Zhou Heng suddenly realized that it seemed that the old emperor wanted to hear the thoughts of these scholars about Tongzhou. After all, these people have been studying for many years and have to become officials all the time. Their understanding is too critical.

Just as Zhou Heng was stunned, the crowd in front of him was in a state of turmoil, and everyone subconsciously rushed towards him, as if a tide.

At Zhou Heng's position, he had heard the roar of being stepped on in front, and some even started arguing.

Zhou Heng shook his head. I really can't imagine how he can be an official in the future. Zhou Heng shook his head.

Zhang Jingrui was obviously a little nervous, grabbed his hand and rubbed it continuously, looked at Zhou Heng and said:

"Brother, the results are released!"

Zhou Heng nodded. Although he was a little unsure, his face did not appear, and he raised his hand to signal them to sit down.

"Don't be impatient, I'll take a look first!"

As he said that, Mingyu had already come over and helped Zhou Heng lift the curtain. Zhou Heng leaned over and aimed at the wall that needed to be posted. Sure enough, several people in official uniforms stood on one side, some people were carrying paste brushes on the wall, and then some people began to post the list from right to left.

The two rows of names on the popular list are not very handwriting, and they can be seen with a telescope, which is very clear. As the person pastes it, Zhou Hengbian searches for it, but there are no names of Zhang Jingrui and Xue Mingyu in a few consecutive pictures.

Zhou Heng felt annoyed, what's going on? It shouldn't be? Did these two guys go off the table and didn't make it?

He looked sideways at Mingyu who was approaching and raised his leg and kicked.

"Stand far away, it's hot, it's so close, it's so chaotic that I'm so hot. What kind of list is posted? Why don't there be any notes?"

Zhang Jingrui is quite experienced. After all, he participated in a palace examination three years ago. He quickly stepped forward and said with a smile:

"On the list, you always have to paste the third and second ones first, and finally the first one. Only by pasting it to the position with the third one can you see what level it is."

Zhou Heng suddenly realized that this was the last thing to wait. Unexpectedly, Daliang was different from human beings. When Zhou Heng studied history in the palace examination, he turned to the February exam after the autumn examination. This was the October 1st year, and the palace examination was transferred to the July 1st. The pasting list was also so alternative.

Shaking his head without thinking about it, he continued to raise his telescope.

At this time, the list had been pasted to the second level. Zhou Heng carefully searched it but did not see the names of the two. Boss Xue was a little anxious outside the carriage.

"Young master, are you there? Why don't I squeeze in and take a look?"

Mingyu grabbed Boss Xue, "Brother, don't worry, you can be on the list if you should be on the list. If you shouldn't be on the list, it would be useless to squeeze in. I think I'm quite satisfied with the answer. If this can't be passed, I will follow the young master to Tongzhou and can do something."

Zhou Heng didn't expect that this kid had ideas. In fact, what he wanted to achieve as an official could do in Beishan. If he wanted to solve the sufferings of the people, he could do nothing, even if he followed Liu Renli.

Just as he was stunned, a burst of exclamations came from the crowd in front of him.

"Oh my God! Why is it him?"

"Zhang Jingrui, this is not the ninth son of Zhang Zhongtang's family. He failed the exam last time, but he was the second best!"

"Nothing can't be there"

"Who is the top scholar?"

"I don't know!"

"I haven't heard of it!"

"Sound light!"

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With the screams, Zhou Heng paused, glanced at the two boys, quickly pushed the two away, left the carriage, stood on the shaft, held the telescope and looked carefully at the list.

There is only one piece of paper in the first class, with three names on it, including the top scholar Xue Mingyu, the second-level candidate Zhang Jingrui, and the Tanhua Xu Jinheng.

In front, someone had already begun to congratulate a man. Judging from his mouth, this person should be Xu Jinheng. His Confucian shirt was a little white. Seeing that he was at least in his thirties, this person was so excited that he was already burst into tears.

Zhou Heng put down his telescope and looked at the two people following him, smiling from ear to ear.

