The Fengtian Hall and the adjacent Wenhua Hall are brightly lit.

Mi Feng and the inspectors took the papers handed over by the tribute men and sent them to Wenhua Hall, and handed them over to the seventeen reviewers for review.

There are fewer and fewer candidates in Fengtian Palace. As the sky is getting late, the candidates who have not finished their writing are anxious and express their feelings.

On the dragon throne, Zhu Yunyu, who had been sitting upright for a day, had his legs and his back stiff, and he resisted his desire to move. Generally speaking, he, the emperor, could leave after staying in the examination room for a while. But after all, it was his first palace examination since he ascended the throne, so he has been sitting until now.

"Long live, you haven't had a meal for a day, have a little?" Wu Basha came over and asked softly.

Zhu Yunxiu looked at the soup prepared by Guanglu Temple for the candidates in the hall. No one had touched the soup and rice prepared by Guanglu Temple. Then he said, "No need for it, I won't starve to death if I don't eat it!" He said, and asked again, "Where is the prince!"

"Go back to Master Long Sui, after the prince's resignation, I went to the Supreme Emperor!" The turtle shamelessly whispered, "The Supreme Emperor took the Prince to fish!"

"Stupid brat, he will hide from the Qing Dynasty!" Zhu Yunxi smiled.

Then he looked at the tribute scholar who was still writing hard in the hall and said, "Go, let more lights and light up the hall. Tell the examiners not to urge them, let them write slowly, and there is no rush!"

"Yes!" The turtle responded.

After a while, several people handed in the papers, and only two or three people were left in the hall.

But for some reason, among the two or three people, a tribute suddenly whispered, "Big... sir!"

"What's wrong?" Hanlin's attendant Zhang Xin quickly walked over and looked at the tribute, "What's the matter?"

"Student!" The person who spoke was Han Kezhong, the gongs of Shandong. He lowered his head and said cowardly, "There is no more paper for students?"

"Hmm?" Zhang Xin looked at Han Kezhong's desktop. He used a thick stack of drafts, and large pieces of smearing and changes on it. Now when re-engraving the test paper, there is not enough paper.

"Damn it!" Zhang Xin scolded with a stern face, "What have you done long ago?"

"Student!" Han Kezhong was anxious, his words trembled, and his tears were almost falling.

During the palace examination, the papers sent to the candidates are all fixed, because eight-legged essays are all in their own format and the number of words is limited.

"You are so playful..." As he said that, Zhang Xin suddenly whispered in a low voice and bowed his head and bowed, "Emperor!"

Zhu Yunxiu just came down from the dragon throne and heard their conversation and slowly came over, "No need to be polite!" As he said that, he smiled at Han Kezhong, who was already stunned and full of shock, "You don't need to be polite, sit and write well!"

Then, he said to Zhang Xin again, "Although there is a fixed quota for papers, it is not a big deal. Come and give him those exam papers and let him write them slowly!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Han Kezhong's tears came down and the test paper was wet.

Zhu Yunxiu stepped aside and took a few points of the test paper from the inspector. The handwriting on it was extremely neat, and the size seemed to be engraved.

"Emperor!" The inspector inspector Yan Zhen bowed directly, "When these tribute scholars hand in the papers, the palace examination will be over!"

"Yes!" Zhu Yunxiu nodded, looked casually, then fell on Han Kezhong's side, and said, "Can you know who the tribute is?"

"I have read the file. It was a Shandong scholar. His surname was Han Kezhong!" Yan Zhen smiled and said, "He is an absolute poor student. His county has not been out of Beijing for the exam for 20 years. I heard that when he came to Beijing, the local county magistrate beat gongs and gongs and sent him thirty miles!"

"It is not easy for poor students!" Zhu Yunxiu sighed slightly.

Although the country has increased its investment in education in the north in recent years, the gap is still obvious. The main reason is that the north is full of official schools, while private schools are popular in the south. The richer the place, the more prosperous the private schools are, and they are all taught by famous teachers.

Those famous teachers may not be able to teach others, but they can teach students how to take the exam with no means.

Finally, Han Kezhong finished writing the paper and handed it over to the examiner.

