The Yuesheng Tea House is very lively. There are so many people waiting for the results to be released. There is only Lin Ting in high school. Plus he is the son of the Imperial Academy Jijiu, so he will naturally get different attention from others.
"Brother Lin, we are not allowed to visit the Imperial Academy today. We can only find another opportunity later and say goodbye."
Zhang Zhou proposed to leave at the right time.
This group of people are all classmates or friends, waiting for the announcement of results together. He is always an outsider and there is no need to join in the fun.
Lin Ting said with a proud look on his face: "Bingkuan, you don't have to leave. Wouldn't it be nice to stay here until the results are released? Let's talk about poetry..."
Obviously, Lin Ting wanted to ask who wrote "Huanxisha", which made his sister famous.
Zhang Zhou smiled and said: "I don't live in the Imperial College permanently, and the news after I win the exam will not be sent here. I won't bother you here anymore and say goodbye."
Apart from Lin Ting's brother and sister, it seems that no one else can get along with Zhang Zhou, mainly because Zhang Zhou's identity and status are now too intimidating.
But no one ever tried to curry favor with Zhang Zhou.
It can only be said that they... still don't know what Zhang Zhou can bring to an ordinary person.
Or they feel that they can wait until the results of the rankings are released, and there is no need to curry favor with anyone yet.
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Zhang Zhou went downstairs and Lin Ting saw him off in person.
After seeing Zhang Zhou leave in a carriage, Lin Ting turned around and thought about greeting the people who came to tell him the good news.
"Mr. Lin, your Jinbang High School will definitely be crowned Dingjia in the imperial examination."
The person who came to announce the good news from Shuntian Mansion said beautiful words.
Someone has been sent in to notify the people in the Lin family's house, and they have come over with reward money. A group of people are greeting them.
After the greetings, Lin Ting did not forget that there were still people waiting with him for the release of the results, and went back upstairs to continue waiting with them, but now the topic was basically about the tributes in Lin Ting.
"...The same goes for Zhang Bingkuan. If he waits here, wouldn't it be an insult to him?"
Finally, some people couldn't help but criticize Zhang Zhou.
Lin Ting said: "Bingkuan is right. He has a mansion in the capital. If the yamen wants to send good news, it will be sent directly to the mansion."
This is a bit hurtful.
The same people are promoted.
Zhang Zhou was able to settle down in the capital, but they even had to live in the dormitory of the Imperial College and had to squeeze in with others. Some of them couldn't settle down in the city with their families, so they had to move their wives and children to private residences outside the city. The arrangement and treatment vary greatly.
"Who knows how to do things?"
Someone spoke with a hint of sour jealousy in their tone.
Someone else said: "He is an alchemist but not a scholar. He understands that even if he waits for the results to be released, he will not be able to wait for the results. That's why he came to Beiyong today. I'm afraid he has no ulterior motive. It has something to do with the previous tribute selection!"
"In this world, if you have talent, it's better to make progress on your own."
Even if he wasn't scolding Zhang Zhou, it was almost like a public criticism.
Look at Zhang, you failed the Jinshi exam and came to the Imperial College on the day the results were released. It must be because you passed the selection by paying tribute and wanted to use the tribute to enter the court.
To say you have no talent is putting it mildly.
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener, Lin Ting, was intentional.
Lin Ting thought to himself: "My father said that Bingkuan came first in the tribute selection and wanted to become an official. Could it be that he knew that he had no chance to become a Jinshi? He would do this on such a special day when the results were released. Coming?"
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The Lin brothers and sisters were called back by someone sent by Lin Han before they could wait until the end.
Lin Tingzhong's Jinshi should also tell Lin Han the good news as soon as possible.
However, when the siblings arrived at the official residence where Lin Han lived after the Imperial Academy, they did not see Lin Han himself. They were told that Lin Han was meeting someone from the Ministry of Etiquette.
"In this examination, more than 70 students from Beiyong Kingdom were selected. The Ministry of Rites sent people to commend Lin Shilang for his academic achievements. Mr. Lin, from now on, you must serve as ministers in the same court as Lin Shilang!"
