The crowd was talking, but they saw a group of people passing by the door. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A boy in brocade clothes, riding a tall horse in front, behind him are more than 20 healthy servants, with good pomp and circumstance.

When the steward saw this brocade-clothed boy, he immediately went up, nodded and spoke on the side.

"Who is this?" Most of the people in the hall asked.

"This person is the third son of the Zhang family." Lin Yanchao said.

"It turned out to be Zhang Maoxiu."

Zhang Maoxiu listened to the steward's report while walking, then stopped his horse, glanced at Lin Yanchao, and said to the steward: "I don't know how to do things so inappropriately, if I have Lin Jieyuan's understanding, I have to kick you out of the hall." Immediately give me five feet back, not an inch less. “

Lin Yanchao stepped forward and said, "Brother Zhang, where is it, it's really polite." “

Zhang Maoxiu rode on the horse, hugged his fist at Lin Yanchao and said with a smile: "Where, it's my subordinates who are ignorant and offended." “

After speaking, Zhang Maoxiu whipped away.

This Zhang Maoxiu hadn't gone far away, and he said loudly to the left and right: "You remember, our son is generous, what is this?" This is the bearing of Xiangye's mansion, how much face will be lost when you go out in the future, don't embarrass our son. “

Left and right are all in unison: "Yes." “

Originally, Zhang Maoxiu said to retreat five feet, and the crowd also counted it, but when he heard these people patting his ass, it was like a pot mixed with mouse feces, and he lost his appetite together.

Lin Cai looked at Zhang Maoxiu and sneered: "Look at it, this Shoufu son's high-minded appearance, he really thinks he is Yang Wenxian." “

Yang Wenxian is Yang Shen, a great talent in the Jiajing Zhengde period, when he won the champion, the first assistant Li Dongyang was his teacher, and the second assistant Yang Tinghe was his father, and this father was his father. It's not dry.

Liu Zhen also sneered: "Yang Wenxian is the champion, he deserves his name, and who is Zhang Maoxiu, can he also be with Yang Wenxian?" “

Several people complained for a while, and Weng Zhengchun immediately said: "Don't say it again, there are many ears and eyes here." It's not good to mess with Jinyiwei. “

Liu Zhen sneered when he heard this: "Brother Weng reminds me that I heard that Zhang Jianxiu, the fourth son of our first assistant, is the commander of Jinyiwei, what a powerful person!" “

The crowd didn't say anything, but entered the hall together.

February 29, the day the list is released.

Countless officials in the Suncheon Gongyuan are still busy and nervous. Outside the Dragon Gate of the Gongyuan, the scribes were all looking inside, waiting for the moment of Zhang Bang.

was supposed to release the list in the morning, but it was delayed for some reason, so it was delayed until the afternoon. But after a long time in the afternoon, there was still no news of the release of the list.

"It's coming. Here it comes. A man came out at a gallop.

Immediately, one person said: "Gengchen will take the 302nd place in the exam." “

The two officials next to the list dipped their pens in gold ink and immediately filled in the list, which is the so-called title of the gold list!

They wrote the list of Shuntian Gongyuan, and as for the main list to pass Zhu, it was also stamped with a big seal and sent to the Ministry of Rites for posting.

When filling in the list in the Gongyuan, a reporter had already gotten the news and got his name. At the moment, they wrote the names of the new tribute students on a yellow piece of paper. It was made of fine paper, sprinkled with gold dust. And with the silk forging as the shaft, pasted with gold flowers.

This is the Golden Flower post!

In the Tang and Song dynasties, the government wanted to send a copy of such a list to the person who ascended, which was called the Golden Flower Post. But later Dengdi was changed to Linxuan roll call, and the Jinhua post was not sent by the government, but was changed to a private newspaper reporter.

At this time, the Gongyuan sang the list. The rankings of those who ascended to the top were filled in one by one from low to high, and a team of reporters outside the gate of the Gongyuan took the red silk as the flag, and the golden book was immediately raised, and the gongs and drums were beaten. The formation of these tributes after 200 is average, but it is different before 200. The ranking is getting bigger and bigger, and there are more and more people sending posts.

In Jingshi Street, when the reporter knocked and walked, hundreds of people poured into the street to see the excitement.

"Good news Guangdong Haifeng master, Huang Shouqian, high school Gengchen will take the 290th tribute, Jinluan Hall above the saint!"

The fast horse galloped by, and the gongs and drums of the reporter team behind them rang out in unison, firecrackers rang out, and the people on the side also said in unison: "It's a person surnamed Huang, a person from Guangdong." ”

In front of the Fuzhou Hall.

All the people came to the lobby to sit, some were playing chess, some were ordering food and drinks, and some were walking around the lobby with their hands in hand.

Most of them sit and wait, and a few force their composure.

At this moment, there is still spring cold, but the sweat on many people's foreheads is falling drop by drop.

Lin Yanchao sees others clearly, but he is not indifferent. He sat in the hall, but saw the fast horse passing by, and the horse's hooves raised light dust. Every time I walked fast, it was like stepping on the tip of my heart.

And the few lifters sitting beside him, whenever a fast horse passed by, could not help but get up from the stool and walk to the door to take a look.

Then with the fast horse of good news, he roared towards the door of the hall, and then roared away, Lin Yanchao saw that their faces were all lost. However, Lin Yanchao was not exempt from vulgarity, and he sat there suffering from gains and losses, but he maintained a slight composure on his face.

"Anyway, the dust has settled, even if you worry about it, you won't get one, everyone says yes."

One of the people spoke comfortingly, and everyone smiled but didn't say anything.

