Tang Song raised his head and looked at Lu Yuanfang, but Junzi Lu didn't say anything and was waiting for his reply.

After waiting for a while, Tang Song could not resist the calmness of the gentleman Lu, and first said, "I am sending this picture of "The Great River Going East" for you today. Why do you say this?" [The latest updates are all in search.]

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuanfang smiled rare, reached out and patted the "Dajiang East" placed on the side and said: "Do you think I am the character for you? Is it for the song you wrote for me three days ago?"

Tang Song didn't say anything, but just picked up the wine bottle and signaled to Lu Yuanfang to invite him.

Lu Yuanfang also picked up the wine bottle and took a sip, "Your song is really well written, but those who can write good poems and songs may not be able to be a good official. For decades, I have seen too many such people. If you only know how to write lyrics, even if you fill in them well, I will never recommend you..."

Tang Song had no doubt about Junzi Lu's words, because his words made a lot of sense. Looking at the thousands of years of literary history, of course, there are those who can perfectly combine the identities of great writers and great politicians, but there are too few, even to the point of being a phoenix phosphine horn.

In the final analysis, there is no necessary connection between reciting poems and writing lyrics and being a good official, or even a bit contrary to the rules. Not to mention anything else, just being a good official requires decades to be a good official, which is enough to make many top writers who advocate freedom afraid.

One is rationality and the other is emotional. The gap between them is really not too big, which is one of the reasons why most people think that even if Li Bai can be a prime minister, it will be difficult for him to be a good prime minister.

As for other personalities, let alone.

However, when Junzi Lu talked about this topic, Tang Song was moved and remembered the charter that had been busy a few days ago and was not finalized until yesterday afternoon. He then put down the wine bottle and opened his mouth and asked: "What my husband said is very true, but he can't help but have doubts based on this..."

"Word"

"Since the previous time I helped with the examination, I have always had a doubt in my heart. If we look at the subjects of the National Dynasties, subjects such as Ming and Ming Abiding are obviously more practical. For example, those who are in the Ming Abiding Department are mostly people who are familiar with the law and order. After being assigned to the official and distributed, they can take over the official and Ming Abiding Department immediately..."

At this point, Tang Song paused and continued: "On the contrary, if the Ming Jing and Jinshi exams are not entered into the museum and the court to conduct literature and are assigned to the specific department, it often takes a long time to become an official. Since this is the case, why does the court still attach so much importance to the Jinshi exams? Secondly, the Ming Jing and Ming Jing are the Ming and Ming calculus, and Ming calculus are the Ming calculus?"

At that time, Lu Yuanfang, who held the power to select officials from the Ministry of Personnel, personally nominated someone for recommendation. What a rare opportunity, it is not an exaggeration to say that scholars all over the world dream of. If most people were replaced, they would definitely hold on to the previous topic at this time, and they would have to finalize Lu Yuanfang's recommendation to death before they would say anything else. However, Tang Song was an anomaly, and with such a good opportunity, he took the initiative to insert the topic away.

However, it is precisely because of this that the faint smile on Lu Yuanfang's face became deeper, "Ming, Ming, Ming and Ming script subjects are for 'art' and Ming script subjects, and Jinshi subjects are for 'Tao' and 'Tao' and 'Tao' and 'Techniques'. Which one is more important? If you emphasize Ming and Ming script subjects than Ming script or Jinshi subjects, wouldn't it mean that you emphasize 'art' and 'Tao' and put the cart before the horse!"

Lu Yuanfang didn't say much, but he suddenly pointed out the doubts of Tang Song, a time traveler.

To emphasize Taoism and neglect technique was a disease that lasted thousands of years in the Chinese dynasty era... This is also one of the fundamental reasons why the status of craftsmen and merchants in thousands of years is not high.

Ming, although Ming Purpose is practical, it only involves the specific application of "arts" in a certain aspect. Ming Jing and the Jinshi subjects that bear the ability to educate and transform are reflected in "Tao". How can a technique with strong applicability surpass the saints of Confucius and Mencius?

Tang Song's doubts were solved by gentleman Lu Yiyan, but he had no sense of joy in his heart. Instead, he became heavier and heavier. He emphasized Taoism and neglected arts. It seemed that some of his plans wanted to implement them were destined to go through hardships and tortures.

Tang Song was immersed in his own thoughts. Lu Yuanfang waited for a while and did not see him speak. He took the initiative to speak: "I recommend it because my performance in the previous scientific examination was outstanding, especially the constitution was great for the Ministry of Personnel and the court..."

Tang Song withdrew his thoughts and thanked him: "Sir, I'm so serious..."

"I have never been boasting about others. The last time His Majesty gave a banquet for a new Jinshi in the Water Palace, I was seeing the Fusang Kingdom sending a Tang envoy in the Lifan Courtyard, but I never attended the meeting. If it weren't for this, I would have wanted to arch you into the Ministry of Rites that day..."

