeared on his face, and patted Li Ang on the shoulder, "Risheng, you came first in the retest. This is a great thing. You should not get drunk tonight."
"...good."
Li Ang could only nodded.
Other students from Zhenzhou helped Zhai Yiming, who was squatting on the ground in despair. The latter stood there, staring blankly at the notice board without his name. The muscles on his face twitched slightly, and he finally held back the tears that were about to flow from his eyes.
Zhai Yiming, whose eyes were red, sniffed, turned around, pretended to be strong and smiled and said: "Yes, Risheng won the first place in the re-examination, which is the pride of our Taozhou.
Don’t leave tonight, everyone. You won’t come back until you’re drunk. I’ll cover all the drinks! . "
The students from Zhenzhou, Xiangzhou and Xuanzhou shouted hello. They refused to be led by the Jinshi regiment men and walked towards the Yanshoufang Restaurant along the way they came.
Tap tap tap.
Pei Jing and others also walked out from upstairs. The two sides looked at each other, and Pei Jing nodded distantly towards Li Ang.
As before, the noble boys were going to the Red Mansion in Changlefang, in opposite directions.
The two groups passed each other and were about to part ways.
Squeak——
The Suzaku City Gate was pushed open, and a man with a mustache in a robe, holding two books in his right hand, stood behind the door.
"Mr. Yang Yu?"
"Xi Siye?"
The noble boys were astonished.
Xi Yangyu stepped out of the Suzaku Gate, nodded to Pei Jing, Qiu Jinghuan and others, and said leisurely: "Is Li Ang of Zhenzhou here?"
"Um?"
The students from the three states all stopped. Li Ang frowned slightly and turned to look at Xi Yangyu.
Siye...is that the position in the academy second only to the Mountain Chief and the Jijiuer?
Any Si Ye has Zhuxiao Realm, or martial arts master level strength equivalent to Zhuxiao Realm.
"That's the disciple."
Li Ang stepped out of the crowd and cupped his hands towards Xi Yangyu.
So similar...
The corner of Xi Yangyu's mouth under his mustache twitched without leaving any trace, overlapping Li Ang's figure with the person named Pu Liuxuan in his memory.
Even though the two don't look alike,
But he is also from Zhenzhou, he is also young and energetic, he is full of confidence, as if he has the whole world under his control.
Also so...annoying.
"Recommend your academy for a tour,"
Xi Yangyu resisted the strong stinging and itching from his left wrist, paused, and said in a calm tone, "It's Cheng Juxiu, right?"
Cheng Juxiu, the generation who had high hopes for his studies, visited the palace.
Only a few people know that he is also a disciple of Pu Liuxuan...
Li Ang frowned slightly, "Yes."
Xi Yangyu continued to ask: "Has he used the Lingtai compass to tell your divination?"
Li Ang nodded, "Yes."
Xi Yangyu asked again, "The hexagram of yours that he sent back to the academy, is it Hanwangjuan Duijue, seven spiritual veins?"
This time, Li Ang did not answer directly, but frowned and said, "Excuse me, Si Ye, is there any problem with this?"
"question..."
The corners of Xi Yangyu's mouth rose slightly, and he said slowly and calmly: "Although Cheng Juxiu's attainments in engineering are good, he is not sophisticated enough in divination.
He only divined [Hanwangjuanduijue] and divined that you have seven spiritual veins.
But I don’t know the deep meaning behind this hexagram. "
Xi Yangyu leaned forward slightly and said calmly: "Your hexagram is a sword with a severed head."
