"If you don't accept it, I will always follow you. I will bother you all day long to see if you accept it." Zhang Shaoyang's helplessness accumulated over the years was suddenly fully demonstrated.

Yao Sanming was speechless for a moment. Looking at Zhang Shaoyang's pestering look, he couldn't help but be stunned. There was once a woman who looked very similar to him.

"Senior brother, if you don't teach me, if you don't teach me, just tell Master that you bully me, or not!"

The woman chased him to learn swordsmanship and was no different from Zhang Shaoyang for a while.

Yao Sanming looked at the river and was stunned. It was not until a stone was thrown into the water and stirred up a circle of water to pull his thoughts back. Zhang Shaoyang was picking up a bunch of stones at this time and wanted to disturb him from fishing.

"Haha!" Yao Sanming smiled rare, allowing Zhang Shaoyang to scare away the fish that was about to take the bait, and then lay down to rest on his own.

Two more days passed, and Zhang Shaoyang finally had no choice. In a few days, he would have to save the exam. If he missed the exam in the province, it would be a serious crime. At the least, he would not be allowed to enter the official career for his life, and at the worst, he would have to implicate his family.

Even if Zhang Shaoyang doesn't take it seriously, he will not dare to be arrogant in such matters that implicate his family. In this way, the plan to become a disciple has to be postponed.

Looking at the senior Sword Immortal who looked proud and basking the slightly warmer sunshine since the beginning of spring, Zhang Shaoyang couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Old stubborn."

Fortunately, he already knew where Senior Sword Immortal was living in seclusion, so Zhang Shaoyang made up his mind to turn back from the capital and head straight to the forest. He didn't believe Senior Sword Immortal could withstand his hard work!

On this day, Zhang Shaoyang lightly rode into Luoyang and entered Beijing by way of passage!

Yao Sanming watched the few people leave, surrounded by Yu Wuyi, who was extremely handsome.

"Senior, I'm afraid there are few people who can pull out that sword." Yu Wuyi held Xiao in one hand and carried the other behind her back, and said Youyou.

"I have to find a reason to give up that boy!" Yao Sanming said with a smile.

"Senior, do you look down on him?"

Yao Sanming thought for a while before saying, "This kid has a good understanding and has a lot of thoughts. If he goes on a career in the officialdom, as long as he has a little eyes, he will not be able to sit at the bottom of his own. As for the world, being too spiritual is not necessarily a good thing."

Yu thought unintentionally: "This is why the senior did not accept him as his disciple."

Yao Sanming laughed and left. The white dew sword trembled continuously on the huge rock, shaking off a scarlet rust, revealing the sword blade glowing with a cold light inside.

"Your master probably has only two things done right in his life. One is to accept your disciple, and the other is to say "Seven emotions and six desires, lust is the best". I think there is nothing in the world that can compare to the plump and fat buttocks of beauties in the world."

Yu Wuyi didn't feel that he said such vulgar words to this senior who was the best in swordsmanship. He just stared at the shaking Bai Lu Jian, and watched for a long time without realizing it.

Beijing, Ministry of Rites of the Secretariat

Tang Mingli, the Minister of Rites, wrote a letter at his desk. I remembered that when the Minister of Rites was in the court this morning, he asked him to hand over all the major and small matters of the provincial examination alone to take care of him. Tang Mingli could not understand why the Secretary of the State was willing to give up such a beautiful job. After thinking about it, Tang Mingli had to rely on his father-in-law who was the first-rank official.

After sorting out the list of examinations for this year's provincial examinations and a large and small matter, Tang Mingli sighed deeply, raised his head and showed a handsome face. At this time, a subordinate knocked in and handed a letter to Tang Mingli, and then retreated respectfully.

Tang Mingli opened the envelope and there were three pieces of letter paper inside. The first one was covered with dense words. Tang Mingli looked at it roughly, and his eyes became a little gloomy. He couldn't help but scold: "This incompetent guy knows that he causes trouble all day long."

Then he unfolded the other two pieces of paper, which were several portraits. After he fully unfolded, it was the faces of Zhang Shaoyang and the fat man.

