On May 21st, it was passed to the main hall.
In front of Fengtian Hall, all civil and military officials stood in place, and the new scholars waiting outside Chengtian Gate entered the Forbidden City again with excitement.
At this moment, they don't know their ranking.
The twenty-seven days of mourning for the Emperor Daxing have passed, and the rituals and music can be arranged and performed.
After the five hundred and three kowtows were completed, the officials of Honglu Temple in Fengtian Hall began to read out the imperial edict.
Then comes the roll call that everyone loves to hear, starting with the top pick.
"First place in the first class, Jiangxi Qianshan Fei Maozhong!"
"First place in the first class, Jiangxi Qianshan Fei Maozhong!"
"First place in the first class, Jiangxi Qianshan Fei Maozhong!"
From inside the temple to outside the temple, the officials of Honglu Temple relayed the results one after another to the outside of the temple, directly to the ears of the new scholars beside Danxiang.
Fei Maozhong was not surprised when he heard his name. Instead, his eyes were full of shock, anxiety and even fear.
Why him? With his answer sheet, how can he be the top pick? How many people will comment carefully on the top pick's answer sheet?
Fei Maozhong knew that his answer this time was definitely unworthy, and there was only one reason: because Fei Hong was going to return the favor.
Before he even entered Beijing, he was faced with accusations: How could his nephew He De become the number one scholar? Did the emperor deliberately appoint him, or did the ministers give Fei Hong shoes? What's the intention behind it?
Unable to tolerate Fei Hong's daze, officials from Honglu Temple came and said with a smile: "Master Zhuangyuan, come into the temple to pay your respects and express your gratitude."
Fei Mao felt uneasy and did not dare to take a good look at the emperor's appearance.
Zhu Houcong smiled: It doesn't matter, I will take action.
In Zhu Houcong's eyes, there is not much difference between the number one scholar and the top three scholars, the same as the Jinshi or even the Juren.
Knocking on the door is just the first step.
"First and second, Guangdong Xiangshan Huang Zuo!"
"First and second, Guangdong Xiangshan Huang Zuo!"
"First and second, Guangdong Xiangshan Huang Zuo!"
When the voice came out, Huang Zuo's eyes almost popped out.
How can it be?
He also felt that he was not worthy. Could it be that Liang Chu was supporting him? Doesn't Your Majesty think he is a careless person?
He was very sad two days ago and suddenly felt very excited. When he entered the palace to pay homage, he remembered the bumpy journey and his eyes became wet.
"Are you Huang Zuo?"
It was very surprising that the emperor actually asked such a question.
"... I am, I would also like to thank your majesty for allowing me to take the exam. I... will be diligent and careful in my work."
He is not worried about being criticized for his talent. After all, he once had the possibility of winning three yuan in a row.
He just doesn't have much confidence in his own destiny.
Has it been transferred now?
"It's about being careful."
Huang Zuo was extremely ashamed when he heard the emperor's smiling words.
The name of carelessness is indeed in the emperor's mind.
Beside the red osmanthus outside the hall, the remaining new scholars all looked forward eagerly.
There is only one Tanhualang left in Sandingjia.
After that, only the first names of the second and third class will be read out, and the rest will only have the word "wai" after that name.
"Third in first-class, Zhang Cong from Yongjia, Zhejiang!"
"Third in first-class, Zhang Cong from Yongjia, Zhejiang!"
"Third in first-class, Zhang Cong from Yongjia, Zhejiang!"
Zhang Cong clenched his fist hard, feeling overwhelmed.
First and third!
He comes from an ordinary good family, not a noble family, and his family is not wealthy.
Among his peers, unlike Fei Maozhong, he had an uncle who had been a cabinet minister, and unlike Huang Zuo, he had a fellow countryman who had been a chief minister and was still in the cabinet.
Who recognized his talent and allowed him to join the Three Tripods?
Zhang Cong didn't know, but he knew that the three tripod armors had to pass the emperor's test.
After arriving in front of the emperor and bowing down, the forty-seven-year-old Zhang Cong touched his forehead to the ground and said: "Your Majesty has appointed me to the third place in the first class. I dare to ask for a favor."
He wanted to be bold, even if he was being watched by countless people.
If Your Majesty really intends to reform, you should appreciate your courage and courage, right?
Zhu Houcong laughed: "Oh? What kind of grace?"
"Since he is a disciple of the Emperor, I would like to ask Your Majesty to give him another name to avoid the taboo of the Emperor's name."
When he said this, Wang Qiong smiled and said: "This taboo should be avoided. I am willing to ask for it."
Zhang Cong understood that it was Wang Qiong who entered the first-class volume.
But Wang Qiong has been criticized so much, how can he actually snatch a spot in the Triple D from Yang Tinghe?
