The lights are like long dragons in the night, gathering in front of the tribute courtyard. The candidates gathered and the sounds were noisy. The first test of the Northern Zhili Provincial Examination is today!

The three-year competition attracted attention from the capital.

The imperial examinations in the state were like the old system of the Ming Dynasty, divided into two categories. The regions with the strongest imperial examinations in the country were: Zhili, Jiangxi, Zhejiang, Fujian, and Huguang. The provincial examinations in Zhili in the north have always attracted much attention from Shilin.

Moreover, Fang Wang, the president of this provincial examination and the master of literature, has already spoken: the level of talent and knowledge will be judged by age, not by age. At that time, the minimum age line of juren in the dynasty will be very likely to be refreshed.

This is a major event to reform the unspoken rules for the imperial examination admissions. Since the Emperor Zhou established the tripod, there has been no atmosphere of praising prodigy. When encountering prodigy in the imperial examination, we have always been imitating the old affairs of Gu Lin and Zhang Juzheng of the Ming Dynasty.

However, after 156 years of Emperor Zhou's Enjoyment, a literary master finally stood up, intending to reform the old system and guide the atmosphere in the imperial field.

A faint morning light appeared on the horizon, and a shallow fish white. In front of the tall gantry gate, a row of fifty scholars were searched and reorganized their clothes and prepared to enter the venue with the exam basket.

Jia Huan and Luo Xiangyang are both from Wanping County, the capital, and entered the venue together from the "Yu" Gate, one of the four entrances in the Longmen.

Luo Junzi changed into a blue shirt, raised his belly slightly, Xiaopang took a deep breath, and smiled confidently: "Ziyu, please!"

Jia Huan's thin figure was conspicuous among the scholars in his average age of 20. He wore ordinary straight clothes and flat-soled cloth shoes. He nodded and smiled: "Long article, please!"

Luo Junzi's long article is given by the mountain chief Zhang Anbo. He could write the mountain chief's name when filling in the head of the test paper.

After being humble, Jia Huan smiled casually, took the lead, walked into the examination room, his heart was wafting.

Since the eighth year of Yongzhi, I have been studying literature, and have gone through the cold, heat, spring and autumn. It has been two years since I studied hard and hard, and there is no need to describe the hardships. Going to the imperial examination again is like a general entering the battlefield. I have the ambition to fight in my heart and will be on the list of osmanthus.

After two years of hardening a sword, the Frost Blade has never tried it.

Today I will show you that you have something wrong!

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In the morning light, groups of scholars entered the venue one after another. A handsome young man in Confucian shirt entered the venue, a handsome young man in the Confucian shirt entered the venue, a handsome senior brother Gongsun Liang with a calm face entered the venue, a kind-hearted and plain-looking Qiao Rusong entered the venue, an ugly and big nose entered the venue, and a lively personality, Xu Yinglang, the son of Hanlin, entered the venue...

In the examination room, in the court, the examiners of the provincial examination: the chief official Fengjiu, the provincial examination promotion officer, the internal and external supervisor of the provincial examination, the seventh rank of the Beijing Censor, the inspector, the four external curtain officials: the official of the scroll, the official of the sub-private, the official of the transcript, the official of the opposite reading; the official of the gate, the official of the inspector, the official of the supervision, the official of the supervision, the official of the supervision, the official of the sage, the official of the supervision, and other examination officials have already worshipped the sage and the teacher in the court, and each has taken their seats.

As the gate of the Gongyuan closed, outside the Gongyuan, the crowd slowly subsided, and all kinds of noisy sounds disappeared instantly.

After all the candidates entered the venue, the sound of cloud boards sounded and the exam began.

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During the provincial examination, the court continued to operate and continued to work and rest as usual. On the afternoon of the 26th, Jia Zheng sat in his official residence in the Ministry of Works' office, and read the court's newspapers and official documents bored.

Jia Zheng was born in a humble official and was incompatible with officials who came from the imperial examination. In addition, he was a pedantic person and served as a free official in the Ministry of Works.

