"I'm going to blame me for this!" Pan Yan, who was behind the curtain, suddenly sighed.

In fact, this is just his hypocritical words. If Zheng Zhi is unmoved and insists on taking the exam, then 10% of his test paper will be completed. Pan Yan and Linghu Yi will immediately eliminate his fame and reputation on the charge of "defeating the taboo of a former gentleman", and will also be labeled as unfilial and ruin his future.

"No, it's not the main officer. There are nearly a thousand candidates who came to the Ministry of Rites to take the exam. Who can tell everyone?" Although Zheng Zhi was distressed, his mind was still clear after all. He vaguely felt that the setting of the rhyme was very strange. It seemed that someone deliberately did not want him to pass the exam.

As things happened, Pan Yan nodded, "What a pity, I will continue to wait for civilization in the South Courtyard next year."

"Late life - take leave -" Zheng Zhi could hardly help the tears in his eyes at this time. After giving the bow, he walked back to the east corridor step by step, then packed his luggage under the eyes of everyone, and left the atrium of the South Courtyard sadly.

Under the west corridor, Zhu Sui, Wang Biao and several others saw Zheng Xi leaving because they avoided taboos. Although they were not clear about it, they all looked at each other with a celebratory look, and they were afraid that they would laugh out loud.

And Gao Yue was also stunned.

When the Vatican in front saw Zheng Xi leave, although he felt sorry for him, he thought: Vatican, Vatican, God has finally treated me well. First, he asked me deeply, and now, in the most difficult poetry and prose, he used taboo to persuade Zheng Xi, who is the most competitive. Then, this time, he was born as a Jinshi, and even this kind of thing, I would not let Master Yu take charge!

So the Duke of the War was like a god's help, his pen tip was whirling, and his talent burst out.

On the mat under the front hall, Li Feng was like entering a meditation, splashing ink without any obstacles.

This is so annoying to Gao Yue. He really couldn't write this "Tongtiantai Fu" and did not dare to submit the paper in advance, for fear of giving the chief officer a bad impression. He learned that once the Minister of Rites became the Minister, he would theoretically have been awarded the tribute for three years in a row (there were also Xue Yong's four consecutive names and 91 scholars were selected).

He sat anxiously beside the desk, and Dugu Liangqi next to him looked full of burning.

Gao Yue also wanted to go back to the good tools, but he was a clay bodhisattva who could not protect himself, so he was unable to catch his strength. Finally, Gao Yue quietly bought some food from the back wall of the corridor: jerky, soup rice, rice cakes, and tea. He was full in front of the desk. He took a bite when he was bored, and then calculated the "re-examination plan" that he had immediately finished. He touched the maid named Zhihui in his arms to exchange it for himself. He guessed who her master was, would it be beneficial or harmful to him?

It gradually ended at dusk, the dusk was low, and the cold wind in early spring became steeper, and the envoys lit candles and shone brightly on the walls of the corridors.

Gao Yue thought, "I should write some things, and I can't hand in the paper in advance or the blank paper, so he made a few random sentences, and the end of the sentence was rhyme "The Hong and Taiwan are independent, and I envy the scenery below."

Finally, when the "three candles are gone", the curtains in the front hall were rolled up, and a faint bell sound came from the distance. Pan Yan and Linghu Yi announced that the poem and essay examination were over and that the papers could be handed over.

Under the candlelight, the Duke of the Soldiers picked up the essays that had been copied and neatly flowed. He couldn't help but be happy. He looked up at the blue moon in the sky and whispered, "God will never let me down!"

Before he finished speaking, a sound suddenly broke out from the eaves above his roof: a crow rose into the air, flew away, and kicked off a piece of tiles with his feet. The tiles fell straight down, hitting the inkstone on the desk of the Wei Gong's desk. The ink splashed everywhere, making the Wei Gong's face full of rolls and black!

Then, two lines of clear tears cut through the ink color, and the self-defense second son's cheeks flowed down...

Before Gao Yue could hold him back, the Duke of the Fighter burst out from his initial astonishment. His face was covered with ink, black, with white teeth bared, and jumped into the atrium. He rolled up his sleeves and exposed his arms. He pointed to the missing eaves of the corridors and roared, "Where is the place where the Tang Dynasty called the Imperial City Shangshu Province, it is unbearable that the eaves fell and smashed the documentary of the scribes! He said, "Where did you corruption in the money you used to be a prisoner, you said!"

Then the guards were so angry that they lost their wits. They looked like a black-faced lion with anger, and rushed into the front hall with their teeth and claws, "Help him out, help him out." Gao Yue obviously heard it, and even Mr. Pan's tone was a little frightened.

A large group of officials and soldiers patrolling the corridor rushed up and lifted the Duke of the Mil, who was still angry, and carried it out of the atrium, and then out of the outer courtyard. The sound gradually drifted away until it was thrown to the outer wall of the south courtyard.

After Duke Wei was helped out, Linghu Yi said that he would continue to collect the papers.

Gao Yue looked up at the night sky at this time. From the missing eaves, it was seen that the moon had been swallowed up by dark clouds. The weather became cold and there were stars of snowflakes blowing down. "Oh, I didn't expect that I was the first time I was in the Tang Dynasty to take the imperial examination in the Tang Dynasty. At this end, I finally passed two of the three games, but poetry and essays are equivalent to handing in a blank paper. I don't know if I should be happy or funny as a result."

The results of poetry and essays and even the entire 12th year of Dali are already very clear.

Due to fate, Duke of the Fighter fell down before handing over the paper, contaminating the entire test paper. Fortunately, Pan Yan did not pursue him for the noisy crime;

The scroll of Gao Yue's poems and essays was almost "swallowed" (white scroll) in the eyes of Mr. Pan. Naturally, the old man from Pan Yan, the steamed Hu, could not help laughing when he saw Gao Yue's random white scrolls, "The next year really depends on how good this person is. In a year, can you make up for the loss and win the joy of the next year, or do you have to repent for many years like Liu Deshi? It only depends on yourself."

Because Zheng Zhi wanted to avoid taboos, he withdrew from the Ministry of Rites' examination. All his previous efforts were wasted. It is said that the two prime ministers and the Ministry of Rites had a big quarrel, and even alarmed the emperor;

Dugu Liangqi's poems and essays "infringe the rhyme" were more than ten, and he was sentenced to be left behind;

Li Feng's "Tongtiantai Fu" became the biggest winner. Although he was late and did not understand etiquette, although he was old and wild, although even Yao and Shun were not a man of that generation, as the old man who stewed Hu commented, "Some people's literary talent can only be explained by the exiled immortals descending to the earth." Among them, his poem "Although the platform is slackened, he walks through the flowing streams, Qin Dynasty is west, Qi Palace is above, and he looks up at Canghao, overlooking the imperial state." It was soon spread in the streets and alleys of Chang'an City - Li Feng was the 12th year of Dali;

Zhu Sui, Wang Biao, and other nobles in Chongwen and Hongwen Halls also succeeded in the first place.

On the night when the Ministry of Rites ended, there was a light snow in Chang'an City. It was not too cold. Before the snow had dissipated, the dead trees around the southern courtyard of the Ministry of Rites emitted new flowers. Under a flat cloud, the sound of forbidden drums in the palace sounded thunderously. On the outer wall of the eastern wall of the southern courtyard, the list of Jinshi this year was about to be hung.
Chapter completed!