"Good news Henan Shangqiu master, Yang Zhihao, high school Gengchen will test the 280th tribute, Jinluan Hall above the saint!"

The reporter shouted at the top of his voice, and he could hear it two streets away.

Everyone in the hall listened and said, "It's the Henan Hall!" ”

After speaking, he showed a face full of envy, and then the Henan Hall blew and beaten.

Everyone doesn't know how happy this new tribute was, and they could only imagine this moment in their minds when they raised their eyebrows.

Lin Yanchao couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the name of 'Yang Hao', Yang Hao, isn't this brother the commander of the Battle of Salhu in history? I actually went to the same subject as myself.

Lin Yanchao was thinking about this, and Liu Zhen on the side said to a few people: "You must know the ranking of the examination, although it cannot determine the ranking of the palace examination, it is still used for reference. The top ten in the examination must be determined for Zhang Maoxiu, Zhang Jingxiu, Zhang Taizheng and a few others, so that they can also build momentum for the palace examination. ”

Speaking of this, Liu Zhen looked at Lin Yanchao and said, "And Brother Zonghai, even with your talent, it is well known. If the examiner wants to take you, either you will take it low, or you will be high and high, and you will never be in the middle. As for the few of us, if we are less than a hundred, there is no hope. ”

Ye Xianggao said on the side: "Brother Liu, you are too extreme. ”

Liu Zhen listened to the look of believing if you love to believe it, and said if you don't believe it: "Brother Ye, if you don't believe it, let's see if I am right in a while." ”

In fact, Lin Yanchao also felt that Liu Zhen's words made sense.

As he spoke, he suddenly heard a voice from outside.

"Good news Hu Guangyuan Ling Master, Yu Minghua, high school Gengchen will test the two hundred and sixty-third tributes, Jinluan Hall above the saint!"

The reporter beat gongs and drums and passed under the colorful shed at the entrance of the hall, and everyone was enthusiastic when they watched this scene under their noses.

And then bang bang twice!

The Huguang Hall actually set off fireworks, it was not yet dusk, and the sky was still bright, but the Huguang Hall did not wait for the later rankings to come out, and set off the fireworks in advance, obviously looking very well stocked.

Everyone looked at the fireworks outside the wall, and one of them couldn't take his eyes off it, and said stupidly: "This fireworks are so beautiful, if they are only lit for me once, this life will be worth it." ”

Lin Cai said with relief: "The thing of fireworks, but it is fleeting in a blink of an eye, what is there to love." ”

This person glanced at Lin Cai, and suddenly said: "Brother Ren, am I not able to pass this subject?" ”

Lin Cai said comfortingly: "It's still early, it's only two hundred and sixty-three!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the sound of horses' hooves came here, and the people above shouted.

"Good news Henan Shangqiu master, Wei Zhenyunzhong, high school Gengchen will test the two hundred and three tributes, Jinluan Hall above the saint!"

"It's two hundred and three so soon!"

This thought crossed everyone's minds, and everyone's mood suddenly fell at this moment.

A hundred people passed like this, and there was not one person in the Fuzhou Guild Hall.

This Wei Yunzhong is Henan Xie Yuan, a talented man on the same level as Gu Xiancheng, Lin Yanchao, and Tang Xianzu, and he only won two hundred and three places, which shows how difficult it is to try.

After waiting for a while, when it was about to get dark, a fast horse came to a halt in front of the gate.

The crowd stood up in an uproar.

The reporter gasped and said: "Good news for the master of Fuqing in Fujian, Lu Zhenyicheng, the one hundred and fifty-fifth tribute in the high school Gengchen examination, the saint above the Jinluan Palace!" ”

"Who...... Who is Lu Yicheng? ”

It's not Liu Zhen, it's not Weng Zhengchun, it's not Ye Xianggao, it's not Lin Yanchao, the people who ascended to the top were beyond everyone's expectations.

"Which one is Lu Yicheng? Master Lu? ”

In the Fuzhou Hall, a man stood up tremblingly and said: "It's me, I'm Lu Yicheng, my name is Lu Yicheng, and I'm from Fuqing!" ”

It was the person who asked Lin Cai if he could light a fireworks.

When he took the golden book, he suddenly knelt on the ground, hid his face and wept bitterly; "I hit, I really hit! Dad, mother, I'm in it, I'm going to be an official, I'm out of luck! ”

Saying that, Lu Yicheng couldn't help but kowtow to the stone slab, raised people left and right and was startled, and held him up and said, "Brother Lu, don't be like this!" ”

Lu Yicheng's forehead was blue, and he still cried and laughed left and right: "Don't persuade me, I'm happy!" ”

"I'm going home! In front of my house, I want to set up such a high, such a big Jinshi archway, to five rooms, blue brick masonry, green tile cover, I want all passers-by, see my name Lu Yicheng. ”

"And I want to see the fireworks! Yes, it must be the biggest and brightest! ”

Talking, bang!

Another beam of fireworks went straight into the sky.

The crowd looked out the door.

"Good news Huguang Hanyang master, Xiao Zhen good reputation, high school Gengchen will test the one hundred and twenty-first tribute, Jinluan Hall above the saint!"

Everyone sighed that it was the Huguang Hall again.

"Hee-hee, fireworks, fireworks! It's so beautiful. Lu Yicheng clapped his hands and smiled.

Seeing this scene, everyone was frightened, Lin Yanchao said in his heart, isn't it, the textbook five hundred years later, after Fan Jinzhong finished lifting, do you still want a Lu Yicheng Zhongjinshi? (To be continued.) )