"Yes, I didn't embarrass me. The No. 1 pick and the No. 2 pick were won by you."

Xue Mingyu was shocked, widened his eyes and felt a little at a loss.

Zhang Jingrui also put away his smile. He had heard the shouting of those people, and his face was so happy that it was too good.

Boss Xue was anxious and grabbed the telescope and raised it to look at the list. Zhou Heng's face darkened.

"Hey, I said why are you like this? You can't be more steady when you are the top brother. Give me a telescope, and I'll find another name!"

Boss Xue had seen the list, but he pursed his lips and did not smile, nor argued with Zhou Heng. He handed the telescope to Zhou Heng and patted Mingyu on the shoulder.

"I'll go back and buy some incense, candles, paper money, burn paper for my parents, and tell them that if you pass the exam, our Xue family will finally be a person who is an official. This is all God's blessing."

Mingyu kept nodding, his eyes filled with mist of water. He recognized his brother's words very much, and had not waited for him to say it.

Zhou Heng put down his telescope. He originally wanted to find Zhu Xiaochang's name, but the words of the two brothers made him very angry. He stood on the shaft of the car and pointed at the two of them and glared.

"I said what are you two thinking? Your parents teach you how to learn, teach you poetry, or help you train policy? You know how to burn paper money now? If burn paper money works, you can burn paper money every day!"

After saying that, Zhou Heng jumped directly from the shaft. Mingyu was startled and quickly fell to the ground and bowed respectfully to Zhou Heng.

"Thank you, my master. You can't call me Master now. Thank you for your careful teaching, otherwise Mingyu would still be ignorant."

Zhang Jingrui also knelt down, bang bang three times, and the sound was not mixed at all.

"Jing Rui thanks Master for his teachings. Master not only saved Jing Rui's life, but also made Jing Rui truly realize how to go in the future. This is something Jing Rui has never had in his more than 20 years of life. Thank Master!"

Such actions attracted countless people's attention. Everyone was originally studying why Zhang Jingrui didn't come, and who the top scholar named Xue Mingyu was, and why he had never heard of it. When he saw the scene behind, he immediately understood.

Xue Mingyu and Zhang Jingrui are actually the same master, but this master seems to be young, and he is dressed beautifully and handsome, but he looks younger than Zhang Jingrui.

A figure in the crowd squeezed behind. After a closer look, his whole body trembled and almost fell down. He was supported by the person beside him.

"Why is it him? How is this possible?"

This person is either someone else, or Zhu Xiaochang, who Zhou Heng is looking for. The man who is holding Zhu Xiaochang next to him saw Zhu Xiaochang's expression, you can tell without asking. Zhu Xiaochang knew this person and quickly came over and asked:

"Mr. Zhu, who is this person? I taught two people, and one is the top scorer and the other is the second scorer. Is that incredible?"

Zhu Xiaochang pursed his lips and controlled his emotions. At this time, there were many people. If there were attacks, it would be really embarrassing. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from his teeth.

"He is Uncle Zhongyuan!"

The man paused, blinked and thought of who this person was, and raised his hand to point Zhou Heng in the direction of surprise.

"Oh my God, this is the Zhongyuan uncle of Tiansha Guxing. He actually has such ability. If we had known that we would have joined his disciples, he wouldn't have failed the exam today!"

The two of them had a big voice, and everyone around them attracted them.

"Do you know this Xue Mingyu?"

Everyone around him shook his head, and the man who was chatting with Zhu Xiaochang quickly pointed to Zhou Heng's direction and said:

"The one in the car should be Uncle Zhongyuan. Look, Zhang Jingrui isn't kneeling on one side, and the other boy is Xue Mingyu, right?"

Everyone looked over and looked at the expressions of emotion after kowtowing. For a moment, these people couldn't express envy. Not to mention kowtowing a few times, they would even kneel in front of Zhongyuan every day so that they could be the top scorer or enter the first class!

"By the way, isn't Zhongyuan a doctor? A doctor actually has such ability?"

