Mo Xiuyuan entered Beijing, and the people of Pingjing, who had been looking forward to it for a long time, almost broke the imperial road, and almost half of Kyoto was empty, which shows how terrifying the reputation of this Tianjiao young man who is known as the closest to the way of heaven is in Kyushu, especially those daughters who are waiting for the word boudoir, they don't leave home on weekdays, and today they are also waiting here with the unbearable crowd of people, Xu is the only in this matter, no one will be too deliberate about whether the identity of the other party is the Southern Tang Dynasty or the Northern Wei Dynasty, because this question is like asking which dynasty Ling Tiangong belongs to, no one dares to answer, let alone ask。

Just when they were looking at it, a donkey in the distance came casually, there was no one on the donkey's back, but there was a young man with the same good temperament leading the donkey forward, but unfortunately the young man's scattered scholarly smell was still too much mortal taste, and the world's hearts thought that beyond the divine fairy will was far from it.

"It turns out that Mo Xiuyuan is nothing more than this, I thought there were really immortals who didn't eat fireworks in the world. Someone sighed in disappointment, regretting that they missed today's imperial examination release day, presumably this should be the most unstaged release since the founding of the Northern Wei Dynasty!

"The descendants of the Heavenly Dao are born approachable, but this is the legendary Dao Zhijian. Those people who don't know how to pretend to understand are saying that they don't know the truth they heard from that storytelling, and they are smashing it in their mouths at the moment, but they still can't hide the jealousy and happiness in their hearts, and the jealousy is that there are always people in this world who are born with brilliance, which is out of reach for them to eat and wait for death, and fortunately the so-called brilliance is not so dazzling when it is closer.

The young man leading the donkey walked slowly on the royal road, silently enduring the burning gaze like a flame, and Qicai, who was willing to stand and be beaten by Qigui rather than suffer here, only felt smoke in his throat, and he was not even comfortable walking.

"It turns out that it feels really bad to be looked at like this, I didn't care when I was by the young master's side in the past, I really don't know how the young master can still behave so lightly. ”

Mo Xiuyuan, who was waiting for half of Pingjing, did not appear in the end, everyone went from great joy to great sorrow, and then learned that the other party was just a servant after the loss and expectation, of course, there is still a trace of resentment that dares to be angry and dare not speak, the people of the Northern Wei Dynasty are straightforward, and they can't see the pretense of the Southern Tang Dynasty the most, but they lost twice in the hands of the other party, one is that the Southern Tang Dynasty general Han Zhishi put wine under Cangzhou City for three days and no one dared to fight, and at this moment they showed enthusiasm and admiration for Mo Xiuyuan but turned a blind eye to the humiliation, do you think that the people of Pingjing are not worthy of seeing your Mo Xiuyuan's true face of Lushan, or even the Hajj is just a servant to do the chic and uninhibited, This is not a good image, at least for the first time, there is also the Tsing Yi white horse with one person against a million people, to get back a big face, and this time only dare to be angry and dare not speak, after all, even if there is a small holy land in Kyushu, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to find a genius who is not too far behind the other party, this time it is indeed the Northern Wei Dynasty lost a hand, and even a fiasco without the power to fight back.

"Alas, the Southern Tang Dynasty has produced many talents over the years, there are ink three avenues of walking, Wanjian Pond's downhill tiger, and then Mo Xiuyuan was born, the whole rivers and lakes are very alive, on the other hand, I am a pool of stagnant water in the Northern Wei Dynasty, Li Shoufu stabbed too hard back then, Xu is to cut off the last breath. Some people can't help but sigh that if Li Jucheng hadn't stepped on the rivers and lakes back then, he would have been able to find someone to compete with Mo Xiuyuan.

"No, no, no, according to me, the reason why the sect of the Southern Tang Dynasty has been so proud of the spring breeze over the years is that the big head is still in the Lingtian Palace, and the building near the water gets the moon first, since the loss of Fengjiang and the two states, my Northern Wei Dynasty has not only lost the battlefield, but also lost the rivers and lakes!"