Everyone who sees Lin Ting must congratulate him.
Lin Ting took his sister outside the courtyard where his father received guests, and happened to meet people from the Ministry of Rites leaving. When Lin Ting passed by, he heard several Xuezheng and others from the Imperial College talking there: "... Huiyuan comes from Beiyong. It can be regarded as a win for Beiyong, but I don’t know if the number one scholar in the undergraduate program can also come from Beiyong.”
"Uh-huh!"
Lin Han didn't seem happy after hearing this. He cleared his throat to shut up these people.
no way.
This time, Zhang Zhou, the Huiyuan student, had his academic status in the Imperial College, but he had not received a day's instruction from Lin Han, not to mention that there was a dispute between him and Zhang Zhou.
He had made a bet with Zhang Zhou before, and he didn't lose in terms of knowledge, but he lost in Wei Feng and Old Face.
"Father."
Lin Ting hurriedly chased after him and greeted his father with a smile.
When Lin Han saw his son, he immediately felt much better. His son had won the tribute award and would soon be a Jinshi. He, Lin Han, wanted to be proud and proud.
Look... Not only can I teach students, but my son can also teach. Doesn't this make him a Jinshi?
When Liu Shun saw Lin Ting coming, he naturally wanted to flatter Lin Han in front of his colleagues in the Imperial College and said congratulations: "Mr. Lin, you are from a distinguished family. Three generations have been Jinshi. I am very happy to congratulate you."
Lin Han's father Lin Liu was a Jinshi during the Yongle period. Lin Han had nine sons. Lin Ting was the third person in his family to be a Jinshi.
Lin Han's youngest son Lin Tingji passed the Jinshi exam in the 14th year of Jiajing, and Lin Ting's son Lin Xuan also passed the Jinshi exam in the 9th year of Zhengde...
The Lin Han family has achieved "three generations, five ministers, seven subjects and eight Jinshi".
"Okay, okay." Lin Han was also very proud, stroking his beard, and was very pleased that his son passed the Jinshi examination. "Keep up the good work during the palace examination, and you must be honest and upright as an official after entering the court."
Lin Ting cupped his hands and said, "I will follow my father's teachings. I wonder, father, who is this year's Huiyuan?"
The smile on Lin Han's face suddenly froze.
You ignorant boy, just after complimenting you for a few words, you started to fly into the sky. Isn’t this a case of not opening and lifting the pot?
Brother and sister Lin Ting and Lin Yi were very puzzled. Didn't it mean that Huiyuan came from Beiyong, and the Ministry of Rites specially sent someone to commend their father's academic achievements? Why does my father have this expression when he mentions Huiyuan?
"Yeah. Come in."
Lin Han didn't want to say anything more, so he turned around and walked into the yard.
All the subordinate officials of the Imperial College followed him inside.
Lin Ting wanted to ask more questions, but Liu Shun quickly came over to stop him and reminded him in a low voice: "Don't ask, it's Zhang Zhou. Your Majesty doesn't want to mention him."
As soon as these words came out, Lin Ting's expression couldn't help but change.
He looked at Lin Yi.
I had met Zhang Zhou just now, but I didn't know that Zhang Zhou was already Huiyuan, which meant that he would serve as a minister in the same court in the future.
The purpose of Zhang Zhou coming to the Imperial College is worth pondering.
Lin Ting thought about how much unhappiness had occurred between his father and Zhang Zhou. No wonder his father would be so concerned about mentioning that Huiyuan was from Beiyong. At first, his father looked down on Zhang Zhou so much. His relationship... his father felt that his face had been damaged.
"No wonder, his talent and learning are good. Jiangnan Jieyuan, Huiyuan in the examination, just short of the number one scholar in the imperial examination." Lin Ting said with emotion.
Liu Shun curled his lips and said, "Having said that, don't mention it in front of Mr. Lin. If it weren't for Zhang Gongsheng winning the Huiyuan, I'm afraid the Ministry of Rites wouldn't have sent someone to commend him and express condolences."
