On April 22, the spring scenery of Luoyang City had not completely dissipated, and another warm spring breeze came to the face. The triennial examination was held in the examination hall in the eastern suburbs of Luoyang, and thousands of candidates set foot in the examination room with a stomach full of ink and a lifetime of hope.

Outside the examination hall in the morning, students were entering in an orderly manner, and the noisy flow of people was not entirely candidates, and there were people like Han Jian who came to send the exam. When he arrived at the entrance of the examination hall, Han Jian was also teaching earnestly.

"Ruan Ping, don't pestle if you can't answer the test questions, if you really can't do it, hand in the papers in advance and come out early. Sima died before he left the school, and you planted it just in time to come out to accompany him......"

"Can't you say something nice?" Ruan Ping glared and said, "This 'die before leaving the school'......"

Zhuge Liang in this time and space is "a successful teacher", and naturally there will be no descendants Du Fu to compose poems to be grateful for it.

"Ruan Ping, it's three days and two nights to go in, eat, live and sleep inside, take care of your body." Han Jian handed over a small money bag, "Take it, it's useful." ”

Ruan Ping asked in surprise, "What are you doing?" Bribing examiners? ”

"Bribing the examiner is not enough to see this bit of broken silver. Let you add a dish to it, otherwise you can only have green vegetables and tofu for the past two days, how can you have the strength to take the test if you are not full? ”

Candidates are not allowed to bring their own meals when they enter the examination room, and the meals for these three days will be provided by the examination institute, but the amount of porridge and tea is insufficient. Some capable candidates will bring some silver to add food, and they can eat as much as they want.

Ruan Ping didn't want to take the money bag, but after thinking about it, the exam was still important, and he had the strength to eat better, so he happily took the money bag.

"That's right." Han Jian smiled, "You're alone inside, take care of yourself." ”

Han Jian instructed for a long time, and he didn't say anything encouraging, and he also knew that saying that saying that taking the test well was just putting pressure on Ruan Ping. But not to mention that Han Jian felt panicked, in the end, he couldn't help but say: "Take the test hard, you also know that I won't be able to go back to Jiangdu for a while, Sima Daxia is determined to be in all directions, you can only pack up the bed and go home by yourself if you fail the exam......"

Although Ruan Ping is a little pedantic on weekdays, he has long been accustomed to his informality and whimsical speech over the years of mixing with Han Jian. At this time, he no longer listened to Han Jian's nonsense, and carried his things to the door of the examination hall for inspection.

Han Jian looked at the door, sighed, and returned to the general office of the Shangting Office to continue to be his errand, and came to send Ruan Ping into the examination room today, but it had been delayed for more than an hour.

Just as he was about to leave, Han Jian found that his boss, Ma Jining, the leader of the Treasury Department, was at the gate of the examination institute, talking to a person who looked like a Confucian student.

"Go, I thought I was late. Ha. Han Jian had a wicked smile on his face.

"Your Highness, what are you?" Ma Jining found Han Jian and greeted him with the Confucian student.

Han Jian looked at the Confucian student, and for forty years, he looked like a fake and serious person. In Han Jian's words, this person is very good at posing music, and he has the arrogance of a scholar. Han Jian thought to himself, is he still here to take the exam when he is so old?

"Let's send a friend in for the exam." Han Jian said with a smile.

Ma Jining nodded understandingly, and introduced the Confucian students beside him with a smile: "Your Highness, this is the deputy examiner of this year's examination, Jiang Yingcai, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites." Brother Jiang, this is the backbone of my Great Wei Dynasty, and the King of Xiaodong is also. ”

"I've seen His Royal Highness the King of the East." Jiang Yingcai bowed, his tone still not cold.

Han Jian knew that these scholars were basically members of the royalist faction, and they had never had a good impression of a foreign vassal like him. The Tao is different, and it is not conspiratory.

Han Jian also arched his hand and smiled: "Jiang Shilang, it's polite." ”

Ma Jining said on the side: "Your Highness may not know that Jiang Shilang is Cui Boru's protégé, and the two of you should move around more in the future." ”

When Han Jian heard this, Old Man Cui's protégé? There is really a "origin" to this. From this point, Han Jian knew that although Cui Mingli did not have any real power in the court, he had many protégés and made a big move.

"It turned out to be Cui Lao Shibo's protégé...... Han Jian deliberately said that Cui Mingli was "Shibo", but in fact, according to his generation, Cui Mingli was Han Jian's grandparents. Of course, Han Jian never intended to discuss seniority with Old Man Cui.

When it comes to his teacher, Jiang Yingcai, who is cold to Han Jian, should also be cautious, and quickly bowed his head and said, "The teachings of the first teacher are always remembered. ”

Han Jian didn't talk nonsense with him, people didn't want to see him, and he didn't need to be shy and climb relatives with others. But he thought it was funny to take Old Man Cui out to scare people.