Then the emperor has changed the order!
While Zhang Cong was thinking about it, Zhu Houcong nodded, as if without thinking: "Your strategy will make all the readers convinced and respectful. In this case... the pen and ink will serve you!"
Zhang Cong raised his head expectantly and saw the young emperor who was waving his hair with his head down.
The heroic spirit between the brows, the calm demeanor, and the reserved eyes all fell into his eyes.
At the age of forty-seven, he was neither unruly nor timid anymore, so he dared to raise his head and take a good look at the emperor.
"Zhang Fujing, courtesy name Maogong, how about it?" Zhu Houcong raised his head and looked at him with a smile.
"Your Majesty, Zhang Fujing, thank you for your name and calligraphy!" Zhang Cong knelt down excitedly to express his gratitude.
Fu means to be convinced; Jing means to be cautious. Mao means talent and virtue; Gong means respect.
Not only did he have a new name, he was also given a character.
Looking at the four big characters in the imperial book, Tanhualang's popularity overshadowed the top pick and the second pick.
But who would dare to ask the emperor to name him on this occasion if he is also called cong?
Liang Chu looked at the indifferent and indifferent Yang Tinghe again, and then at the emperor who smiled gently.
What a happy day, why do you always think there will be a new storm?
Tomorrow the Ministry of Etiquette will give you a banquet, the day after tomorrow you will go to the palace to express gratitude and receive court robes and crowns, and the day after tomorrow you will visit the Confucius Temple to inscribe your name and erect a monument. The days of success and fame for the new scholars have begun.
But courtiers with clear minds all know that they are just newcomers who have just walked around the stage to warm up and are about to retreat to the outermost periphery.
His Majesty also asked all the counselors in Beijing about his plans.
I'm afraid this is a palace examination with a chance of being deposed!
Can Fei Hong, who is "going to Beijing to take the exam", "become the number one scholar" like his nephew?
It’s been a month since he ascended the throne.
There was a noise in the silence outside Qianqing Palace: no one dared to make a loud noise during the work of rebuilding the Nijing Gate, but it was still a construction site after all.
No one needs urging, everyone just wants to get the job done quickly. Working under the emperor's nose is too stressful.
Isn’t there a saying? Accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger; they are building a nest for the tiger.
After the sutra feast on the 22nd, Zhu Houcong returned here, followed by Huang Jin, Yan Song, and Liu Long.
The busy people beside the Rijing Gate suddenly stopped and all knelt down on the spot.
"Go to the Zhongyuan Hall." Zhu Houcong glanced over there, "It's hot, prepare more water for them."
"My slave takes the order." Gao Zhong, who was supervising here, responded in a low voice, and then looked at Huang Jin's back with envy.
"Your Majesty is kind and loving to the people." Yan Song flattered him with a smile, and the group went directly to the square palace between Qianqing Palace and Kunning Palace.
It will be known as the Jiaotai Hall in the future and is now also called the Zhongyuan Hall. It was originally the place where the queen received her foreign wives on certain ceremonial occasions. It also has another function: to store the emperor's seals.
There is no current queen in the palace, and the Yangxin Hall has not yet been renovated. Zhu Houcong temporarily used this place as a study.
Because the East and West Nuan Pavilions in Qianqing Palace are not big enough.
Yan Song and Liu Long were the first foreign ministers to know about the furnishings here.
In the main hall, a large map of the Ming Dynasty was hung.
In front of the imperial desk in front of the throne, there are three chairs in a circle, totaling eighteen, and there is a small desk in front of each.
Except for the row at the door, there are bookshelves behind the other two rows of chairs, which are already filled with many volumes.
Since the grand ceremony yesterday, all candidates’ strategies have been sent here.
Zhu Houcong still looked at everyone.
Yan Song and Liu Long no longer needed to give orders today. They found a chair on each side of the imperial case and sat on it to continue helping the emperor refine the arguments and arguments in the examination paper.
Simply put: cut out the nonsense and extract the key points.
How can this be a daily lecture?
Ever since they were able to serve here on the eighth day of May, they have been doing secretarial work.
Unless the emperor had questions, the questions he asked were usually about specific matters.
Yan Song would not righteously advise the emperor to study more of the Four Books and Five Classics, read and talk about history, and Liu Long was even more prepared to make no mistakes and not to take the lead.
But there is one thing that Yan Song doesn't understand: there are eighteen chairs here, what's the point?
Thinking of the Imperial Study Room of the Yangxin Palace that is being renovated... Isn't this place the Imperial Study Room now?
He didn't dare to ask more questions, but he knew that the emperor would never put eighteen chairs here just for the sake of the Japanese lecture!
