Gao Yue was forced to threaten the head of the head. He had stood up for the food and accommodation of the students of the Imperial College, and offended the Prime Minister Chang Gun. He knew that if he had no reliable help, he would definitely die in the spring of the next year. Since Liu Yan was interested in him, he simply joined Pan Yan and Liu Yan, and then thought, "I just wanted to win a Jinshi, but how could I say that I would extricate my anger from Chang Gun? Then take the head of the head of the head!"

The five questions in the spring exam were all old questions that Liu Yan had asked him, and the signals contained in it became even stronger. Gao Yue, who had taken the reassurance pill, picked up his pen and wrote diligently on the script. He wrote "Jing Jing" for a while and stopped for a short rest, and then continued to write it. Until all the five "Jing Jing" were completed, Gao Yue breathed a sigh of relief and put the pen down. He remembered that he was excited and didn't even drink tea, and his mouth was dry.

Under the west corridor opposite, Zheng Zhi's face was still not good-looking. At this time, Wu Ce was not his specialty, and this year's question was so close to practice. It is true that he is increasingly unable to understand this world and the times. Fortunately, he is talented after all, and can still deal with it.

Duke Wei and Dugu Liangqi also showed their strengths. Even Liu Deshi and Huang Shun, who were not good at consulting, have made great progress in the past year of hard training. "I am finally not neglected, thanks to the hundreds of consulting questions I have drawn for me!" After submitting the paper, Liu Deshi wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and thought so happily.

After nightfall, Chang Gun came to the Ministry of Rites on time to read the questions of his disciples. Cui Youfu, who was acting as the Minister of the Secretariat, followed him this time.

Chang Gun and Cui Youfu have always been disagreeable. They were far apart when they knew how to eat, and they didn't say a word to each other. Soon during the review process, the two started a fierce dispute over Gao Yue's question: Chang Gun picked the bones in the eggs, while Cui Youfu argued with reason, thinking that Gao Yue's current affairs were considerable. In the end, the prime minister and the acting prime minister parted in dissatisfaction, and Pan Yan stayed with a bitter face to clean up the mess.

"Jun Yun, this year's head-shaped head should be given to Zheng Feng?" Before leaving, Chang Gun said to Pan Yan alone.

"Zheng Wenming is a talented person, our company will definitely release the results impartially." Pan Yan refused to comment.

Chang Gun snorted coldly, and then threatened that as the prime minister, he had agreed to Zheng Zi's face, hoping that Pan Yan could understand his "defense". In the face of this, Pan Yan could only be timid.

But soon, someone from the Ministry of Personnel said, "Now that miscellaneous essays and poetry have been completed, the current situation has been decided, the winner has been decided, and the outcome has been decided. Don't do it, don't pay attention to Chang Gun, and just put your head on Gao Yue!"

Pan Yan could only be timid.

The entire southern province of the Imperial City to the southern courtyard of the Ministry of Rites, undercurrents have become increasingly violent.

Soon, the last sutra came.

For Gao Yue, who has been in basic education for so many years, there is no problem with posting a subject that relies solely on memory, and he is already stable.

During the exam, he secretly looked at Liu De's room next to him. This time, Liu De's room has obviously made progress and will never rely on "repeating the post with poems", but instead hid on the desk and kept recalling and reciting secretly, and then copied it on the test papers everywhere.

Gao Yue nodded with relief.

The sound of the evening bell in the imperial city came, and under the east and west corridors that were illuminated by candlelight, all the students were asked to put down their pens: the hour of You is over, and the time to hand over the paper has come.

Gao Yue, who was relieved, gently blew out the half-left candle in front of him, then packed up his luggage, cleared all the candles on the desk, and then got up surrounded by several nanny friends and walked outside the southern courtyard of the Ministry of Rites.

"Senior high school, how do you feel?" At this time, Zheng Zhi called him from behind.