"But I don't have a world-famous dry sword mound in the Northern Wei Dynasty, it should be much worse than Ling Tian Palace. ”

"Hehe, the contemporary sword leader is high-spirited, and he found Li Zaixiao in the first battle of Izuka, I thought I was really going to Lingtian Palace to preach, but I didn't even have a fart in the next three years, presumably that battle was also a swollen face and a fat man, and the rivers and lakes of the Northern Wei Dynasty were still worthless trampled by the Li family's father and son."

The people of Pingjing are famous for their boldness, and they inevitably have to say a few words about Li Jucheng's every day, especially for the fall of the two states, it is like a fish in the throat, and they just want to spray the Southern Tang Dynasty to death with saliva.

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Although there is less than half of the people of Pingjing, but the archway in front of the gate of the Guozijian hanging the green list is still almost pushed by the scholars who are full of ambition, the annual imperial examination is divided into the Ming Jing, Jinshi two kinds, the former takes fifty people, the latter is a total of one hundred and twenty people, but most of the eyes are still on the Jinshi list, after all, most of the people who are expected to turn over the clouds and rain in the court in the future are from this background, but there are always exceptions to everything, such as the old lady Huai Wenyuan who is still above Li Jucheng, who was born in the Ming Jing back then, and the official road in the early years was very bumpy, and it was not until the age of fifty that he finally stepped through the dragon gate, but since then he has come from behind, The road taken is almost the same as Li Jucheng, all of them are in the country to fly Huang Tengda, from the Wenyuan Pavilion Scholar all the way to the Cabinet Elder, the first assistant of the cabinet, the first grade of the Taishi and the Taifu, the Zhongji Temple Scholar, with two first-class official titles, a five-grade official title, can be described as the pinnacle of glory, and then Li Jucheng, who was raised by one hand, is the best way to do the way of the minister, so that the comparison between the two and the two, the advantages and disadvantages of the Ming Jing and the Jinshi are clear at a glance.

Zhong Changfa overcame all the way, and finally squeezed open a slight gap and approached the green list, looking at the deficit on the blue list, he felt a lot of emotion, you must know that two years ago he also stood here with full of enthusiasm, but the reality gave him a basin of cold water from head to toe, but today he is extremely urgent and even sure that there must be a place for him Zhong Changfa among the one hundred and twenty names.

It is also self-aware, starting to look directly from the middle, sure enough, he found his name in a few glances in the place of nearly eighty, not too outstanding, but also passable, the joy on his face is almost fleeting, he is not like the rest of the candidates or happy or sad, the heart is very well hidden, just like a general who has won the ticket jokingly looking at the ridiculous face of the group of recruits who have just gone to the battlefield, so he remembered something, turned his gaze back to the top of the green list, starting from the one hundred and twentieth place to move forward, when he saw the one hundred and tenth place, the expression on his face became more and more proud, and then went up to the twenty places, until he approached his position, the look on his face could only be described as contemptuous and disdainful.

So he withdrew his gaze, chuckled a little self-deprecatingly, and muttered: "Zhong Changfa! Zhong Changfa, as a rising rookie in the future court, you would be so stupid as to bet with a fool, what a shame!"

Thinking of this, he was about to turn around and leave, and thought that he hadn't gone to see the names and surnames of the top three in the current dynasty, and he would be an official in the same dynasty in the future, so it would be better to walk around in advance.

It's just that when he moved his gaze to the top of the green list, no matter how much he tried to hide the surging in his heart, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Impossible, how is this possible." ”

The people on the side thought that it was another unsuccessful student who didn't want to see the reality clearly, and they didn't care, such a person has not a thousand but eight hundred a year, but there are still many people who follow his gaze to look over, so an exclamation turned into two, and it became one, until Zhong Changfa's cheeks became completely white, and the body that was squeezed by the crowd and barely stood was already paralyzed like a puddle of mud, because the position of the champion of the current dynasty is written with Tan Junzi's three big characters as red as blood.

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Today's court can be described as very lively, although Qicai represents Mo Xiuyuan's face saint, but it seems that the young emperor who has been in power for more than ten years has not given him face, the dragon chair is empty, only the great eunuch Huang Chengen preached slowly: "The saint's body is sick, and there is no morning dynasty today." ”

After retiring from the court, the hundred officials speculated more about not what the body of the saint was, but that Lord Shoufu personally took the young man who was called an envoy of the Southern Dynasty to swim around the imperial city, and the seven talents were close to the first person on the literary list like sitting on pins and needles.

