Chapter 51 The Troika protects his beloved disciples

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Wu Shangshu couldn't help but smile with joy, and quickly saluted the officials to express their gratitude.

Official Zhao Ji helped Wu Shangshu, who was about to take charge of this year's provincial examination, to help him.

"Wu Qing, please come up quickly. As soon as the test questions come out, Wu Qing will be stationed in Gongyuan. I hope you will preside over this imperial examination well and select more talented people for the country."

"Officials, don't worry. I will work hard and don't dare to betray the emperor's favor."

Official Zhao Ji nodded with satisfaction and handed back the list of test questions to Wu Shangshu.

Xuanji asked Wu Shangshu about his views on the Jinke Provincial Examination.

As a minister with experience in taking charge of provincial examinations, Wu Shangshu would not be stingy with his words.

He bluntly talked about the difficulty of the Jinke Provincial Examination, which was the group of officials and officials who were preparing to take the other exams.

Among the candidates in today's civil service examinations, there will definitely be many officials and officials, depending on what kind of temperament and virtue those people have.

Everyone in Tokyo knows very well that by then, unpredictable things may easily happen, whether outside or inside the examination room.

The official Zhao Ji had an expression that said, "I feel sorry for you." He patiently listened to Wu Shangshu's chatter and nodded frequently.

After listening to Wu Shangshu's remarks, Zhao Ji, the emperor of the Song Dynasty, acted as a fair and strict man.

In order to ensure that this provincial examination can be completed safely and smoothly, he decided to strengthen the security work of Gongyuan.

"Furthermore, I will transfer the Imperial Guard to go directly to Gongyuan to help Wu Qing's family control the discipline of Gongyuan."

"Besides, Yang Jian..."

"My slave is here."

"I will ask you to inspect the Gongyuan at the appropriate time, so that those officials and disciples will understand that I am keeping an eye on them.

This was to prevent accidents in the provincial examination, which had an unprecedented number of officials and officials participating in it, and to destroy the discipline of our Song Dynasty imperial examination, which is an important place for recruiting scholars. "

After hearing what official Zhao Ji said, Wu Shangshu looked happy, but he felt something was inappropriate.

"Guan, will this violate the Gongyuan closed rules? After all, once the Gongyuan is closed, no entry or exit is allowed..."

Seeing Wu Shangshu's troubled expression, the official Zhao Ji smiled considerately and explained in a gentle tone.

"It's okay, I sent Yang Jian, naturally I won't let him leave halfway.

He will stay in Gongyuan and will not leave until the end of the imperial examination. In this case, he can only enter but not leave.

Not only has it avoided the possible leakage of test questions, but also avoided criticism from the government and the public. I wonder what Wu Aiqing thinks? "

After hearing this, Wu Shangshu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Official sage, since Yang Zhongguan can only get in and out, there won't be any problem."

And this time so many officials' children can take the provincial examination by passing the shady special examination.

Just thinking about the background of those disciples, coupled with the complaints made by Chen Shilang, the assistant officer of the Ministry of Rites, who was in charge of the special examination, and himself, was enough to make Wu Shangshu's scalp numb.

Fortunately, nowadays, the officials must also feel that the other's trial operation they did before is a bit unreliable.

Therefore, I decided to make up for it. With the official's close confidants entering the Gongyuan to control the situation, who else would dare to do anything wrong?

In this way, he is equivalent to having a physical-level Shang Fang sword in his hand, um... a living one with missing parts.

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Seeing Wu Shangshu beaming with joy and thanking him profusely, Zhao Ji comforted him for a while, then watched Wu Shangshu go away with a happy smile.

Yang Jian's face looked a little dark at this moment, and he looked straight at the back of Wu Shangshu.

When I thought about it, in the next three days, I might be squatting in that smelly tribute courtyard.

He stayed under the same roof for three days and three nights with a group of scholars who were always happy to look down on him as a eunuch.

Yang Jian even wondered if it was because the official family had been swayed by the old liar team before and he was still holding a grudge, so he deliberately made himself suffer.

"Yang Jian."

The sudden call from the official made him startled and he hurried forward.

"My servant is here, what are the officials' orders?"

"Give me some ink, hurry up." Zhao Ji, an official, strode to the desk, picked up the expensive purple hair pen and shouted.

Soon, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty wrote down the examination questions for this year's Jinshi subjects that he had just stipulated.

After observing with satisfaction that there were no mistakes or omissions, Zhao Ji was very satisfied that he had a very smart and excellent mind.

Yang Jian looked at these test questions in confusion and asked in a low voice subconsciously.

"Guan family, could this be..."

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." Zhao Ji glared at Yang Jian unhappily, frightening Yang Jian's heart and shut up quickly.

Zhao Ji looked at these test questions and squinted his eyes in thought.

After a long while, he whispered to Yang Jian. Yang Jian's face changed several times when he heard the official's explanation.

Not long after hearing this, he was dripping with cold sweat and could only brace himself and nodded repeatedly.

It wasn't until he took the order, left the palace gate, and walked far away that he looked back in the direction of the main hall.

Thinking of the official's instructions just now, I sighed helplessly.

Although the official didn't say anything explicitly, Yang Jian only needed to think about it with his flexible mind and easily came to a conclusion.

The officials really wanted to artificially create the miracle of "Gan Luo was chosen as prime minister in twelve, and Gao Zhang was elected in eleven."

However, no matter how the officials want to operate, as a confidant eunuch beside the officials, naturally I can only rack my brains to find a way to complete the official's entrustment.

But when I think about it, as a famous person in the official family, even if the important ministers in the court see me, they have to treat me well.

However, the officials actually asked themselves to do these things for the sake of that little kid Gao Zhang.

It really made Yang Jian extremely angry, but he was helpless.

Zhao Ji, an official, now put his hands behind his back and began to wander and think again.

This can be regarded as my best effort, and I have made preparations for Gao Zhang, his beloved disciple.

As a result, Zhao Ji felt that Gao Zhang's chance of passing the imperial examination and provincial examination was at least 80%.

If Gao Zhang was not admitted in the end, he would have no choice but to follow the example of his ancestors.

If some of the candidates who failed in the special examination take part in the palace examination, when that time comes, isn't it up to me to have the final say?

These three tricks are equivalent to a troika, protecting their beloved disciples. If you don't win the Jinshi, it's really unreasonable.

As the famous and subjugated emperor who had the most tricks in the Song Dynasty, he was very proud of his resourcefulness at this moment.

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Gao Zhang had already received the "Analects of Confucius" sent by Master Hunjun and understood the other party's hint.

For several days in a row, I slept very well. I got up every morning, went for a run, did aerobics, and played a few rounds of ball with my father.

During the day, the most I can do is take out "The Analects of Confucius" and review it carefully.

In my free time, I squatted in the backyard and watched the Gao family's servants with superb footwork and extraordinary skills playing ball there.