This is the first time that Mao Jue has pasted the emperor's list in Sijiu City after entering the Beijing Division, and early in the morning, the patrolling soldiers pasted the yellow paper on the city gates one by one. Looking at the excitement, it is estimated that there is no common disease of any nation, this paste has not dried yet, and the scholar and peddler, the guy boss have already hula and surrounded a large group.

"What is this for? Is there going to be a tax increase? ”

"The regent of King Liao, it should be an amnesty for the world, right? Alas, then the ragged cow at the corner of our street will have to be let go home! Alas......"

"What are you talking about, that's the regent Enko! Does Enco know? Elector!"

"The matter of the official master! Scatter it! It has nothing to do with our ordinary people!"

In the chaotic shouting, a group of small citizens shook their heads and went their own way, but in the crowd, there were still some well-intentioned people there with their eyes open, carefully looking at the documents word by word.

Among them, an old scholar in his forties, with a slightly chubby figure, wearing a splendid green robe, a melon skin hat, and a pair of Western glasses on his face, looked very seriously there.

"Uncle Liu, what is written on the Emperor List of the Martial Arts?"

The sudden voice startled the old scholar, and when he turned around, he was a young man wearing a white scholar's robe, holding a folding fan of mountains and rivers, and his hair tied with a scarf.

Listening to the young man's impatient question, the old scholar hurriedly turned back in three steps and two steps, clenched his fists helplessly, bowed, and said, "Oh, my young master! Woe to the mouth! Now it's the regent in power! You're so open-mouthed! Watch out for the brocade guards on the street! ”

As he spoke, he still looked left and right with trembling eyes, and that look seemed to look like everyone was a Jinyiwei, not to mention, because of the scholar's flamboyant voice, most of the people around him were so frightened that they turned around and left, which made the old scholar even more afraid.

But it's really that the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, but the young scholar is mad, and he snorted indifferently: "Originally, he was a rough martial artist who fell into the eyes of money, and he relied on a little luck to destroy a few barbarian tribes and forced the emperor to give him the title of king, and now he doesn't want to reimburse the emperor, but he takes power, okay, don't say it, what is written on the emperor's notice?" ”

Dragged the young man who was full of running trains to the side, and made sure that there was no Jinyi guard nearby ready to arrest at any time, the old scholar breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed the sweat on his forehead and replied softly.

"Back to the young master, the regent has Kaienke! Within seven days, the Jingshizi and the scholars from other places rushed to the Longen Academy under the Jingshi Taiping Street Rite Department to sign up for the Enke exam, and this time they were admitted, saying that they could be appointed as officials immediately!"

It's really realistic, as soon as he heard that there was an official, the young scholar's eyes lit up with excitement, and he laughed loudly with his chest: "Even if the king of Liao is not confused, he knows that he has to read people to govern the world!" It can be regarded as my Dong Shiyun catching up! ”

"Where to sign up! Take Ben Gongzi with you!"

"Old decay obeys!"

Looking at his son-in-law's appearance that he was the champion of the current department, the old scholar hurriedly nodded several times and led the way in front, but after walking a few steps, he still couldn't help but look back at the emperor's list.

Different from the previous Emperor List Enke, this time, this Emperor List is particularly indicated, as long as you have the qualifications of a food student, you will participate in Enke immediately!

The southern literary style is prosperous, it is easy to study, it is not only a natural advantage, but it is also a disaster, there are too many geniuses who stand out, like him, if he is in any of the provinces in Jiangbei, he may have already taken the examination to raise people, and even Jinshi is not impossible, but he was born in such a place as Shaoxing, he can only be a master for a lifetime, this is the first time that a person like him has a reference for the imperial examination, and he has the opportunity to be an official.

"Uncle Liu?"

A shout brought the old scholar back to his senses, but then he shook his head self-deprecatingly, the shady curtain of officialdom, a teacher like him is clear! I'm afraid that the qualifications of the students are just to give some hope to the readers, and the real admission quota is only set for the descendants of high-ranking families like his son-in-law, Jiangnan celebrity Dong Qichang, right?

"Young Master, let's go!"

With his arm in hand, he was once again leading the way in front.

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This literati at the end of the Ming Dynasty is really shameless enough, just because Mao Jue issued an order, Shinong industry and commerce paid grain in one, deprived them of the privilege of not paying taxes and scolded, this opportunity to be an official of Enke, Longen Academy immediately lined up in front of a sea of people, from the street to the alley are all Confucian clothes with big sleeves and scarves. Many ordinary people in Beijing may have never seen so many scholars in their lives.

There were a few tables at the entrance of the academy, and several petty officials of the eight or nine grades under the Ministry of Rites were spreading out the account books weakly, and the future people recorded their names and origins one by one.

However, these scholars in the late Ming Dynasty were also like a swarm of bees, with two scholars and Master Liu, the arrogant son Dong Shiyun directly swaggered into the team, and in front of the stunned faces of several officials of the Ministry of Rites, he hugged his fist triumphantly.

"The grandson of Dong Qichang of Songjiang Huating, I met a few adults, Xiaosheng came to visit Lord Xu of the Ministry of Rites in the name of his father, and I hope that a few adults will introduce him on his behalf!"

