Time is like running water, like quicksand, like a white horse passing by.
In short, time cannot be retained.
Time makes people grow old, and time is the most ruthless.
In the blink of an eye, it was half-moon scene again.
The cold winter has passed, and now Daqian has officially entered the early spring.
Spring has always been the most favorite season for literati.
There is no scorching summer, no bleak autumn wind, and no cold winter.
Yes, it's just that the willow wind blows on the face without chilling, it's the colorful flowers, it's the singing of orioles and the dancing of the swallows, it's the wild flowers that gradually become more charming, and it's the Asakusa that has no horse's hooves.
However, for Daqian literati, spring does not only mean that the weather is getting warmer, but more importantly, spring is about to begin!
The exam is held in the spring. Because the exam is in the spring, it is so called.
The examination will be held in Qiandu, and those who take the examination must have the title of Juren.
And once you pass the exam, you will be a tribute.
Maybe everyone is unfamiliar with the status of Gongshi, but as long as you go one step further and pass the palace examination, you will be a Jinshi!
And Jinluan Palace's performance is just a formality, and it will not seriously eliminate the Gongshi candidates.
In other words, once you are in high school after passing the exam, you will be so proud of your horse that you will suffer from a horse's hoof, and you will lose everything you can do in one day.
After ten years of studying hard in a cold window, in one day, he was named on the gold medal list and became known to the world.
Dare I ask how many literati in the world can resist such temptation?
Therefore, in recent days, the literati in Daqian have been working extra hard, as if they are making the final sprint for the examination.
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The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over Gandu!
In early spring, Daqian has the best scenery.
That must be Qiandu.
It's a pity that rice is expensive and living in a big city is not easy.
There is an area on Qiandu West Street called Tianqianyuan.
Here, it occupies the most prosperous area of Qiandu except the imperial palace.
Busy, revelry, and feasting.
Any word you can think of about prosperity can fit with it.
It's a pity that there are too few people who can live here.
It's not a question of whether it's expensive or not, but the house here is not for sale at all.
Only princes, nobles, or the Gonggun princes in the court are qualified to live here.
Otherwise, only His Majesty, the current emperor, decrees a reward, and God's grace is so great that he can have this honor.
To the north of Qiandu is the imperial palace.
The only place that can suppress Tianqianyuan.
It's just that the palace is not lively, on the contrary, it is a little deserted.
The most lively time of the day is probably only now.
In front of the Jinluan Palace, the young eunuch shouted in a sharp and harsh voice: "Masters, come to court!"
At this time, the sun shines down from the sky above Jinluan Hall, like golden rain falling into the sky, which is magnificent and beautiful.
The palace where the emperor went to court was called Qiande Hall.
It means that today, the emperor will be virtuous and capable of inheriting the country and the country.
Officials wearing crimson official uniforms lined up row upon row walked into the Qiande Hall first.
Then came the officials in green robes and green robes, all of whom had solemn and dull expressions on their faces.
It seems to be enduring, the last calm before the storm.
In the Qiande Hall, Emperor Renxuan, the emperor of the day, who was a master of arts and martial arts, was sitting high on a dragon chair, with eunuchs waiting on his left and right sides.
All the officials in the audience lowered their heads and remained silent.
"When there is something to do, we will start to act, but when there is nothing to do, we will retreat."
Finally, the long silence was broken by the eunuch's voice shouting salutes, and the officials couldn't help but start to get restless.
After a while, an official in crimson official uniform stepped forward and said, "I have something to report."
"Wei Qing's family, what do you want to report?"
"Your Majesty, the ice and snow have melted, the early spring has arrived, and it is time to put spring on the agenda."
When Emperor Renxuan heard this, he nodded and said, "It's indeed time."
"Then in Wei Qing's opinion, who can take charge of the examination and coordinate the many matters related to the Spring Festival?"
As the emperor asked questions, the air pressure in the entire Qiande Hall seemed to drop further, and it became extremely quiet.
"I am stupid and have no one to recommend me to. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
Emperor Renxuan just chuckled, as if he expected Wei Qing to play this right.
Then he ignored him and turned to the officials and asked, "Do you have any good people to recommend you?"
For a time, the atmosphere in the entire Qiande Hall seemed to have dropped to freezing point. Many officials even buried their heads directly, which seemed to mean that out of sight was out of mind.
"What? Aren't we all eloquent on weekdays?"
"A mere exam chief, Chun Wei, has troubled you all?"
The emperor was angry. If no one answered him at this time, something bad would happen.
Then, among the officials wearing crimson official uniforms, a certain official standing in the first row stood up and said: "I think that Hu Yan, the imperial wine sacrificial minister, has outstanding literary talent and a clear understanding of etiquette, so he should be able to take on this important task." .”
This man has gray hair on his temples and a stooped figure. He is obviously old and his voice is not loud. But as long as he spoke, all the officials in the Qiande Hall would hold their breath and concentrate.
As soon as this statement came out, before Emperor Renxuan could say anything, the officials below began to talk about it.
When Wei Qing saw this, he frowned even more. He couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "Hu Yan is still young and has insufficient experience. The examination is my top priority, so leaving it to him would be a bit uncomfortable." OK."
"What does Prime Minister Wei mean by this?"
"Since Hu Yan can achieve the position of offering wine to the Imperial Academy and has taught for many years, he has never made any mistakes. There are many talented people in the Daqian literary circle praising his reputation, which proves that his qualifications and literary talents are sufficient."
"Could it be that Prime Minister Wei doesn't want to share your Majesty's worries and doesn't allow me to offer suggestions?"
"How can there be such a truth in the world?"
When Wei Qing heard this, his face turned pale.
"Taifu Yang, don't slander anyone! Slander me!"
"You are slandering others? I, Yang Huai, half of my body is almost buried in the ground. Why are you slandering me?"
Seeing that the two of them were arguing again, Emperor Renxuan frowned and said, "Zhang Qing, in your opinion, Hu Yan is so talented that he might be able to hold a big position?"
Zhang Lang was also wearing a crimson official uniform and stood in the front row.
But compared to other officials, he seemed a little strange.
Just because her face is white and beardless, she looks slightly feminine.
At this time, when he heard the emperor's question, he replied in a slightly sharp voice: "Hu Yan has a good reputation in our Daqian literary world, and he has served as the imperial wine minister in the Imperial Academy for many years. He has never made any mistakes. I think he can take on the responsibility." This important task.”
As soon as these words came out, the entire Qiande Hall fell silent.
Zhang Lang's official position is not as good as that of Wei Qing, let alone Yang Huai, but his words released an important message that everyone in the audience found difficult to digest.
"Well, in that case, I will order Hu Yan to serve as the chief examiner of Chunwei and be responsible for many matters."
"I have only one request. This Spring Festival must be fair."
"If not, I will punish you and others."
Hearing this, Yang Huai raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a slight smile without any trace.
Wei Qing's face was livid, his expression worried, and even a little uneasy.
