Grass! Although Yang Jian is physically disabled, it does not mean that he does not feel this way now.
It turns out that this examiner is none other than the examiner Chen Shilang who accompanied him in the Gongyuan this morning.
Seeing Yang Jian raising his hand in front of his stomach with an ugly expression, he couldn't help but step forward with concern on his face.
"Zhongguan Yang, what's wrong with you?"
"My stomach is not feeling well. I wonder where that hut is?"
Yang Jian, who was very angry in his heart, could only force a smile and continue his internal strategy.
Hearing these words, Chen Shilang heard this, and considering the status of this famous official, he raised his hand to lead him forward.
"I know where it is. Come on, I'll lead Zhongguan Yang there."
"Zhongguan Yang, what are you still doing? Let's go..."
Seeing that Chen Shilang walked a few steps quickly and then turned back to greet him, Yang Jian gritted his teeth with a black line on his face and hurried towards Chen Shilang.
Well, now I really feel that my stomach is getting more and more comfortable, and I really want to go to the hut.
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Looking at the simple hut in front of him, the strong smell made Yang Jian's face change greatly.
"This, this is the hut in Gongyuan?"
"Otherwise?" Chen Shilang was secretly happy when he saw Yang Zhongguan's expression, but on the surface he looked very matter-of-fact.
"And since this hut is used by the officers and patrol officers in the Gongyuan, the conditions are naturally a little worse."
"If Yang Zhongguan can endure it..., hey, hey, hey..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhongguan Yang ran towards the yard where the examiners lived and rested, clutching his stomach with a very angry look on his face.
Seeing this scene, Chen Shilang was so happy that he turned around and prepared to return to where he had just wandered to and continue to inspect the examination status of the Gongyuan candidates.
Wu Shangshu continued to walk gracefully and slowly along the path in front of the small single rooms of the imperial examination candidates.
Seeing those candidates who are focusing on answering questions, their steps will become slower and slower, and they will stop from time to time to look at the content written by the candidates in front of them.
However, in the eyes of Wu Zhizhong, who was well-read in poetry and books, was knowledgeable, and his lifelong ambition was to help the world and bring peace to the people.
The vast majority of candidates' policy questions are almost all general talk and have nothing new.
Occasionally, there are one or two candidates who have some bright spots and sparks in their policy questions, but they are all unsustainable.
This made Wu Shangshu feel more and more upset the more he looked at it, and he let out a long sigh.
They turned into a path again, and at this time, they heard a low snoring sound.
Wu Shangshu raised his head and looked at the sky with a confused expression. It was broad daylight, and all the candidates were either thinking hard or writing furiously.
When we got here, the sudden snoring sound was like a turbid current in the tribute courtyard, which made Wu Shangshu's face turn dark.
When he turned his head, he saw two legs, just resting on the wooden board specially provided for candidates to write examination questions.
"..." When he took a few steps lightly, he came to the culprit of the snoring sound.
Looking at the opponent's body as strong as an ox, with marks on his face from sleep, Wu Shangshu couldn't help but look up at the sky.
It seems that Chen Shilang is really right. Those descendants of officials with good family backgrounds come to take the exam. That is called self-confidence. This guy is really blindly confident.
However, he had to obey the stepson of the powerful eunuch Tong Guan, who was given a very small and embarrassing place like a small single room for Gongyuan candidates.
He can sleep so soundly, and you don't know whether to say that he is hardworking and simple, or that he can be content with whatever comes his way.
Wu Shangshu, who had a dark face, had not yet thought clearly about whether he should wake up this fat and strong boy, who looked like a rough martial artist, and drive him out of the Gongyuan.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another strange person, the chubby Cai Laoliu, who was copying a piece of rice paper painted like a childish painting and looking at the skylight.
This made Wu Shangshu unable to control his emotions and strode over directly.
"What are you doing?"
He saw an official wearing a royal robe with a bad expression standing in front of him.
How could Cai Laoliu, who dared to resist Cai Jingdu, the traitorous Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty, and his biological father who was holding a ruler? How could he give up?
Slowly, he put his paper, which had been blackened repeatedly because of frequent typos, on the case, and raised his neck.
"I am the Qilin son of the Cai family. Do I need to explain something to you?"
"???" When Wu Zhizhong, the Minister of Rites of the Song Dynasty, heard Cai Laoliu's words, he was completely paralyzed.
He is so obese and stupid, yet he has the audacity to call himself the Qilin son of the Cai family.
Well, Cai Jing’s treacherous prime minister is not a good person to begin with. I didn’t expect him to be able to give birth to such a stupid biological son.
How could he be so confident and boast that he was a treacherous Qilinzi?
Wu Zhizhong, who was originally filled with anger, almost lost control and almost burst into laughter.
"Okay, okay, well... you are indeed Prime Minister Cai's Qilin son. I am very optimistic about you."
Forget it, if it is a clever Cai family beast, Wu will give it a good beating.
The result is that he is such a self-righteous weirdo, so he should be left to harm his own father.
He did not add fuel to the flames, but only watched the excitement, which was already worthy of his own moral bottom line.
Cai Laoliu seemed to smile when he saw the examiner standing in front of him with a grimace before leaving.
He couldn't help but twist his lips in disdain, how could a Qilin son of the Cai family like me be able to offend such a bad old man? Are you afraid?
After feeling secretly happy for a while, looking at the mottled rice paper in front of him, Cai Laoliu couldn't help but let out a long, painful sigh.
Come on, there are indeed a little more blacked out areas, just a little more, and the examiners are not blind and can't clearly see the content of my answer.
Thinking of this, Cai Laoliu suddenly calmed down a lot, picked up his pen, and continued to start his creative creation.
Wu Shangshu walked forward dumbfounded. Not far away, he finally saw the eleven-year-old Gao Zhang, the last member of the group of powerful eunuchs and traitorous officials mentioned by Chen Shilang.
From a distance, I could see Gao Zhang writing furiously, and his expression looked so confident and calm.
It was as if he was already confident. Such an expression made Wu Shangshu feel that he had already come to check it out.
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Yang Jian, a close confidant of the official family, finally rushed into the courtyard, under the surprised eyes of the examiners and the imperial officials.
He covered his lower abdomen with his hand and rushed straight into his house with a painful expression.
"Brother, Zhongguan Yang, this is..."
"Don't you see? It must be internal anxiety."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of noise coming from inside the house.
The imperial guards who were strolling nearby all changed their expressions and subconsciously covered their noses to stay away.
In the room, Yang Jian let out a groan that sounded like pain and relief.
It looks like he really has a stomachache, hey... my pampered stomach really can't eat hard food.
After feeling comfortable in his stomach, Yang Jian slowly stood up, at this moment.
I heard a sound like a small stone falling into a barrel.
"???"