After kowtowing, I left the hall and was blown by the wind to find that my back was already cold.

I don’t know how I did the exam, but I was nervous and followed the imperial guards out of the imperial city with fear.

It was already dark outside, and there were still some lights.

Suddenly, a voice came from the front, "But Brother Han?"

Han Kezhong was cheered up when he heard this, "Brother Jiang!"

Not far away, a man came out carrying a lantern and looked at him with a smile. Who else could he be if he wasn't Jiang Hongye.

"You are finally out!" Jiang Hongye smiled.

Han Kezhong bowed and said, "I'm sorry for waiting for a long time!" and asked again, "How did you do in the exam?"

Jiang Hongye smiled and pointed his fingers into the sky. "God knows!" As he said that, he hugged Han Kezhong's shoulder intimately, "I'm not afraid of you making jokes. I was confused when I saw the topic of "State". The discussion was sloppy, and the discussion was confused!"

As he said that, he smiled and said, "I guess, if I can win, it can only be said that God is merciful. If I don't win, it's also the right thing to do!"

Han Kezhong was still nervous in his heart and smiled, "You can see it openly!"

"What's the solution? Is it already like this?" Jiang Hongye smiled and said, "At worst, I can continue to take the next exam!" As he said, he looked at Han Kezhong, "Brother Han doesn't have to worry. You have only learned ten times better than me, so you must have won!"

"It depends on God's will!" Han Kezhong sighed.

"Don't sigh in vain, let's stop drunk!" Jiang Hongye smiled.

~~~

In Wenhua Palace, under the bright lights, seventeen paper marking officials looked at the test paper in their hands silently. Sometimes they smiled and showed praise, sometimes they frowned deeply and had entanglements, and sometimes they shook their heads and sighed with regret.

“This word is beautifully written!”

Dai Yi, a attendant of the Hanlin Academy, laughed with the test paper in his hand, "Until now, this boy's calligraphy should be the best among all the candidates!"

One sentence aroused everyone's interest and looked at them.

Sure enough, the words on the test paper are like printed words, with round strokes. What’s even more rare is that the words on the entire paper are completed in one go, and even in the last few lines, the handwriting is still the same, which is valuable.

Let’s look at the article again. The format at the beginning is not wrong, and the article even quotes classics.

"Hey, look at me!" Zuo Chunfang scholar Wang Junhua smiled bitterly with the paper in his hand, "It's fine if the handwriting is a bit biased. I read it twice, but the words are obscure and difficult to understand. I don't know where this is. Can I come to the palace examination with such talented people?"

Hanlin attendant Zhang Xin looked over and found that the test paper in his hand was indeed quite inconsistent, and the fonts could only be said to be neat, so it was impossible to say that a good word was written.

"Where can it be?" he smiled, "This kind of talented person, let alone a juren, is not even a scholar in Jiangnan. It must be a remote place, taught by the foolish teacher!"

"Haha!" After saying this, the reviewers laughed.

"Stop joking!" The examiner Liu Sanwu frowned slightly, "Review it quickly, and leave it to the Master of Long live to see after discussing the good ranking!" As he said, he paused, "This is the first palace examination after the emperor ascended the throne, and he was cheered up!"

As he said that, he lowered his head and slowly looked at the test paper in his hand.

When I saw a familiar handwriting, I glanced a few times and placed my hand on the left side of the desk.

On the desk, the papers that he can read are left and the papers that he can read are right.

Suddenly, another Hanlin scholar next to him spoke, "This is a fool's paper, no matter how you beat the right format, it's wrong!"

Liu Sanwu stood up and walked over, and saw that the paper was the question of the policy and discussion given by the emperor.

According to the format, you should write at the beginning of the test paper with a circle larger than ordinary handwriting, and the words "Mind" should be written in two words.

But this test paper was written directly.

If you look closely, there is no allusion in the article, and what you say is a matter of country slang. And the more you go back, the more urgent and powerless the handwriting becomes.

"There is no need to read this test paper again!" Liu Sanwu said, "The format is wrong, why are you talking about other things?"
Chapter completed!