The boy who was chatting with Zhu Xiaochang rolled his eyes and looked at the person talking.

"Doctor? Have you ever seen a doctor become a uncle? He saved the Empress Dowager and Concubine Shu. Needless to say, these are nothing. Have you heard of the Peach Blossom Fan and Journey to the West, and the collection of poems that have become popular in the capital, but they are all from this uncle Zhongyuan!"

The person behind kept inhaling, and the boy continued:

"I heard that there are ten of the poems in that collection, which were written by Zhongyuan Bo when he attended the banquet of the Prince's Mansion. Each poem is popular and can be said to be a poem that has been passed down through the ages. I think at least we should be glad that if Zhongyuan Bo participated in the imperial examination, there would be nothing we had to do with us!"

After saying this, everyone kept nodding, Zhu Xiaochang's face turned darker. The boy talked nonstop beside him, leaving everyone behind and striding towards Zhou Heng.

He failed this time, but he was not sad at all. After all, he was still young, so how could he let go of such an opportunity to get to know Zhou Heng? Moreover, when thinking about the relationship between Zhou Heng and Zhu Xiaochang, he also wanted to avoid Zhu Xiaochang so as not to harm Chiyu.

Seeing the boy running forward, many people rushed over from behind, and Hulala directly surrounded Zhou Heng's carriage in the middle.

The smile on Mr. Xue quickly put away the smile, and he reached out to pick up a stick tied to the side of the carriage, looking at everyone with a cautious look on his face.

Zhou Heng was confused. The two people on the ground had already gotten up. When they saw them coming up like this, they were also a little trembling.

After all, there are only four of them, and there are a lot of black people, and there are at least one hundred numbers. No matter how hard Boss Xue can fight, it would be a big deal if these people pounced on each other.

The boy tidied up his clothes, walked quickly to Zhou Heng, bowed and bowed, and took out something similar to the post and handed it to Xue Mingyu. After all, he was closest to the boy, and Xue Mingyu took a look at it and said Shen Congwen was written on it.

He quickly handed over the things to Zhou Heng, and the boy said:

"Sir Shen Congwen, I have met Uncle Zhongyuan. My father is Yongchang Uncle Shen Conglin. He has always admired Uncle Zhongyuan's poems. Today, I heard that your disciples were ranked in the top two in the first class. I am really envious. Congwen has a heartless request and wants to take Uncle Master as his teacher. I wonder if it is possible?"

Zhou Heng was stunned and blinked and realized that these people were not here to make trouble, but wanted to follow him to become a disciple?

After saying that, Shen Congwen had already kneeled down and was waiting for Zhou Heng's reply. Zhou Heng was a little nervous and waved to Shen Congwen. If he was to take a disciple, he would at least have to educate him well. He would not be able to raise freely like Mingyu, and he would not achieve this effect.

"Young Master Chen, get up and talk first."

Chen Congwen did not force this thing, and it depends on fate. He quickly got up from the ground and stood aside.

Zhang Jingrui hung his hand on his neck, and he seemed to be in pain. He had nothing to heal. No one didn't know about his affairs. If Zhang Jingrui and Zhongyuan Bo had an intersection, that is, in this month after the treatment, could a person who failed the exam be directly defeated by Tanhualang?

What is this method?

Zhou Heng smiled, "I heard what you were talking about just now. Zhou is a doctor and has no intention of doing anything to be a master. Please come back!"

After saying this, everyone stopped doing it and refused to accept disciples. But Zhang Jingrui and Xue Mingyu were standing here. How could they accept these two people? Why couldn’t they receive more?

Huh, the encirclement narrowed a little. After all, Zhou Heng had no temper and these people became bolder. Who wouldn't want to win the championship in one fell swoop and become the first in the next palace examination? This temptation is too great.

When Boss Xue saw that it was not good, he quickly grabbed Zhou Heng's belt and lifted the person directly onto the shaft of the carriage.

Zhou Hengyi looked at these students and felt a little worried. After all, he was so ugly that he couldn't see the way out.
To be continued...