Fengtian Temple, that is, commonly known as the Jinluan Palace.

Although this place has been renovated, it is not difficult to find that there are many traces of burning in the temple, like there is obviously a threshold that has been burned, which makes this Jinluan Hall lose a lot of color.

Standing in the hall, there were officials above the fourth grade, and the left and right columns of civil and military officials and royal ministers looked at Lin Haoran who walked into the hall, and found that the new champion was not only young, but also calm.

Especially under the majesty of the Son of Heaven, he was able to maintain such composure, which surprised many court officials, and at the same time, he also had a high opinion of this new champion Lang.

Lin Haoran knew that this was a feudal era, so it was naturally impossible to be too proud, but he also knew that it was not okay to be too humble. Therefore, with a posture of neither humility nor arrogance, he appeared in the field of vision of civil and military officials, and came to the main hall to thank Emperor Jiajing who was sitting on the dragon chair.

Although he has not yet been awarded an official, he has already regarded himself as an official of the Ming Dynasty, not only to the saint to perform the courtesy of the monarch and minister, but also to the civil and military officials and royal ministers in this palace.

From this moment on, the road to the imperial examination has come to an end, but a new journey has also begun. According to the previous practice, he, the new champion, will be awarded the second sixth grade of the Hanlin Academy, which is the starting point of his officialdom.

I have to say that the welfare of the champion is here, he will be the only second-grade official among the three hundred and fifty-seven jinshi, and he will be half a step ahead of the others at the starting line.

"Where does Aiqing come from?" Jiajing was wearing a dragon robe, and suddenly said to Lin Haoran in the hall.

As soon as these words came out, the civil and military officials on the Golden Palace were stunned, and then looked at Lin Haoran enviously.

This kind of honor has never appeared in the previous champions. The previous champion Lang, let alone being questioned, would not be summoned at all if he met a saint who wanted to cultivate.

Lin Haoran didn't know that there was such an item, but he also replied unhurriedly: "Emperor Qiqi, the minister is from the southern Xinjiang of the Ming Dynasty, and the people from Changlin Village, Shicheng, Gaozhou Prefecture, Guangdong!" ”

"Hmmm! How is the countryside? Jiajing asked softly again.

"There are mountains behind the village, and the four are green; There are bamboos at the edge of the village, and a hundred knots add branches; There is a river in front of the village, and the cold and heat are not dry; The village is Mingjun, the lord of a thousand autumns, Jiajing! Lin Haoran gave up his hand and replied like a stream.

"Good! Good! What a place to be! Jiajing said hello twice and was overjoyed.

The civil and military officials on both sides were also stunned, and they all looked at this champion who was born in a "wild land". There is no exaggeration in the words, but when it comes out of his mouth, it seems to be a treasure.

The most rare thing is that the previous words seem to answer the question of the saint, but they also pave the way for the future. It's obviously a sycophant, but with the previous words first, it's so natural.

"It's a talent!"

Many ministers looked at Lin Haoran, secretly praised in their hearts, and at the same time looked at Wu Shan, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, with envy, who really got a good protégé. As long as he cultivates carefully, he will be able to achieve something in the future.

Wu Shan frowned slightly, faintly revealing a trace of dissatisfaction.

"What's the scenery in my hometown?" Jiajing was quite interested, and continued to ask.

When the ministers of civil and military affairs and the royal ministers in the court heard this question, they couldn't help but smile, and there was a hint of ridicule in their laughter. The kind of southern barbarian land in western Guangdong, even if it is not full of poisonous insects, it is also uninhabited for thousands of miles, and what kind of scenic spots and scenery can we talk about.

Lin Haoran originally wanted to shake his head, because there was indeed no scenic spot near Changlin Village, but when he heard the disdainful laughter in the main hall, he arched his hand and said: "One lily, one hat, one flat boat, one zhang silk and one inch hook." A song and a bottle of wine, a person fishing alone in the autumn. This is the beauty of the minister! ”

Yes?

The minister, who was having a sneering look on his face, was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at the young scholar in shock.

I all know that he is talking about a person sitting on a small boat fishing, but he chanted it with a poem, and it was suddenly vivid and vivid, especially the "one person fishing alone and one river autumn", which is simply the reincarnation of the poet.

I have to say that talented people are powerful, obviously a poor country, but in his mouth, it is like a unique and heavenly existence on earth.

What is pretending, this is the real pretending!

Wu Shan's dissatisfaction between his eyebrows disappeared, and he looked at his protégé in amazement, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Good! Good! Good! If it is clumsy, this scene is better than countless scenery! Jiajing said hello three times in a row, his face was already red, and his eyes were shining.

Jiajing originally wanted to continue asking, but Huang Jin next to him coughed lightly, knowing that this Golden Palace Messenger was not easy to delay, so he raised his hand at Lin Haoran and said, "Wen Kui, let's step back first!" ”

“…… Be! Lin Haoran was stunned at first, but then replied respectfully.

Wen Kui?

The civil and military ministers in the main hall were suddenly shocked again, thinking that they had heard it wrong. When he saw that the left and right were shocked, he knew that Fang Cai had heard correctly, and the saint was actually called "Wen Kui" for the champion of the new department.

Obviously, this new champion is different from the previous champions, and he can be said to have won the heart of the emperor.

Lin Haoran walked to the back of the line of civil and military officials, and Mao Xuanyuan and Tanhua Xu Wei walked into the main hall together to thank him, and then the two of them stood behind him excitedly.

The top three in the first class are eligible to enter the temple, while the other new members only need to thank them outside.

"The twenty-third Sun Zhiqiang in the second class."

"Yang Futian, the twenty-fourth place in the second class."

"The twenty-fifth place in the top three is unveiling heroes."

……

"The thirty-first Zhang Jun in the top three."

"The thirty-second place in the top three is Ningjiang."

"Zou Guangwen, the thirty-third place in the top three."

……

When he finished reading the names of the three hundred and fifty-seven new science and technology scholars, Xu Jie was almost so tired that he climbed down.

They all know the scenery of the first and second grades, but there are too many people in essence, and they can only be the top three. It's just that no one thought that Yan Beichen was not only not the champion, but also fell to the last place.

Everyone looked at him with extremely strange eyes, and knew that this man was finished. As one of the twelve candidate champion scrolls, he was sent to the saint, but he was not selected into the first class, but fell to the last place in the top three.

"How so?"

When Yan Beichen finally heard his name, the whole person seemed to be distracted, and his heart was like ashes. He didn't understand why it had become like this, but he knew that his career was over before it had even begun.

The ceremony is still going on, and after the roll call is over, the music resumes, and the civil and military officials and new science and technology scholars kneel and bow, and finally the emperor gives the "big gold list".

This gold list is actually the list of the palace examination, which is divided into three classes, and will be publicized to the outside world for three days.

At the end of the Golden Palace, the cannon sounded, and everyone sent Emperor Jiajing, the lord of trillions of people, away.