And the pride of the heavens, who the entire people of Pingjing, and even all the qi practitioners in the imperial city, were looking for, quietly came to a courtyard at this moment, stood still, and knocked lightly on the door.

The little servant who could only wipe the tables, chairs and benches in the room was about to open the door, but was stopped by the young master, and it was rare to see people sitting in such a posture in Kyoto, even the most inferior peasants would not squat on a rosewood chair like they did on the edge of the field, and of course they did not have the money.

"Today, half of the people in the city are greeting that man, and you dare to open the door. Su Wen said with obvious resentment.

"But people still came to you, so they turned it away, a bit unruly. "Qigui is the roundworm in the other party's stomach, Mo Xiuyuan, who can't be found in half the city, if there is anyone else to worry about in Pingjing, it is only the guy in front of him who has no statue.

Su Wen hesitated for a long time, holding the citrus shipped from the Southern Tang Dynasty in his hand, but it was rare, the orange was born in Huainan and the orange was born in Huaibei, and the orange was born in Huaibei, the words were old sayings, and there was still a way in the present, until the peel cracked and the juice stained his hands before he was busy catching the mouth, and said: "Forget it, go open the door! ”

The little servant chuckled, and waited for the young master's embarrassed appearance at the moment to disappear completely before he walked out of the courtyard quickly, opened the door, and Mo Xiuyuan, who was still dressed in sackcloth, smiled slightly.

"It's beautiful. Mo Xiuyuan said seriously.

"Hey, hey. Qigui didn't respond, only giggled, looked to see where the enemy was, but heard the other party say: "Don't look at it, it's just me." ”

At this time, Su Wen walked out of the house, stretched out his hand, his old face was stiffer than the sole of his shoe, and said in a deep voice: "Give me back." ”

Mo Xiuyuan took out the shenghua pen from his arms, there was a spirit in the pen, buzzing and whispering, as if he couldn't bear to leave, but it was a pity that Su Wen was determined to be the villain who beat the mandarin duck, and snatched it from the other party's hand, and then inserted it into the shoe bar without saying anything, and completely turned the pleasant sound of the spirit into a mosquito scream.

Mo Xiuyuan, who pretended not to see this scene, was about to step inside, but was stopped by Su Wen with one hand, and the anger on the other party's face did not subside, and he rolled his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"Long time no see, don't invite me in for a cup of tea. ”

"Ten taels of glass. ”

The little servant hurriedly took the silver ingot thrown from the air with both hands, put it into his arms with a smile, and went to the hall to make tea happily without looking at Su Wen's gloomy face.

Su Wen had to shake his hand, but the two walked together but were not synchronized, Mo Xiuyuan stepped with his left foot, Su Wen preferred to step with his right foot, and every step was half a foot more than the other party, but even the people who couldn't keep up with the stars in the south could stand side by side with him all the way, and the deep meaning was only the most fascinating for the authorities.

"Originally, the entrance examination to the school should be postponed for another three months, but it should be opened in a few days after entering the palace today, and I borrowed a little more time from the Shenghua pen, which is considered to be a favor owed to you, and I have a place in the courtyard that can be given to you. Mo Xiuyuan said as a matter of course, and stroked the tea in the cup with the lid of the cup, the taste of the master and servant is finally on the level of Kyoto, and it is no longer a big bowl of tea that can be drunk for a few pennies on the street.

"Do you think I wouldn't be able to enter the academy without you?" Su Wen sneered, poured a sip of tea in the other party's appearance, and immediately blushed from the hot tea, and swallowed it hard, but the handle of the pear blossom wooden chair was sinned.

The little servant patted his face and didn't look at the young master's ugliness, Mo Xiuyuan also pretended to drink tea and didn't see it, but his words were very direct, "It's naturally not difficult to enter the academy, but my quota can make you start higher in the courtyard." ”

The implication is that you Su Wen is still ordinary, and I only need one sentence to make you stand out, although what I said is true, but this sentence is firmly rooted in Su Wen's heart, I can't tell whether it is forced by boiling water or because of anger, in short, the whole face is like a ripe shrimp red face, in the face of this God-given opportunity that ordinary people can't ask for, only a dead duck has a hard mouth.

"If you want me to go to the Zongyuan, I prefer the Hengyuan more. ”