This self-introduction is much more powerful than that of my father is Li Gang in later generations, and several small officials of the Ministry of Rites immediately changed color, and they were all in a lot of energy at once, and they stood up numbly, and they also hugged their fists heavily.

"It turned out to be the virtuous grandson of Master Dong, disrespectful and disrespectful! Lord Xu is sorting out the documents and diagrams in the academy, please follow the lower officials!"

Dong Qichang has a very high prestige in Jiangnan Shilin, whether it is the Donglin Party or the anti-Donglin faction, he has to sell him a little face, the real protégé is all over the world, in the envy of other scholars, this Dong Shiyun was not surprised to be invited in.

"Even Master Dong's grandson has come to take the exam! It seems that this King of Liao is destined to return, and he is really going to sit in the world!"

"I'm afraid that this hasn't started yet, and the champion has already fallen to others!"

Close, a group of scholars couldn't help but whisper, but the words were full of sour taste.

If it were normal, this Liu Botao and Master Liu listened to the rest of the poor scholars talking, and he was already beaming in his heart, saying something unpleasant, a dog fights people! The prestige of the owner he took refuge in, doesn't that mean that he is also majestic?

But this time, I don't know why, this old Xiucai, who has been in the imperial examination for more than ten years, looked at the back of Dong Shiyun entering the academy, but his heart couldn't help but be sour, again and again, it was this kind of family whose children squeezed out the precious imperial examination places, and a poor man like him, whose talent is not particularly outstanding and his family affairs are mediocre, will never have a bright future!

Da Ming is like this, Da Shun has never experienced it! changed the founding of the Liao king, and it was so fucking!

For a while, Master Liu was a little disheartened and saw through the red dust.

But just when he was stunned, another sudden word sounded in his ears.

"Name, place of origin!"

Of the six entry officials, five of them stood up when Dong Shiyun came just now, and the one who spoke in his ear was the only one who did not stand up to compliment, and unlike those few people, the face of this official of the Ministry of Rites was obviously stiff and indifferent, and he didn't raise his head to look at the book under his hand, he asked mechanically.

"I'm here to accompany the young master, and I won't participate in Enko!"

"I have been reading the books of sages for more than ten years, why don't you even dare to challenge your fate once? Did you read a book in the dog's belly? ”

I didn't expect that the clerk of the Ministry of Rites would be so rude and rude, and he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly Liu Botao's face that was already quite wrinkled under his Western glasses turned red, but after a while, he was like a deflated ball, and he was relieved.

"What if you pass the exam? But accompany the prince to study!"

"It's good that this trip was not in vain! Even if you fall off the list, you don't regret it, and this official has been on the list more than ten times that year, so what? ”

Suddenly, the taste of Liaodong's official dialect changed a little, so that Liu Botao actually heard a little bit of the local accent, raised his head in astonishment, and looked at the secretary of the Ministry of Rites who had a frosty face and seemed to be a little older than himself, and was stunned again.

"Liu Gongyu, the word Botao, Shaoxing Pinghu people......"

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A total of seven days were recorded, and there were really a lot of scholars in the Ming Dynasty, only in the area of Jingshi Hebei, there were more than 7,600 scholars who came to sign up, which was a bit beyond the expectations of Mao Jue and the six books.

But it's always a good thing for talents to vote, and the academies of Jingshi who were originally planning to take the exam can't let go, so temporarily Mao Jue planned it again and changed to a more grand place.

It took another three days to prepare for the imperial examination and print the scrolls, and early in the morning at the end of June, these registered scholars gathered in front of Zhengyang Gate according to the imperial list as promised.

In their incredulous eyes, the confined palace gate actually opened with a bang, and then more than a hundred examiners from the Ministry of Rites led in front, and even allowed many scholars to enter the palace to catch the exam.

For more than 280 years in the Ming Dynasty, the number of palace examinations is also only a handful! That's a great honor! Even if he fell off the list, it was enough to boast for a long time, full of excitement, and a group of scholars lined up and rushed towards the spacious palace.

"As soon as you come up, you will test the palace! How can the King of Liao still know how to reuse readers!"

Even the arrogant son Dong Shiyun, whose eyes grew in the sky, looked at the towering palace gate, and couldn't help but nod in admiration, but then turned around and ordered.

"Young master, I'm going to the palace to take the exam, you just wait here, you don't need to send it!"

The two little scholars bowed their heads in response, but the master Liu Botao was red at this time.

"That, young master, the little one also signed up to participate in this Enko."

"Uncle Liu, you? Enko? ”

Suddenly, as if seeing an alien, Dong Shiyun looked at him for a minute, and immediately, an extremely uncomfortable and extremely contemptuous smile appeared on his face.

"Uncle Liu also wants to see the excitement! Let's come on together!"

"Yes, what Childe said is very true, the little one just wants to follow the long knowledge!"

In response to the tone of Dong Dagongzi's orders, Liu Botao was submissive, but before the words were finished, Dong Shiyun's already arrogant head did not go back to the first.

Something in his heart was poked hard again, and he held on to the thick Western glasses, gritting his teeth, and Liu Botao followed in.

Crossing the Jinshui Bridge, the majestic Qianqing Palace came into view, rows of neat seats, dignified in front of the Qianqing Palace, and in all directions, the Liaozhen riflemen surrounded the examination site like a wall, and Liu Botao's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a few points......

(End of chapter)