An official in his thirties came in from outside the official house and placed a stack of official documents on Jia Zheng's desk. Seeing that Jia Zheng was in a good mood, he smiled and complimented: "How can Dad Zheng still sit in peace? The first exam in the township exam has been completed long ago, so the young master is afraid that he has already given the title to the president."

The president of the Zhili Provincial Examination in the North of the Department, Fang Fengjiu, had already made a statement. The youngest candidate in the Department, is Jia Huan, the third son of Zheng Dad.

Jia Zheng's face froze. After a few seconds, he put down the official newspaper and said modestly: "Mr. Wangxi, the world's Wenzong. The son is a little talented and knowledgeable. How can he be attracted by the president's eyes?"

The official did not know that the father-son relationship between Jia Zheng and Jia Huan had broken down? Only Fu Shi, a disciple who was close to Jia Zheng, heard about it. The official smiled and complimented him a few times and took a stack of official documents painted by Jia Zheng.

Jia Zheng was drinking tea and looking at the official documents on the desk, feeling a little unspeakable. How could he not know that the evil son was famous in the capital and qualified for the provincial examination?

He loved reading since he was a child, but he never went to the imperial examination for a while and eventually became an official. This was a deep regret in his heart.

He may now face a problem that makes him irritated: If that evil son passed the imperial examination, how will the Jia family treat him?

How can he not know what a juren who is less than eleven years old mean?

He has read the historical books of the Ming Dynasty before.

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In the afternoon, the autumn wind was cool and the chrysanthemums were fragrant. Jia Mu was wearing a flower hall in the inner house and wiping dominoes with Aunt Xue, Sister Feng and Mrs. Xing. Yuanyang wore a light blue double-breasted jacket and gave her ideas. There were also a group of maids and the mother accompanied her in the hall.

After typing out a picture of Sanliu, Jia Mu sighed slowly. The flower hall where she was just joking was immediately quiet.

Feng Jie was a sensible person and clapped her hands with a smile: "It's over, my ancestors were unhappy when they lost money and wanted to treat us to a board. I said everyone to lose a few games quickly. My ancestors will be happy when they win back and invite us to drink."

"You monkey!" Jia Mu was dressed in the outfit of a wealthy old lady, and cursed Wang Xifeng with anger, turned her head and asked Yuanyang: "What day is it?"

Yuanyang knew very well what the old lady was asking about and replied: "It's the fourth day. Today I will take the Five Classics, Imperials, Imperials, Imperials, Imperials, Imperials."

As soon as Yuanyang finished speaking, Aunt Xue's heart moved. Mrs. Xing's acting skills were not up to standard, and her face showed a look of surprise. Even the women in the inner house knew that the capital was now in the provincial examination. They were discussing this matter after dinner. But this year, there was still brother in the Jia family taking the exam. Thinking about the relationship between the Jia family and Jia Huan, the thoughts in their hearts were probably a bit subtle.

Wang Xifeng had known what was going on and didn't look like drinking tea. If Jia Huan failed, everything would be fine. He would definitely have to go back to his academy to study. If Jia Huan got it, things would be a little troublesome.

Jia Mu nodded, "Let's take a look." She has seen a lot of things in her life.

The few people here immediately understood Jia Mu's attitude.

Yuanyang said frankly: "Don't worry, my ancestor, I'm paying attention."

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The night gradually enveloped, covering the magnificent gardens and houses of the Jia family. Under the night, there was a feeling of anxiety caused by the Jia Huan exam.

Everyone in the Jia family understood that if the Third Master Huan passed the imperial examination, the attitude and position of the mansion towards him might be somewhat problematic. I just don’t know what the master above thought.

Because of the domino wipe, Wang Xifeng stayed at Jia Mu's place for dinner. It happened that Baoyu and Daiyu came to have dinner. At night, the lights were lit and the meal was busy in the hall.

Yuanyang, Ping'er and Xiren met in a elegant small room next to the flower hall. They all went to Zhangda, Jia's house together. When they met, the three of them were smiling. If they were based on their appearance, Ping'er would be the most handsome and decent. If they were based on their age and power, they would be the leader.

It seems that most people in the mansion think that he can win, and they feel a little blindly superstitious about him. Even her maid Zijuan thinks that he can win, but the provincial examination is very difficult.

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