Speaking of this, Lu Yuanfang picked up a bean and put it in his mouth, then chewed it gently and continued: "But it's not too late now. The scientific examination is a great ceremony to help with the examination. After all, it is not an ordinary official system. If you join the Ministry of Rites, you will still be instructed to handle this matter. Every year, you will find another chief examiner to lead the examination..."

Lu Yuanfang slowly explained Zhou Ji's thoughts, and recommended Tang Song to the Ministry of Rites to be responsible for the specific examination affairs, and prepared the matters that should be done in the science exam in daily life. When the exam is over, the court only needs to assign a high-ranking official with a high-ranking position and a prominent position in the literary world to lead the way.

After all, Tang Song is just a errand running job, but at his age, he is really very old to have the opportunity to enter the official position at this time, not to mention that after entering the official position, he is still a very popular job such as scientific research.

The biggest purpose of Tang Song coming to Shendu from Xiangzhou was Tang Song's mission to enter the officialdom. Moreover, he was thinking about the promotion of the charter. After all, it was much more convenient to have an official body.

Because of this, Tang Song did not have any pretentiousness at all. He raised his bottle and toasted Lu Yuanfang to thank him for his recommendation.

At this point, Lu Yuanfang recommended Tang Song to the Ministry of Rites to conduct the scientific examination and was officially decided.

Once he finished his business, Lu Yuanfang unconsciously returned to his cautious attitude for decades. It is natural to do things with such people, but it is boring to have a drink together. So the small banquet where the two men ended very quickly.

After leaving Lu's house and walking in the bustling streets of Shendu North City, Tang Song couldn't help but remember the melancholy when he first came to Shendu to find Liu Zhongcheng last year, and the laughter on this long street after the bad trip.

At that time, he was covered with the capital, and he was alone and haggard. Although time had passed, the feelings in his heart were unforgettable.

More than a year has passed, and although the path I took was completely different from what I thought when I went to Beijing, it was winding and secluded. Now it seems that the goal of becoming an official is still to be realized in the end.

If there is a blind eye who is in charge of the election, can this be failed?

Whether it was the promotion of the charter drafted yesterday or the recommendation of Lu Yuanfang today, it was not a trivial matter, nor was it to do something that could be done immediately. So after the charter drafted, Tang Song, who had nothing to do, got free.

Although Tang Song also gave He Zhizhang a vacation after his leisure, he still went to Chongwenguan every day, with no other intention, just to meet Shangguan Wan'er.

Unexpectedly, after he waited for two days and asked several palace servants to pass the message, Shangguan Wan'er never came.

On the morning of the third day, seeing that it was already noon, Tang Song could no longer wait. After leaving the Chongwenguan courtyard to find the inner official, he said bluntly that he wanted to meet the saint.

If Wu Zetian has the saint of Tang Song, no one can stop him, then Shangguan Wan'er sent this inner official here. This eunuch is actually the communication channel for Tang Song. The regulations written a few days ago were also given to Shangguan Wan'er by him to present them to the Holy Emperor.

When Tang Song said he wanted to meet the saint, the inner servant didn't say much, guiding him to walk deep into the palace city.

It was noon and the weather was good today. Wu Zetian did not stay in Yaoguang Hall, but went to Ningbi Pool, which she had always liked in summer.

After the Nei Guan asked clearly, he took Tang Song all the way to Ningbi Pool.

Just in Fengshuang Pavilion not far from the last literary meeting, Tang Song found Wu Zetian.

Tang Song was waiting dozens of steps outside the pavilion, and the palace guards who were with the Holy Emperor informed him of the news he wanted to see.

After waiting for a while, before the news of Wu Zetian's arrival, Shangguan Wan'er walked out of Fengshuang Pavilion with extremely light steps.

There were many palace servants around him, and Shangguan Wan'er's face could not be seen in any abnormality. Lianbu moved lightly to Tang Song, "Your Majesty is taking a nap, Bing squints his eyes on the brocade couch. If there is anything, you might as well change the time and come again..."

Tang Song faced Shangguan Wan'er's eyes, and Shangguan Wan'er's eyes finally became a little free.

"I have something urgent to meet the saint..." Tang Song's eyes bit Shangguan Wan'er's gaze and said, while winking invisible, meaning that he wanted to speak aside.

At this moment, Shangguan Wan'er was in a dilemma. With the words of the Holy Emperor, she really didn't have the truth that Tang Song had faced the saint, and she knew that his temperament was not easy to fool.

However, the Holy Emperor Bing lies down for a while, and it is not appropriate to see him now. Besides, there is an inexplicable feeling in her heart that she is unwilling to let Tang Song face the saint.

After tangling in the two of them for a long time, when she saw Shangguan Wan'er not talking yet, Tang Song was about to walk into Fengshuang Pavilion.

After C took two steps, Shangguan Wan'er's voice came from behind, "You follow me..."

Tang Songzhan smiled, but when he turned around, his face returned to the solemnity of Bingcai.

