Early the next morning, at the south gate of Qiandu.
Wei Qing, who was wearing a green shirt and a Confucian robe and a slightly low-key appearance, was waiting.
Compared with the first-generation prime minister who wore crimson official uniform and exuded official aura.
At this time, he was more like an old Confucian scholar.
In other words, this prime minister of Daqian never forgot his identity as a scholar from beginning to end.
For this reason, his perspective on things and his method of handling things are all from the perspective of a Confucian scholar and scholar.
However, this also destined that he and Emperor Renxuan could not be united as king and minister.
In other words, he represents the interests of the vast number of scholars from poor families.
In Emperor Renxuan's eyes, he only saw the great achievements of Zhongxing Daqian.
After a long time, the spring breeze blew against my face, like a willow tree. Not only was it not cold, but it made me feel extremely comfortable.
An old man of about the same age, but with a more haggard appearance, walked over surrounded by his attendants.
The person who came was none other than Emperor Renxuan.
However, compared to his majestic appearance in the court, Emperor Renxuan at this time looked more like an ordinary old man.
As an emperor, he can naturally control his own momentum freely.
As long as he wants to, he can be an ordinary farmer in the fields, a general who fights on the battlefield, and he can be a peerless emperor who will be recorded in history for thousands of generations.
It’s just momentum, what can’t be done?
"I haven't left the palace for a long time and have been delayed for a while. How long have Wei Qing been waiting?"
"Back to Your Majesty soon."
"Then let's go and see Huainan, which is said to be magical."
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Huainan City!
Shen Mansion.
Logically speaking, the palace examination gold list has been announced a few days ago.
It just wants to spread to Huainan, it still takes some time.
These long days were undoubtedly the greatest torture for Shen Gui.
With him were Zhou Huai, the largest grain merchant in Huainan, and several merchants who cooperated with Feihong.
At this time, everyone's eyes were filled with delicious food.
They don't have the slightest appetite, more of a desire to see through.
After all, the news that will determine their family's fate may arrive within a day or two.
Boom, boom, boom!
At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the house.
All the members straightened up one after another, with joy on their brows. However, when they turned around to look, their faces inevitably showed disappointment.
The person who came was not the "newsman" who announced the good news, but an old acquaintance of everyone - Mr. Sun.
The Sun Mansion and the Shen Mansion are adjacent to each other. Ever since Mr. Sun visited the Shen Mansion for dinner last time, the two families have had frequent contacts and are considered to be closely related.
But, what is Yuanwai Sun doing here at this time?
Everyone looked puzzled and puzzled.
However, facing everyone's surprised looks, Sun Yuanwai ignored it and went straight to the table.
This table of delicious food made even him, who has always been picky about food, salivate and drool, wanting to taste it.
"Everyone, why are you ignoring such a precious delicacy?"
"If you want to eat, just eat it yourself. I'll wait until you're hungry." Zhou Huai said absentmindedly.
After hearing this, member Sun started eating by himself.
While eating, he commented: "This dish is good, maybe it's from Feihong Restaurant, right?"
"You Feihong shareholders are well treated. You can sit at home and enjoy a table of delicacies cooked by Chef Sun."
Although Feihong Restaurant has launched a takeout service, not everyone can eat the dishes cooked by Sun Huaimin.
After all, Sun Huaimin only has one person, and the number of dishes he can cook every day is limited, so he naturally has to limit his purchases.
Even members other than Sun Huaimin can rarely taste Sun Huaimin's craftsmanship.
Seeing that no one paid any attention to him, Mr. Sun could only sigh and said helplessly: "Don't wait, there is no good news."
Hearing this, everyone frowned, and some even scolded: "Young man named Sun, don't talk nonsense. You know a lot about scholars."
"Although it is a matter for scholars, why can't I understand it?"
"My relatives in Qiandu wrote a letter a few days ago, saying that this year's Spring Festival is very difficult, and even some long-established northern talents have lost their fame one after another."
"Those of you, I'm afraid, don't have much hope."
After hearing this, the scene suddenly fell into a long silence, and the sound of Mr. Sun eating and drinking soup became more obvious.
"Impossible! Over the past few days, Quanzi has clearly told me that I have made great progress, and being named on the gold list should not be a problem." Someone retorted with indignation.
"Yes, whether it's stereotyped writing, poetry or strategy, Quanzi is very confident and has tried it three times in a row. He has rich experience. How can he be so famous that he has fallen behind?" someone agreed.
Member Sun shook his head and said, "You guys, you really don't shed tears until you see the coffin."
“Aren’t the differences between the North and the South clear enough over the years?”
"Most of the places on the gold list are taken by candidates from the north."
"And this time it's even harder. It's difficult even for candidates from the north to get on the list, let alone your children."
As soon as these words came out, everyone outside felt that their hearts were cut by knives and their chests were stabbed by needles.
However, there was no reply.
After all, what Yuanwai Sun said was indeed true.
Over the years, it has become a consensus that the Daqian literary world is strong in the north and weak in the south.
This impression is even more deeply ingrained in their minds.
No matter how strong my children are, can they still be better than the candidates from the north?
"Let me tell you, you are all old brothers, why do you need to be like this?"
"What's wrong with us doing business? I'll just get a lot of looks from you on weekdays."
"But we have money, we can eat whatever we want and buy whatever we want!"
"In comparison, those officials seem to be superior, but how can they be as comfortable as me?" Sun Yuanwai comforted him.
However, no one present took these words seriously.
Some people even looked at him coldly.
That being said, if your Sun family produces a Jinshi, you will probably be more happy than anyone else, and you will definitely be able to beat gongs and drums, and carry lanterns to announce the news from door to door.
"Where did your information come from? Is it accurate?"
"Hey, my distant relative works as an errand in the palace! You are the eunuch in front of the palace!"
"Although we haven't kept in touch much over the years, our friendship is still there."
"Isn't it easy to spread the news?"
"Besides, I paid for this news. How can you lie to me as a relative?"
As soon as these words were spoken, all the members were completely disheartened.
To be honest, the eunuchs in front of the palace were already figures beyond their reach.
The news spread by this kind of people is 80% not false.
"It seems that the dog is still unlucky. That's all. Let's do it again next year." Someone sighed, his words full of helplessness and sadness.
There are also people who are not convinced, but still have a bit of hope, saying: "I don't think so!"
"The children can at least get a Jinshi. This is what Gu Shijun promised us."
Hearing this, the eyes of all the members shone brightly, dispelling the gloom.
However, when member Sun heard this, he snorted coldly and showed disdain.