"Well?"
Lin Ting was startled at first.
Then he seemed to understand something.
It is precisely because Zhang Zhou now has the emperor's trust, and because Zhang Zhou won the Jinshi as a student in Beiyong Gong, the Ministry of Rites will focus on commending Lin Han and commending his merits.
Lin Han didn't like Zhang Zhou, but the emperor did.
Lin Ting also understood why today was a good day for him to become a Jinshi, but his father still looked like this.
My father couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.
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When Zhang Zhou returned to his home in a carriage, the people gathered in front of his home had already lined up from the street to the end of the street.
When the imperial court announced Zhang Zhou's achievements before, a bunch of people came to congratulate and flatter him, but they were driven away by the royal guards. This time, there was another reason. Zhang Zhou would try to win the first prize... More people took the opportunity to build relationships. Some candidates from all over Jiangnan came to join in the fun even though they knew they did not have a spot on the gold list.
When he reached the street, Zhang Zhou had to get off the carriage and was escorted by the royal guards and surrounded by people to the door of his house.
"Huiyuan Gong is back!"
"Zhang Jieyuan! Zhang Huiyuan!"
"Get out of the way!"
The scene was lively.
When many people learned that Zhang Zhou had returned home, they pushed forward desperately. The road was already difficult to walk. Zhang Zhou almost wanted to find a pole to hold himself up and walk through the crowd on stilts.
After finally squeezing to the door of the house, I saw Jiang Dezhong and Jiang Shantong, father and son, with dozens of firecrackers hanging next to them and bright red silk hanging on the door.
Zhang Zhou thought.
How much will this cost?
"Father-in-law, uncle-in-law, what are you doing here?" Zhang Zhou looked at the two of them.
Jiang Dezhong was very proud. He grabbed Zhang Zhou's arm, raised his hand and said, "This is Duke Huiyuan of the Ming Dynasty, my son-in-law, Jiang Dezhong! The old man's daughter has married into a good family..."
Pooh!
Zhang Zhou wanted to scold him.
Do you want face?
Have you forgotten the time you incited me to divorce your daughter half a year ago? You, Lao Jiang, are becoming more and more shameless.
In front of so many people, you have the nerve to say you are my father-in-law.
"you……"
When Zhang Zhou was about to say something, the person next to him asked: "Mr. Jiang, can you set off the firecrackers?"
"Let it go! Let it go!"
"Crack!"
When the firecrackers sounded, Zhang Zhou quickly reached out to cover his ears, trying to hold back whatever he wanted to say.
Zhang Zhou ignored the people who came to hand him his name and went straight to the door. There were so many people that every step he took was difficult.
"Don't go..."
Jiang Dezhong also wanted to pull his son-in-law and let him stand beside him to make himself look longer.
But Zhang Zhou shook his hand away without politeness.
After Zhang Zhou entered, Jiang Dezhong and his son slipped in.
"Close the door, close it! It's so noisy!"
"Master, what did you say?" Jia Laoshui said loudly.
"Are you deaf? Close the door!"
With Zhang Zhou's help, the door was finally closed.
At this time, Zhang Jun and Suisui were each wearing red festive clothes and ran out of the inner courtyard. The maid could not catch up in time.
Zhang Zhou carried one in his hand and took it to the side yard, where his ears could finally be quieter.
"Xian son-in-law, what are you doing?" Jiang Dezhong still didn't quite understand what Zhang Zhou meant.
Zhang Zhou said angrily: "I'm not at home, doing this, for fear that others won't come to make trouble, right? Do you want me to move? Go out and send away the people outside."
"My dear son-in-law, this is your fault. They are all here to congratulate you on your high school. They are just guests."
Jiang Dezhong said something, when he found that Zhang Zhou looked bad.
Thinking that he and Zhang Zhou were going to do business together, without waiting for further instructions from this living ancestor, he quickly pulled his son's hand: "Did you hear that? Go out and chase them away!"
(End of chapter)
