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Cui Qiao felt more and more pressure, and thought about it, saying, "Right Prime Minister, I have gradually felt that my strength has become weaker recently. Can I give up my post as the Ministry of Rites and seek a free position in the Eastern Capital?"

"You are prepared." Li Linfu said: "I would rather abandon the position of Da Zong Bo than follow the original arrangements."

"In this matter, Mr. Zhang promised that he would take responsibility for all the saints' questions and had nothing to do with me." Cui Qiao's attitude was very sincere and said, "But I have to give an explanation to the right prime minister."

Li Linfu closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, and asked, "Didn't Xue Bai give up the exam?"

"yes."

"Didn't give up the exam? Maybe he forgot his father's name." Li Linfu seemed very kind and sighed: "He was drifting at the age of six and had not received his father's kindness for ten years. It's rare to recognize him in front of him, and Xue Ling was owed debts and escaped. It's understandable that you don't know about this."

When Cui Qiao heard this, he wiped his forehead and whispered: "There is no exception for avoiding taboos. As long as the test questions contain his father's name, he can only give up the exam. As long as he suppresses him for a year and teaches him a lesson, Mr. Zhang will...

"You want to tell me the truth for the second time?" Li Linfu said in a stern tone.

Since he had promised to let Xue Bai Jidi, he would follow his promise.

"I dare not, I dare not." Cui Qiao hurriedly saluted and said, "But if I point out a person who violates the taboo as the top scholar, I will also be a taboo."

"If you want to go to Dongdu, go."

"Then follow the instructions of the right prime minister."

Li Linfu waved his hand and said that he could only "help" Xue Bai to this point, and the rest had nothing to do with the Right Prime Minister's Mansion.

Xue Bai had just returned home and was immediately called to Yan's house by Yan Zhenqing. Yan Zhenqing had been moved to the supervisory censor and served as the military envoy of the Longyou Army in Hexi. He had just stepped down as the former job in Chang'an County and was preparing to go to Longyou.

This matter is said to be recommended by Ge Shuhan, or it may be related to Yan Zhenqing's iron-faced law enforcement at that time.

"I have heard of the title of the poem about spring romance." Yan Zhenqing frowned and said, "You can give up the exam, it's still time."

"Students will not give up the exam."

"If you are used to this, you can only give up the exam. Cui Qiao has used these despicable means to suppress you for a year, but he can still suppress you every year."

Xue Bai shook his head and said, "Which teacher thinks I will choose between Qiantu and Xue Ling?"

Which one do you choose between the situation of a year and the future of a lifetime?”

"I will not delay my ambitions for a useless person like Xue Ling. For him, not to mention that a year or a month is not worth it."

"You are too crazy. There is no reason for Yifu repeatedly in the world, and no one will accompany you again."

Because I have never been someone’s son.” Xue Bai said: “I have no parents in this world, nor do I need them.

 The imperial examination requires parents, and the officialdom requires parents. How can I put the cart before the horse?”

“Enough!”

Yan Zhenqing interrupted Xue Bai's words and said, "Radical, like to be aware of danger. What's the difference between you and Xue Ling, a gambler? Give up the exam, pack your luggage, and follow me to Longyou for a year."

“No, students have their own sense.”

"Then you are not my student, don't call me 'teacher'!"

Yan Yan revealed that her hands and feet walked into the lobby, looked inside, and saw Yan Zhenqing throwing her sleeves away.

Xue Bai immediately noticed her and turned around and looked at her.

"I heard that the poem was wrong, did you end up making a taboo?" Yan Yan walked into the hall with her hands behind her back and pretended to be relaxed, and said with a smile: "But my brother is too young, so you can pass the Jinshi again at the age of 18."

Xue Ling had a taboo, I just need to change him."

Yan Yan immediately understood and said mysteriously: "No wonder Grandpa is angry... Come with me and show you something good."

It was said that it was a good thing, but it was nothing more than a small bottle of wine buried under the swing. "Zhuangyuanhong, this was stolen from the kitchen that day I taught my brother to write. All books??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

"I haven't won the top scorer yet."

Xue Bai really dug it. It was the first time he saw such a small wine bottle. He was a little worried that it was jealous rather than wine. "It will be won sooner or later." Yan Yan looked around with admiration, not afraid of being dirty. She picked up the jar from the ground and smelled it. She shook her head disgustedly, and handed it to Xue Bai, "But to be honest, isn't Xue Ling your grandfather? Then...

Isn’t the gambling family fake?”

"The saint also knows that it is fake."

Xue Bai sat on the swing and took a sip of Yan Yan's No. 1 Pursuit Hong, and it was really wine.

"The saint asked me to recognize Xue Ling and his son. It was not because of the truth, but because I offered the cooking, so he gave me a background. The first iron rule in the officialdom of the Tang Dynasty. Whoever could make the saint feel good will reward him... I know him better than the teacher."

