After a series of cumbersome procedures such as naming, praising and worshiping, three hundred tribute men entered the hall one after another. There was no examination today, so I did not set up seats and stood in rows. There were ten rows, five on the left and right.

People were rushing, but everyone lowered their heads, looking solemn, and they dared not make any sounds.

The court etiquette is extremely strict. Any mistake in the act may cause death. This is the rule that has been emphasized and implemented in the thousand-year feudal rule. It has long been deeply rooted in the bones of the world and cannot be separated. In the long river of history, dynasties have changed, people's livelihood and death, many etiquettes have undergone significant changes in form, but this "division of superiority and inferiority" rules have been passed down from generation to generation and have never been moved.

Chen Sanlang felt extremely depressed, as if a mountain was pressing on his back, which was heavy and uncomfortable. In his mind, the golden dragon energy that trapped the Haoran Silk Book also became excited and active, constantly washing away the ancient books, and wanted to completely corrode and melt it...

Cold sweat flashed on the forehead.

However, there are other people in the palace, and there are quite a few of them. Some of them say "threatening and sweating like slurry".

They are all literati and talented men, but the noble and frivolous characters of scholars have completely lost their soil for expression at this time and here.

The world is big, and the rules are the greatest, not the truth. Because the truth often makes no sense.

In the world, the place where the rules are gathered is the Forbidden City; the ruler is the emperor who represents the nine or five emperors.

The silent and depressing waiting was only more than a moment, but it was extremely long.

clang!

With a bell, a deacon and eunuch announced loudly: "The emperor is here, and the tribute is greeting."

Three hundred tribute men saluted together, without moving.

"Let's go flat."

The sound was surprisingly gentle, like a breeze blowing on the face, without much majesty inside.

The tribute men stood up, but they still lowered their heads and dared not go and see.

There was a "rustling" sound of flipping through the paper. This was the emperor's flipping through the exam paper.

Yesterday's palace examination, the chief examiner crossed the approval last night, and the screening and division of three levels overnight was very heavy, and they all completed it by staying up late. Looking back on the past palace examinations, the rules were different, and at least they had plenty of time to review the papers.

But the rules will always change. The imperial examination has undergone hundreds of corrections and reforms over the past thousand years, and finally formed what it is now. At that time, there was no "palace examination" at all, and it was only after all reforms in the past dynasties.

The examiner reviewed the papers and was divided into three echelons. Among them, the best ten volumes were selected as the first Jinshi candidates, and the last three candidates were clicked out by the emperor's imperial pen. After completing the palace examination and meeting the saint, three hundred tributes could be called "the disciples of the emperor".

After about two quarters of an hour, the deacon eunuch shouted loudly: "Wu Qi, Song Jing, Zhou Guang..."

He called several names in one breath, and the tenth one was "Ye Outong".

When Ye Outong heard this, he felt joy in his heart and couldn't help but erupt. He understood the meaning of the ten names, which were clearly the top ten candidates. He quickly stepped out and stepped forward with the others.

"Raise your head!"

The eunuch shouted again.

Ye Outong slowly raised her head, but she didn't dare to look directly, and her eyelids drooped slightly. However, her eyes could also see clearly the emperor sitting on the dragon chaise.

"This is the emperor..."

A complex emotion flashed through my heart, but I didn't dare to think too much, for fear of showing an inappropriate expression.

Of course, these words must not be spoken of. In the past, there were strong ministers who wrote letters, but their final fate was very miserable.

So, as time goes by, can the emperor suddenly wake up and realizes that the situation is difficult, and he must adopt the heavy punishment to govern the country and turn the tide?

This is not impossible. When the emperor ascended the throne, he implemented benevolent policies in the first decade, which made the country rich and the people prosperous, and flourished, and was called a "prosperous era".

Those who pioneer the prosperous era should be wise kings. Since the prodigal son can turn back, why can't wise kings regain their magnificence?

only……

While Yang Qing's family was relieved, they had another serious worry. It is good to treat the country with heavy medicine and strong medicine, but when the building is about to collapse and get seriously ill? It is likely that all the conflicts will arouse and become out of control.

The emperor was arrogant and his voice was gentle: "Yang Qing family, you can choose three more volumes of articles and hand them over."

"Abide by the imperial edict."

The Yang Qing family took the examiners away and went to the side hall to select the sects of the second, third and third grades.

A minister lowered his voice and asked quietly: "Mr. Yang, what's wrong with the emperor?"

He was very confused.

After the palace examination, there has been almost no such incident.

Lord Yang looked complicated and smiled bitterly for a moment: "As a minister, you can just follow the will."

"It's just a hasty time, how can I choose three volumes?"

Three hundred tribute scholars, three hundred articles, are by no means small. What’s more important is that I don’t know what the emperor intends to do and what kind of articles I want to read.

Lord Yang pondered slightly, rubbed his beard, and showed a sense of perseverance: "I'll choose."

He reached out to the volume placed in the Sanjia and pulled out the volume that was originally pressed on the last one.

When the minister next to him saw it, he felt sad and quickly said, "Mr. Yang, no!"

Lord Yang said: "Mr. Wu, Lord. Liu, do you object?"

Lord Wu said anxiously: "The arguments in this volume are radical and biased. How can I submit them to the emperor for reading?"

Lord Yang looked at him and thought of the emperor's tone just now: "Are you afraid?"

Lord Wu said with gaze: "If this volume of article is spread in the circle of the emperor, the world will be in chaos and life will be in trouble."

Lord Yang slowly put down his hand and began to ponder.

Lord Liu advised: "Mr. Yang, it is related to the safety of the country, so you should not be hasty."

Lord Yang thought about it and finally gave up: "Well, let's choose three more volumes."

At this moment, several people discussed in a low voice, and selected three copies from the Second A sect to take them to the hall, and the eunuch submitted them to the emperor.

The emperor began to read, and the browsing speed was not slow. It didn't take long to finish reading. He suddenly looked up and his voice became stern: "Yang Qing family, are you the answer you answered to me?"

As he said that, he suddenly stood up and threw the article in his hand at His Highness: "There are so great in the world and so many scholars, can't we find anyone who can share my worries?"

This sentence contains a lot of meaning, and it has brought in all the civil and military officials of the court.

"Prince, please calm down!"

Lord Yang and others immediately kowtowed and apologized, complaining about their crimes.

The emperor coughed violently, and the eunuch next to him quickly brought a brocade box and opened it. There was a vermilion pill inside, which was filled with the fragrance of medicine.

After taking the medicine, the bright red on the emperor's face gradually faded, and he leaned on the dragon throne like a piece of decaying wood.

After such a change, the three hundred tribute men were surprised, but they did not dare to show it. They lowered their heads and did not even dare to breathe. For the first time in their lives, they had a direct understanding of "accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger".
Chapter completed!