The direction of the eyes is the position of the throne where the emperor sits.

Song Chongjin's heart tightened, but he couldn't see any clues on his face, he clenched the pen in his hand, and continued to write as if he didn't realize it.

The hall was silent, except for the sound of the pen moving on the paper.

The invigilators and chamberlains all stood in the four directions and corners of the main hall holding their breath, and only a few scholars stood under the dan mound, brushing their beards and watching the whole audience bury their heads in answering questions.

Like Song Chongjin, who is calm and self-controlled, and has not been affected much, after all, there are a few, most of them, for the first time in their lives, they entered the palace for the first time in their lives, and when they saw His Majesty's face, they only felt that Long Wei was mighty, and their hearts were beating faster, and their hands were shaking like convulsions.

Where can I still hold the pen and write movingly?

However, they are all among the best students in the country, and most of them have calmed down after sitting down.

There are also those who are timid, not good enough to have a good mentality, sitting in a trance and not even knowing how to read the scroll, in the eyes of everyone, especially the emperor, they can't help but have a trace of unhappiness in their eyes.

He only turned his head and glanced at the chief servant Su beside him.

Mr. Su has been serving him since His Majesty was still in the palace, and as long as the emperor looked at him, he could almost know the next move.

Therefore, he shook off the dust in his hand and bowed down to ask the emperor to get off the throne.

The emperor walked around the hall seemingly aimlessly, looking at the candidate's answers, and at the same time to see how the candidate was handwriting.

Those who were so engrossed in answering the questionnaire were okay that they didn't notice anyone behind them at all.

There is that the mind is uncertain, hearing the movement, the eyes squint, you can see a little bright yellow clothes, suddenly the pen in the hand can barely hold it, the brain is also messed up, holding the pen for a long time did not fall on the scroll, the tip of the pen is stained with ink, a chirp, a drop of ink drips on the surface of the scroll, half of the roll is invalid.

When the examinee came back to his senses, he was distressed and frightened, so he had to copy it again.

The emperor who caused this consequence did not know where he had gone.

Among these hundreds of tributes, there are also emperors who look a little familiar, such as Gu Zikai, who looks like a child of the Gu family, and he has long heard that the Gu family is talented and talented.

Seeing that he looked gentle and elegant, and forgot the vulgar when he saw him, he couldn't help but feel a little satisfied in his heart.

Slowly pacing over, standing behind Gu Zikai, I saw that he was burying his head, writing quickly, and on the answer sheet in front of him, an article had already been written more than halfway.

Just at a glance, you can see Gu Zikai's words are beautiful and round, just like his person.

It's already quite its own style.

He is worthy of being the son of the Gu family! The emperor secretly praised in his heart, and then moved away again.

Manager Su followed behind the emperor, and couldn't help but glance at Gu Zikai more, knowing that this was in the emperor's eyes.

The Emperor took a few steps forward, and somehow, stopped, paused, and then turned to the left.

The tribute who had already heard the footsteps and saw the corner of the emperor's clothes straightened up without a trace, trying to make himself look more energetic, and slightly turned half of his face sideways, so that he would look a little more handsome than his face.

This tribute originally wanted to behave well in front of the emperor and leave a good impression on the emperor, so that he could get twice the result with half the effort in his career in the future, right?

Who would have thought that as soon as this posture was placed, the emperor would actually turn around and leave......

The straight shoulders of the tribute man collapsed suddenly, and he didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or regret that he had not been in the emperor's eyes.

Song Chongjin felt that the ideas in his mind were particularly clear today, and he wrote like a god, and he had already written most of the questions.

As soon as he stretched out the brush to dip in ink, he felt that someone was standing behind him, and he didn't have to think about it, who else could walk around in this hall so casually except the current emperor?

Although there were some doubts in his heart, especially before, he clearly felt that the emperor looked at him more when he heard his name being sung and took his seat.

Song Chongjin was shocked, he had already noticed that the emperor had swept his eyes over him several times.

At this moment, the emperor was standing behind him, and he was also very calm.

After gently dipping the brush in ink, he gently licked the pen along the edge of the inkstone, and continued to write with his wrist suspended.

The emperor watched from the side, this is the child born to Song Hong, the Duke of Weiguo, and the daughter of the Qi family? Looking at it like this, it comes out of the same mold as Song Hong, but it is not similar to the Qi family.

It was an ape-backed bee waist, and he wore it straight on him, without the fluttering state of ordinary tributes, but it was indescribably chic and uninhibited.

Especially the skin color, which is particularly prominent in a group of white-faced scholars, is simply a little black from the white, which makes people can't help but look at it twice.

The emperor has many eyes and ears, and there are few people in the capital who can hide from him, not to mention, Song Hong also personally went to the fold, confessing that he gave birth to a child with the daughter of the Qi family and has been living abroad.

He also said that he has been fighting on the battlefield all year round, and outsiders look at his strong bones, but in fact, there are countless old injuries on his body, and it is particularly difficult to endure in winter. Over the years, none of the children under his knees have been able to inherit the family business.

He can't help it, Wei Guogong has such a big foundation, he can't watch the unfilial son lose his eyes, right?

The one that was finally found back is still a little promising, even if he can't inherit his father's business, but it's better than the others, and he can hold the door. Just thinking about establishing Song Chongjin as the prince, why can't he watch the Weiguo Mansion fall in his hands, right?

It's rare that Song Hong is so old, and he still has a handful of snot and tears in front of the emperor, crying so miserably.

Although the emperor knew that most of Song Hong's liking, this old fox could make up his mind at a young age, and among the many princes, he recognized himself and followed him with all his might, how could he care about the love of his children?

When he ascended the throne, this old slippery head also made a contribution, in the end, he was a hero, and he couldn't be too chilled, right?

What's more, the most important thing in Song Hong's cry is actually to show that the military power in his hands will not be handed over to the next master of the Weiguo Mansion, but let the Weiguo Mansion abandon the military and follow the civil service, and from then on go all the way to the civil office.

The foundation that Wei Guogong has laid in the army over the years, as well as those connections......

The emperor understood that Song Hong was using these in exchange, in exchange for the emperor's recognition of Song Chongjin, and not to be angry with Song Chongjin because of the Qi family.

The emperor already had a plan in his heart, and Song Hong's fold was simply an umbrella on a rainy day, which couldn't be more timely.

What is the bloodline of a Qi family's foreign surname compared to military power?

The emperor was naturally moved.