Han Jian said a few words to Ma Jining, mainly asking about the shift, Ma Jining smiled and said: "If Your Highness has something, it doesn't hurt to go after the first hour." We, Kusi, before the summer grain is put into storage, it is all leisure time. ”

Han Jian smiled and left. Ma Jining said a few words to Jiang Yingcai, and also said goodbye first.

When the two of them left, Jiang Yingcai sighed and muttered to himself: "Bad luck." ”

As the deputy examiner of this year, he is about to enter the examination institute, and he will eat and live with the candidates for three days, but he still can't let go of some things outside.

A person who looked like a subordinate official walked over quickly and said in a low voice: "Jiang Shilang, there is something." ”

"What?" Jiang Yingcai glanced at the subordinate officer.

"The one surnamed Su in the last session, he ...... I'm here again......"

When Jiang Yingcai first heard the news, he didn't think anything about it, but after thinking about it, this "surnamed Su" seemed to be familiar.

"Su Tingxia of Mao Ling? Didn't he go back to his hometown? Still looking for someone to ......" Jiang Yingcai made a "kill" gesture, "Why would you let him take the test?" ”

"Jiang Shilang doesn't know, we did send someone to Maoling two years ago to kill this kid, who knows...... He didn't go back to his hometown, and he didn't know where he was hiding. Until the first two days, he suddenly handed over the name to take the exam, and we inquired at the inn in Luoyang that received candidates, and there was no such person as him......"

Jiang Yingcai sensed the severity of the situation, and muttered: "Could it be that someone who knows his details and deliberately ...... Cast in his name, tempted? ”

The subordinate official sighed: "It's hard to say this, in the last imperial examination, he was the champion appointed by His Majesty, if it weren't for ......"

"If you say too much, you will lose!" Jiang Yingcai shouted, "Hurry up and send someone to find this person, I will hurry up and tell the people above, this matter is very important, if he is still alive and is questioned by the imperial court, so many of us will not be able to eat and walk around!" ”

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Han Jian arrived at the meditation hall of the general office of the Shangting Office, but there was no one. Han Jian looked at the sun outside, it was already almost overhead, and there was no court, could it be that the people in the listening office had gone out for something?

Han Jian walked all the way, a little thirsty, just found a seat to sit down, and poured himself a cup of tea. There was a copy on the table, like a draft, and the drawings were messy. Han Jian held the teacup in one hand, opened the book fold with the other, and glanced at it casually.

It is the design of the Taoist tower to be built in the Shangqing Palace, a rough skeleton, with some words written scattered. Han Jian looked at it himself, and frowned, judging from his experience in civil engineering, the eight-story road tower built with this sketch will definitely collapse in three or five years or decades.

"This is the bullshit road tower that the imperial court spent money to build?" Han Jian shook his head helplessly, he always thought that the wisdom of the ancients was infinite, and miracles could remain for hundreds of thousands of years and still stand.

But it is clear that what can be left to future generations is the essence of the wisdom of the ancients, and those dross have been eliminated naturally. For example, this pagoda will be played after a few decades, and history will not remember it.

Han Jian finished reading the drawings, and then looked at the information of the Shangqing Palace under the book, there was no geological report, and there was no report on the groundwater level, it was completely to give you a vacant land and build a tower on it. Han Jian felt that this was very nonsense.

The text on the fold of the book was originally written and drawn, and it was transcribed, not the original. Han Jian felt that he was bored anyway, so he might as well design a "pagoda" by himself.

It's a pity that the projects he was in charge of before were all made of reinforced concrete and concrete with a foundation of dozens of meters, so that he could build a pagoda with soil, masonry, and wood, and it was difficult to start. Han Jian didn't have a ruler, but he drew a rough picture, and he didn't have any reference, so he used the big wild goose pagoda he had seen in Xi'an in his impression as the base draft, and drew an eight-story tower body. On some structural beams, he also changed some patterns, mainly in line with some principles of modern people to build high-rise buildings, add foundations, and then increase the bearing pressure of the middle and lower parts of the tower, and stabilize the center of gravity with narrow floors.

When Han Jian finished painting, he still felt dissatisfied, but he was originally practicing the pen, and he didn't make any demands.

"Build a tower in this style, not the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, it is estimated to be the Leaning Tower of Pisa, which can support it for two or three hundred years." Han Jian smiled self-deprecatingly, threw the book aside and ignored it, and went back to Qingxu Yashe for lunch.

When he came back from lunch, there was still no one. He also wanted to find the book fold again to continue to complete his idea, but found that the book fold had been taken by someone without knowing it.