Having said that, he also understood why Yan Zhenqing opposed it. It was too radical and risky to repeatedly consume the emperor's patience. For a year, there was no need.

Yan Yan sat on the swing beside her, looked at him curiously, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Well enough."

"Brother, I have a poor alcohol tolerance. Just take a few sips and bury it." Yan Yan was a little proud, as if the wine was brewed by her.

"It's okay, my alcohol tolerance has improved." Xue Bai said a little, suddenly: "Actually, I know my life experience."

"Really? I remembered it? I found them?"

"Um."

Xue Bai took a sip of wine and swayed leisurely with the swing, looking at the sky in the distance, revealing the look of memories.

His father was a very small village official. He always said he wanted to take his mother to a large place for medical treatment, but the flood came that year.

His father was taken away in order to hold a sow that was about to give birth. He was still young at that time and kept saying that when he grew up, he took his mother to see the best doctor, but unfortunately his mother couldn't wait... Looking back, it was only a few years away from his ability.

So, he didn't want to wait for a year.

"I always knew who my parents were." Xue Bai said again, "No need to look for them."

"Then... are they gone?"

“Not here.”

Because of this, Xue Bai murmured in his heart with an indifferent attitude: "Xue Ling, just stepping stone."

In fact, he has also confirmed his life experience in this life. After talking to Princess Tangchang, he already knows everything he needs to know. There is not much suspense, and there is nothing to guess. It’s just to see how to use it.

He had already made clear who he was in his heart. As for his life experience and parents in this life, they were like clothes.

Sometimes people are very strange. They don’t care what they wear at all. When they are in the house, they often take off naked or are wrapped ugly. They are worn for people outside to see.

Now that this dress is dirty, it's time to change one.

Just look at whether others are willing to see him change his clothes... For example, Yan Zhenqing is annoyed and doesn't want to see him.

"Brother, I understand." Yan Yan leaned closer and whispered in a low voice: "Anyway, it's all fake. Can you become the top scorer if you change to a grandfather?"

"It's hard to say, it's worth a try." Xue Bai said: "Look at whether they click me."

Yan Yan fisted and seemed to find it interesting. The little girl looked at him, but said a little badly: "Grandpa doesn't support you, I support you."

“Although it’s useless, I still thank you.”

"How could it be useless if it is wrong?" Yan Yan snatched the bottle from him and buried it again. "I answered your questions and fu to you. Now I am only worried that your poems are not well written and failed. [Remember this site's domain name xs520.co]"

“It should be a symphony.”

"Show me." Yan Yan said.

Xue Bai nodded, took a branch, and wrote his test-taking poem on the ground.

Yan Yan had read it and flattened her mouth with some disgust and said, "But the test-taking poem is almost like this, your last sentence is pretty good."

well enough.

Xue Bai felt that it was very ordinary. Although he was not good at it, he had learned famous works for hundreds of years. He had seen too many sentences of missing something but leaving behind something.

For example, there is no one in the empty mountains, but I hear the sound of people's voices; the lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is gone, but I can only see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky; the boats in the east and west are silent, but I can only see the white autumn moon in the middle of the river; but I hear the birds singing, but I can see the idiom "The song ends and people scatter", so I can accidentally write one or two good sentences at the end.

For the world, this artistic conception is very novel.

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Ministry of Rites.

The sound of the "sound" of the paper marking kept ringing.

Cui Qiao walked into the hall with a gloomy face, sat down behind the table, took out a list from her sleeve and took a look.

Fang opened his mouth and said, "What are some good poems?"

Officials immediately came up with the test paper and said, "Please check it out, these are carefully selected by the officials. Li Jiayou, Li Qiyun, Bao He, and Liu Changqing.

Although it was a list drawn up in advance, these people do have real knowledge. It is precisely because of their good family background that they can read well and become famous. Cui Qiao had read their books and had a scale in their hearts.

Of course, there are still some unworthy names. For example, Yang Jun, a legitimate son of the Yang family of Hongnong, wanted to compete for the third grade in the current academic year, and everything was done, but the poems and essays were very ordinary. Some poems and essays were unexpectedly well written.

"Mr. Cui, please look at this paper again, Chen Ji, Wang Yong, Zhuang Ruonne, Wei Cui... and this paper that is paid for money is really amazing."

"Give me the test papers to Xue Bai."

"Here."

Six papers were placed in front of Cui Qiao, and he took a rough look.

In the test-oriented poem, everyone writes nothing more than the incident of Xiang Concubine playing drums and zithers; choose one of the four rhymes of "Xiang Ling Drum and zithers", they either use the rhymes of "Xiang" or "Ling"; the words that appear are the same, the goddess, the emperor's son, the drums and zithers, Xiangshui, the tune, Jingchu, Yunyu, Dongting, and the river.

This is how the imperial examination poems and essays are. Everyone uses the same rhythm, the same words, and writes the same content. They are used to make a temple in the snail shell. It is a test of patience, care and rules.
To be continued...