Qin Dynasty, Xianyang, Ye Mansion!

As one of the few forces in the dynasty that can rival the Confucian, Taoist and Liberal Arts Academy, the Ye family all relies on the prince, and the prince and two third-grade warriors are in charge.

And Ye Lingyun's biological mother, Zhao Ruyun, the eldest lady of the palace, can be said to be revered by thousands of people in Da Qin.

With such a status and identity, and a son who claims to have the appearance of a warrior god, she should be able to sit back and relax.

But he couldn't stand it. When he was young, he was romantic, married a beautiful woman, and gave birth to a heir apparent.

Fortunately, that bastard was not as good as Ye Lingyun. His cultivation talents in various systems were average and he would not pose any threat.

Originally, the prince of Ye Mansion did not want to see an ordinary son because he loved Wujiwu, and even sent him to study in Datang, far away from home.

"The bastard's cultivation foundation was cut off from the moment he was conceived, but he still had Confucianism and Taoism that could not cut off his talent. However, he did not expect that his desire to return would not die. He studied hard for ten years just to succeed in the imperial examination and return to the palace!"

Zhao Ruyun was sitting in the room and telling a secret with an expressionless face. At the door was a white-clothed warlock, who was her confidant who had been sent there privately before. At this moment, she was respectfully waiting for a reward.

"But it's a good thing that I let you go over and resolve this matter completely. As long as that kid dies, no matter how angry the prince is, he won't really be able to trace my case for a dead good-for-nothing."

The white-clothed warlock just followed orders, but there was one thing he didn't understand, so he asked: "Madam, even if Li Xingyun succeeds in the imperial examination, he can't threaten the status of the eldest prince, so why should he take the risk of being discovered by the prince?

What about doing this?"

"What do you know!" Zhao Ruyun frowned and snorted coldly, and said: "Confucianism and Taoism are the best cultivation systems in the world. My son is quite afraid of Confucianism and Taoism. In those days, there were several Confucianism and Taoism semi-sages who did not show their prowess before.

, but he was promoted to semi-saint once he had an epiphany! Confucianism and Taoism cultivation are too weird, so he has to be careful! If he really enters the realm of childishness, when the prince takes him back and watches him, he can only wait for him to grow up all the way.

.After all, that child’s other cultivation talents are unparalleled in the world. If we hadn’t discovered the manipulation earlier, he would have reached the peak of his powers long ago and led the palace on my son’s behalf.”

"It's... Madam's long-term consideration." The white-clothed warlock said nothing more. After all, when Li Xingyun was first conceived, he was called to investigate the fetus and found that the talent was unparalleled in the world.

In order to prevent Li Xingyun's birth from affecting her son's future, Zhao Ruyun took a vicious step and gave Li Xingyun's mother a special potion to drink, which in the long run would damage the fetus's talent for cultivation.

However, the talent of Confucianism and Taoism is not affected by any body, which allows Li Xingyun to preserve the possibility of a path of cultivation.

Zhao Ruyun waved her hand and said, "You are tired of using formations all the way back from the Tang Dynasty. Go down first, and I will ask General Manager Zhao to deliver things to you later."

"Thank you, madam!"

The white-robed warlock quietly retreated.

Zhao Ruyun also walked out of the room, crossed the courtyard, and followed the gravel path to a secluded courtyard.

There is a sycamore tree in the yard, with a swing tied to its branches.

There is a woman on the swing who is in a daze. She looks about thirty years old. Although her face is haggard, she still cannot block the Chinese beauty and fragrance in her every move.

Zhao Ruyun looked at the woman from a distance through the arch of the courtyard, her eyes became sinister, and she sneered in her heart: "I have been locked up here for more than ten years and will never see the prince again in this life. I really think that your good-for-nothing son can take the exam." Will I come back to see you after taking the imperial examination? It's a pity that your expectations of more than ten years have been completely disappointed."

With just a contemptuous glance, Zhao Ruyun left happily.

The woman on the swing, with a face full of lovesickness and some pretty pale lips, opened and closed her mouth and murmured: "Xingyun, today is the Spring Imperial Examination Day of the Tang Dynasty, are you okay..."

...

The capital of the Tang Dynasty, Chang'an, was thousands of miles away.

Thousands of lights from thousands of houses illuminate the bustling Chang'an Street.

Li Xingyun was drunk and was being supported by Gu Qinghui as he walked slowly towards his home.

As he walked, Gu Qinghui complained: "You guy, you are still half a pre-sage boy. You have talent in your body and you get drunk. Why are you so worried that you don't even want to force out the alcohol? You want to get drunk." Just rest."

This can't be blamed on Li Xingyun for wanting to get drunk. After all, after traveling through time, the things he encountered were completely different from his original views.

Coupled with the events that happened one after another in the past few days, and the unknown enemy of the palace waiting for him, he simply took advantage of the joy of today to get drunk.

When you wake up tomorrow, you will be completely integrated into this world.

After walking for a long time, Gu Qinghui helped Li Xingyun to the latter's home with difficulty.

He knocked on the door and shouted: "Sister Qing, Ziqing is drunk, I sent him back!"

Soon, the door was opened, and Qin Keqing looked at the drunk Li Xingyun anxiously, wanting to step forward and take it.

