The gentle breeze blew into the Chui Gong Hall, and all the ministers were silent and dumbfounded, as if they were collectively under a restraining spell.
After a full breath, the deathly silent Chui Gong Hall suddenly became noisy.
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"
"What's going on? When did such a child prodigy appear in our court who is even more outstanding than Yuan Xiangong back then?"
"Gao Zhang, hey, why does this name sound familiar to me?"
"It's not surprising that this sounds familiar to you, because Gaozhang of the Yuan Dynasty of Jinke Province is the only son of Captain Gao."
Following that, Wu Shangshu pointed like a sword, pointing directly at Gao Qiu who was a few feet away.
Everyone's eyes were like knives thrust into the body of Captain Gao, who had made a fortune by playing football.
Gao Qiu stared blankly at Wu Shangshu, who was standing in the palace, stroking his long beard, and looking at the ministers who were frightened by him with a sense of accomplishment.
Completely ignoring the pair of red and green eyes, filled with envy and jealousy.
There was a buzzing in his mind. At this moment, civil and military affairs were half full of water. Gao Qiu became a lieutenant by playing football.
It was as if I saw the burned-out piece of turf in front of my ancestral grave, and it spontaneously ignited in the absence of wind.
Then blazing flames shot up into the sky, and even hot magma gushes out.
The billowing smoke that followed was even thicker and more intense than the smoke on the beacon tower.
Under the clear sky, the thick smoke twists and turns to form a five-character cursive script: Gao Jiawen Quxing...
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Lieutenant Gao's face had begun to turn red. He opened his mouth to speak, but a gurgling sound came from his throat.
The close colleagues on the side quickly held their arms to cheer him up. Otherwise, maybe today next year will be Captain Gao’s memorial day.
Not to mention that Lieutenant Gao was almost overjoyed and had a cerebral thrombosis.
Even Zhao Ji, the Hunjun of the Great Song Dynasty, who worked hard and tried to create a miracle out of thin air: "Gan Luo will be the prime minister in the 12th year, and Gao Zhang will be elected in the 11th year." Zhao Ji, the Hunjun of the Song Dynasty, was also confused.
"How is it possible? Could it be that my handwriting can be so wonderful..."
Fortunately, the official's muttering was not loud, and only Yang Jian beside him could hear it.
Hearing Yang Jian's eyelids jump, he didn't dare to delay any longer, so he quickly came closer and whispered.
"In the official family, the two policy questions written by Young Master Gao were very popular with Wu Shangshu, so he was appointed as the provincial governor."
"What did you say?!" Zhao Ji turned his head in confusion and looked at Yang Jian.
The look on his face made Yang Jian's hair stand on end.
But at this moment, he could only bite the bullet and nodded vigorously to show that he was not helping that kid Gao Zhang to brag.
Looking at Gao Qiu, who was so fond of him that he almost slapped him, Cai Jing's face was already a little distorted, and jealousy had almost made him feel separated.
"There is definitely a shady story. I swear to God, if there was no shady story here, I would have the same surname as Gao Qiu."
Unfortunately, this kind of inner roar cannot be expressed verbally at all.
However, this does not mean that he, Cai Jing, does nothing. As the traitorous prime minister of the Song Dynasty, he should do something he often does.
"Wu Shangshu, this matter is definitely not a child's play. How can a mere young man..."
Before Cai Jing finished speaking, Wu Shangshu's expression suddenly changed, and he pointed his finger at Cai Jing like a sword and shouted.
"Why, Cai Jing, do you mean that I am colluding with Gao Qiu and committing fraud on a nationally important matter such as the imperial examination?"
Seeing Wu Zhizhong's sudden outburst, Cai Jing was caught off guard and shouted with an ugly face.
"...The truth didn't say that."
"But that's what you think in your heart. It's just a villain's nature to save others with your own self..."
Being scolded as a villain by Wu Shangshu in front of him, Cai Jing, no matter how big his belly was, was provoked to the point of going crazy at this moment.
"How dare Wu Zhizhong'an do this!"
"Everything you do is seen by me. You are not a villain, how can you still be a sage?"
Wu Aiqing, who made Gao Zhang the provincial governor, and Cai Aiqing, who was extremely angry, were like two fried fighting cocks.
The Emperor of the Song Dynasty, whose mind was still confused because of Gao Zhang's incident, had a headache.
Seeing the emperor's frown, Yang Jian's face darkened, and he shouted at the town with his unusually sharp voice.
At that moment, the harsh voice resounded, causing everyone to freeze.
Zhao Ji finally found an opportunity to intervene.
"Both of you, my dearest friends, are my friends. Don't let any quarrels hurt our friendship. I will make my own decision on this matter."
"Wu Aiqing, I am also very curious about what is so extraordinary about Gao Zhang.
How could Wu Aiqing go so far as to choose him as the provincial governor? "
"Guan Jia, Shilang Chen has here the complete two policy questions of Gao Shengyuan. I would like to ask the officials to read it, and then they will know the intention of the minister."
After Wu Shangshu finished speaking, he raised his hand to lead. Chen Shilang beside him stepped forward and bowed, took out a small wooden box and handed it forward.
After the eunuch stepped forward to take it, he turned around and handed it over to the imperial case.
"At that time, I was inspecting the examination room with Chen Shilang. I accidentally saw the policy questions written by this son, and I was shocked..."
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Under Wu Shangshu's tongue-splitting lotus, Zhao Ji opened the wooden box with a face filled with doubts, revealing the Cewen manuscript inside.
With just one glance, I saw the sophisticated yet sophisticated thin golden body drawn by Gao Zhang. Zhao Ji knew that this was Gao Zhang's original manuscript.
When he saw Gao Zhang Ce Wen, his first impression was that he was still a child, and his writing was too immature and plain.
However, he seemed so frank and familiar, just like Xiao Gao's outspoken and sincere temperament, which made people smile knowingly.
But when he saw Gao Zhang's simple and unpretentious colloquial words, he pointed to the core and crux of the problem.
And after coming up with a solution to the problem, he uses a very easy-to-understand writing style to analyze the purpose and means of the solution layer by layer.
As an emperor of the Song Dynasty, he was extremely talented and knowledgeable.
Zhao Ji, an official of the Song Dynasty who inherited the legacy of his father and brother, was also willing to hold high the banner of reform.
At this moment, I couldn't help but turn red with excitement, I couldn't help but tap the table and let out a low voice.
"Okay, okay, it can still be like this..."
Seeing the officials' beaming and high-spirited expressions, a group of ministers began to whisper to each other in low voices.
It's just that everyone's eyes were fixed on the test paper, and they couldn't wait to throw their tricks at the test paper.
I want to see what Gao Zhang, the only son of Captain Gao who made his fortune by playing football, is capable of.
The unselfish and selfless Wu Shangshu favored him and actually selected this 11-year-old yellow-mouthed boy as a provincial yuan.
It even made the official, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, very excited and praised him endlessly.
But the problem is, I have never heard of anything magical about Gao Zhang in the past.
Not to mention the rumors that that boy could read ten lines at a time, had a photographic memory, and wrote like a prodigy with the help of a god.