"Your Majesty is taking a nap, so you must not move on duty. If anyone dares to walk around at will, disturb Your Majesty, you will definitely not let it go. After giving the intimate instructions to the palace guards, Shangguan Wan'er did not look at Tang Song and walked towards the osmanthus forest ahead.

It’s really a coincidence that this osmanthus forest is hidden by the rockery made of rugged rocks last time.

Perhaps thinking of the same problem, Wan'er, who walked to the side of the osmanthus forest, walked slower and slower, and finally stopped outside the forest.

Tang Song followed her and saw the thick osmanthus trees beside her blocking the sight of the palace ladies. He immediately stepped forward, said nothing, pulled Shangguan Wan'er up and walked towards the rockery.

Shangguan Wan'er couldn't get rid of her if she wanted to make a living, and she couldn't speak loudly, so she was pulled forward by Tang Songqiang.

After a few steps, the two of them arrived at the cave last time. Shangguan Wan'er saw Tang Song and walked directly into the cave, and immediately increased her strength to break free.

It’s now, what else can I earn?

Tang Song didn't say a word, and turned around and clamped his hands tightly, and forced Shangguan Diezhao to go into the tortuous and dark cave.

After entering the cave, Tang Song let go.

After Shangguan Wan'er landed, she still stood firm. When her waist under the skirt of the Tawny Yellow Palace tightened, she was hugged tightly by Tang Song in the wind and the wind swept the clouds.

Immediately afterwards, there was no husband who was breathing. The scene that he had performed in this cave last time was staged again. From beginning to end, Tang Song never spoke, hugged him first and then hugged him, and now he bowed his head and forced him to kiss Shangguan Wan'er.

Alas! This is always the case in the world. As long as there is a first time, there will be a second time. Poor Shangguan Kaizhao's rose-colored lips, which had been as good as jade for thirty years, were once again gnawed by Tang Song in just half a month.

The same place and the same people have become a little unruly this time. From pulling to hugging to hugging and gnawing, Tang Song was so powerful that he was so powerful that he hugged Shangguan Wan'er tightly for a long time, the sharp momentum became weaker and weaker. In the end, the chewing inevitably became softer and softer, and the spring breeze in March and spring rain in April.

The spring breeze is leisurely and the spring rain is fine. When Tang Song's face finally leaves Shangguan Wan'er, a rapid gasp sounded like a fish leaving the water in the secluded part of the cave.

After another moment, Shangguan Wan'er's low and heavy voice with breathing afterglow, "You are so bold..."

When Tang Song was about to speak, he heard Shangguan Wan'er say again: "Where is this place? Are you not afraid of people seeing you?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Song smiled silently. He thought Shangguan Wan'er said that he was bold and meant that he was frivolous, but he didn't expect that she was considering this.

This woman is indeed unique!

"With your explanation, who dares to move a little? Even if someone comes, he will definitely be stopped from afar..." Tang Song said, and his right arm that hugged Shangguan Wan'er Yang Liu's waist would never relax. He leaned down his left hand, and finally hit him three times in the bulge under Shangguan Wan'er's back, and then bit Shangguan Wan'er's ear bead and said hatefully: "Speak, why have you been hiding from me these days?"

He served the emperor for 16 years and was in charge of the inner palace for ten years. Not to mention the eunuchs and palace maids in the palace, even the foreign ministers were cautious when they met Shangguan Wan'er. In addition to the favor of the emperor, Shangguan Wan'er's own methods can be imagined.

But at this moment, Shangguan Wan'er, who is quite capable in this cave, really didn't know what to do with Tang Song.

When Tang Song was outside, he led the tribute students to make trouble. At the previous literary meetings, and even in front of the Holy Emperor, he was a typical Binglie gentleman with a firm mind. How come he met him himself, especially when there was no one in this place, Binglie gentleman suddenly became a scoundrel.

A scoundrel more scoundrel than a scoundrel!

Poor Shangguan Kaizhao, who is famous for his talent and beauty, faces gentlemen, villains, and even hypocrites, and has the ability to deal with it. However, when he meets Tang Song, a rogue, he has no idea!

It's no wonder that she is useless. In fact, she has never met a scoundrel in the past so many years, and no one dares to be a scoundrel in front of her.

Of course, the more important reason is that when she faces this scoundrel, she always has complicated thoughts that are indescribable and have never experienced before?

I feel confused and can't do anything ruthless.

He could no longer make a ruthless move, so Shangguan Diezhao had to be bullied by Tang Song like this.

After waiting for a while, Shangguan Wan'er didn't reply, Tang Song leaned down again with his left hand.

"You scoundrel" Shangguan Wan'er's voice was filled with coquettishness that she had never noticed, "You are now like me, and if you get too close, you will be afraid of your Majesty."

Tang Song's hand stopped and finally landed on Shangguan Wan'er's waist like a rain, "Are you afraid?" (
Chapter completed!