Gao Yue stopped, thought for a while, then turned around and replied, "I just wanted to not be beaten to death by two hundred and forty sticks."

Zheng Zhi sighed, and then said sincerely to Gao Yue, "I don't feel good. If you can get this year's face, you are willing to do so."

"This is the country's selection of talents. How can we teach each other so privately?" Gao Yue sneered.

Zheng Zhi didn't argue. He shook his head lonely and walked away from the gate of the South Courtyard.

"He still owes us ten cents of money!" Huang Shun, the kutou in Taofen, held Gao Yue's arm and pointed at Zheng Zhi's back and reminded him.

Ten days later, the day for the South Court of the Ministry of Rites to announce the results was here. This was a day when the cold was still gone, but the big tree next to the east wall had sprouted wisps of tender buds and green branches.

Gao Yue specially wore the winter clothes given by Yun Shao, and stood under the trees with dozens of slum friends from Taofen's slums, waiting for the final result of the spring examination in the 13th year of the Dali year.

Outside them, hundreds of people were crowded, waiting.

To be honest, Gao Yue was a little nervous because the Tang Dynasty Jinshi exam results were different from the time he was originally in: once the yellow list was thrown from the outer wall, whether your name was on it, you can confirm it with your eyes. From then on, it will be heaven or hell, and there will be only one road, reaching the first place and down, except for no room for return, it is really extremely cruel.

At this moment, in the Ministry of Rites, Pan Yan is already signing the list.

The night before, the Minister of Rites, who was the Minister of Rites, stayed in the capital, constantly drafting lists. There were endless people from all sides coming to inquire about the news, not affected by the curfew at all. Among them was the Prime Minister Chang Gun, who once again made a clear request:

Let Zheng Zi behave as a lie;

Deposed Gao Yue!

Pan Yan finally sealed the door so as not to be disturbed.

When the fifth hour came, the sound of drums was rumbling. A golden list was spread in front of Pan Yan. The top four yellow papers were pasted vertically into rows. Pan Yan picked up the felt pen and used light ink to circulate on the four yellow papers. He wrote the four words "Ministry of Rites and Gongyuan", then put them down and changed the thick ink pen. After pondering for a while, he rewritten a little bit slanted and heavy at the first "head" position below it...

Half an hour later, bells and drums were all loud, and the people of the Ministry of Rites held up this year's Jinshi list. With the exclamations of hundreds of people, they were so dazzling that they were placed on the south wall. The long golden list was thrown away, facing the colorful light of spring.

At this time, Gao Yue, who was standing under the tree, could not hear anything. He felt that his arm was being pulled violently by many people. He did not dare to stare at the top of the Golden List, but instead followed the bottom to look first:

Jie Shanji has passed the title,

Gu Xiu became the first, and these two were sent by the Imperial College.

Huang Shun has passed the exam,

Liu De's room, Liu De's room has also been ranked first,

The Soldiers have been ranked first and the ranking is relatively high. They are all jointly sent by the Imperial College and Jingzhao Prefecture.

Dugu Liangqi and Zheng Zhi were also on the list, and Zheng Zhi was the first in the B department.

At this time, Gao Yue's heart skipped a beat!

The selection examinations in the Tang Dynasty were of course ranked by grades, such as the five grades of the subject (but the first and second grades were basically not taught), and the Ming Dynasty was divided into four grades of A, B, C and D, and most of them were D. As for the Jinshi subject, they were also divided into A, B.

"Tongdian" once said that since the Wude year (the reign of Emperor Gaozu), there were only Ding's in the Ming Dynasty and only Bing's in the Jinshi.

But the "Tongdian" is wrong. The Tang Dynasty's "Classics, Completely Comprehensively" (Passing the Sutra and Questions) has been widely used in books. However, if no one reaches the A level in a certain year, he will take the First of B as the first.

Since Zheng Zhi is the first in the B-Class Department, he has not seen his name so far, but there are only two possibilities left.
Chapter completed!