Tang Mingli was silent for a moment, put three pieces of paper in a brazier, then got up and called the servants, carefully changed into the official uniform, and left the mansion by carriage.

The carriage ran all the way and finally stopped in front of the Taibao Mansion. Tang Mingli put on his official hat and walked in quickly.

In Taibao Mansion, an old man with a beard was staying in front of an apricot tree. This apricot tree is a strange thing. At most, the other apricot trees only emerged new buds at this moment, but this apricot tree is extremely beautiful, and the petals are all white, looking simple and light, which is very different from ordinary apricot trees.

Tang Mingli was led all the way to the old man by the servants. After the servants left, Tang Mingli bowed respectfully and whispered: "My father-in-law, a matter of provincial examination has been arranged. This year, there are 327 people taking the exam, among which Yingtian Mansion has the largest number. Now most candidates have entered Beijing and have been arranged. The rest of the candidates who have not arrived yet should be able to arrive before the exam starts."

"It's done well." The old man said with a smile.

Tang Mingli stood for a while, then said cautiously: "Father-in-law, this time, Lord Fang, the Minister of Rites, suddenly asked me to handle the provincial examination with full authority. It should have been arranged by you, right?"

The old man glanced at Tang Mingli, and a hint of displeasure appeared on his face: "Mingli, I finally asked you for the position of Minister of Rites in front of the saint, but you have never known that you are motivated. Are you trying to lose your face as a father?"

A string of cold sweat broke out from Tang Mingli's forehead and said tremblingly: "Father-in-law, Mingli is incompetent."

"Forget it, who made my baby daughter fall in love with you? Take this opportunity to take advantage of the Ministry of Rites, otherwise my efforts will be in vain." The old man said coldly.

"Yes, father-in-law don't worry."

The old man cut a redundant apricot branch and said carelessly: "Mingli, how about raising this bitter apricot for your father?"

Tang Mingli's eyes dared to turn to this apricot tree that bloomed early compared to other trees, and said seriously: "This apricot tree is really strange. It shouldn't bloom in this season."

"There is nothing to do? In the officialdom, you should be like this bitter apricot. Only by knowing it first can you gain a favorable opportunity innately."

"What my father-in-law said is, the son-in-law remembers it."

"Mingli, what do you think you are in this court and country?"

Tang Mingli was stunned and looked at the old man for a long time, but nothing could be seen on his calm face. Tang Mingli gave up and his tone became even more respectful: "Father-in-law is naturally powerful."

"Hmph, shit!" the old man said angrily.

Tang Mingli quickly bent down and his body trembled continuously.

"I can't even flatter you. You're obviously a first-class false position and have no real power at all. Why is it so powerful? If this is spread, you might have moved for your father's head."

"Don't calm down, it's the son-in-law who said the wrong thing."

"Now the Dragon of the Holy Dragon is ill, and I've been exempted from the morning court these days. I'm afraid the prince will ascend the throne soon. Mingli, at this critical moment, you must seize the Ministry of Rites in your hands as soon as possible. At that time, three of the six ministries of the Shangshu Province will be in my hands. The late emperor cut off the military power of the Li family and granted an insignificant empty position. Now it's time to get some back."

"Don't worry, father-in-law, my son-in-law must do his best."

"Yeah." Li Taibao nodded, then seemed to remember something, and said, "Among these candidates this year, are there people from Jiangling, surnamed Zhang?"

Tang Mingli thought for a while and replied: "It's true that there is a Jiangling man named Zhang Shaoyang. He has reported to the Ministry of Rites yesterday."

"Is his father's name Zhang Qingyuan?"

"That's right, this year is the third time this year to be in Beijing for the provincial examination. The first two times were at the bottom and had never participated in the palace examination."

"Okay, I understand, you go." Li Taibao waved his hand, and after Tang Mingli left, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

After pondering for a long time, Lord Taibao suddenly sneered, and then said gloomyly: "I had to care about the scammers of military officers back then, but now I want to come back, wouldn't it seem a bit redundant?"

"It's just that your son is too unsatisfied. Even if he wants to come back, he can make trouble again? A man!" After saying that, Li Taibao breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!