Li Xingyun, who was half drunk and half awake, patted Gu Qinghui's shoulder and said, "Mingtang, you are walking too slowly. You are half drunk."

"..." Gu Qinghui punched Li Xingyun on the shoulder and said angrily: "Next time, I'll just throw you to the Jiaofang Secretary to sleep, which will save me the trouble."

Hearing this, Qin Keqing glared at Gu Qinghui with her beautiful and clear eyes, and scolded: "How dare you! In a place like Jiaofangsi, you are too young to learn well."

"Ahem, scholars should drink and have fun." Gu Qinghui smiled awkwardly, then wiped the soles of his feet with oil and fled: "I'm going home first."

"But Sister Qing, you look like a teacher when you teach others." Li Xingyun rested his head on that charming snow-white neck, and the fragrance that hit his nostrils fascinated him.

"I'm not a teacher. How can I have the demeanor of a teacher? I'm drunk and talking nonsense?" Qin Keqing looked at Li Xingyun in annoyance and amusement, let him lie on her body, and helped him in.

Passed through the small courtyard, walked through the main hall, and came to the bedside of the main room.

Qin Keqing gently put Li Xingyun on the bed, but she was not strong enough and was taken down easily.

"Your Majesty..." Qin Keqing's body stiffened, his breath was like blue, and his voice as thin as a mosquito's moan kept teasing the people in front of him.

"Huh?" Li Xingyun slowly opened his eyes and looked at the delicate face in front of him, which was even redder than his own drunk face.

"I...I'm going to get you some water to wipe yourself with?" she said with evasive eyes.

"I'm not holding..." Li Xingyun said truthfully.

When Qin Keqing heard this, his face turned even redder. Doesn't this mean that she couldn't get up because she was lying on him?

She stood up suddenly, straightened her messy clothes, glanced over her head and whispered softly: "If you don't learn well at a young age, you must have learned it from that boy from the Gu family."

Li Xingyun smiled and said nothing, it was better to let Gu Qinghui take the blame for this kind of thing.

Qin Keqing turned around and ran away to fetch water. When she came in again after a while, she found that Li Xingyun was already asleep.

She had no choice but to step forward and take off his clothes and scrub him. After completing all this, she began to pack the book bag that Li Xingyun brought to the Academy of Arts for the imperial examination today.

"Paper, ink and pen..."

"We've finished eating all the pastries... Your Majesty really likes eating these pastries."

"Hey...what is this?"

Suddenly, Qin Keqing discovered that among a pile of draft papers, one of them was glowing golden.

"This should be something more important. The prince is so careless. How could he put it together with other draft papers?"

She wanted to take it out separately and put it away carefully.

But after taking it out, I found that there was no dense writing on it like other draft papers, only a few dozen words.

Just by glancing at the title of the poem, she couldn't help but fall deeply into it.

"Lovesickness."

"Your Majesty, who...are you yearning for?"

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"Red beans grow in the southern country. When spring comes, a few branches will bloom. I hope you will pick more of them. This is the most loved thing."

In an instant, Qin Keqing's heart tightened, and she felt the deepest lovesickness contained in this poem.

The place where red beans grow is in the southern country where she and Li Xingyun’s mother are from!

It’s just that the Southern Kingdom has now been destroyed and merged into the territory of Qin.

Chapter 20: Examination!

"But Sister Qing, you don't know that when I saw that the topic of the question was to judge Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, I was really surprised!"

The next morning, Li Xingyun, who was having breakfast with Qin Keqing, was talking about interesting things from yesterday's imperial examination.

Qin Keqing listened carefully and looked at Li Xingyun with a pair of beautiful, pure and clear eyes.

When she heard that Ce Wen actually commented on Emperor Taizong, she was also worried.

"Is this year's imperial examination so difficult? Although Confucian scholars are not afraid of imperial power and dare to speak out, he is Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty after all. If something is wrong, won't it leave a bad impression?"

Qin Keqing didn't know that Li Xingyun was even bolder. Not only did he choose Emperor Taizong's most controversial Xuanwumen Incident as the starting point, he also said something that could be considered a criticism of the emperor.

But just this policy question is likely to make many scholars fall in front of Tong Sheng's door.

Fortunately, Li Xingyun didn't have to worry about being promoted to Tongsheng. Qin Keqing was only slightly worried and continued to listen to Li Xingyun's story.

And in the holy temple in the liberal arts college.

The review operation has also officially begun.

Yuan Jun Lu Huan, County Magistrate Yang Nan, and Jingzhao Prefecture Hanlin Secretary Ru were the chief examiners of the papers.

In the holy temple, tens of thousands of test papers were laid out layer after layer.

The three of them stood in front of the stone statue of Saint Kong and worshiped: "Please choose me!"

Confucian saints use the method of judging the talent contained in the test paper in the holy temple.

Therefore, asking the saints to select is to ask the saints to select the best two hundred test papers, and the others are just a formality, being dragged into one place.

Among the two hundred test paper owners, the best one hundred are the candidates for the Wannian County Spring Imperial Examination.

This is also to prevent some accidents and ignore some scholars with unique aspects. This aspect only refers to poetry. It is also to prevent collusion with the examiner to cheat. As long as you are not strong enough to enter the top two hundred candidates, you can
To be continued...