When the last one was left, all the candidates who had not yet won the ranking held their breath, because as long as there was the last place, they would still have a last glimmer of hope, even if this hope was so small that they didn't even believe it themselves.

"Good news for the test!" When the person who reported the good news had already stepped into the place, he stopped screaming.

Because he could feel countless hot gazes as if he was about to cook himself.

This feeling is like the person who reports the good news. His heart is about to explode.

Why do these people have the intention to eat themselves?

"Ahem!" The person who announced the good news took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

"Good news for the exam! Song Yingxing, Master Song of Nanchang Prefecture, Jiangxi Province, ranked first in the high school in Wuchen exam! Member!"

Suddenly there was an uproar here, and then there was An An Jingjing. They were all waiting for this member to appear. Members of the examination were not something that ordinary people could get. They basically defeated the national candidates. As long as the palace examination performed stably, the top scorer would be within reach, and they would definitely enter the Hanlin Academy to become the Prime Minister in the future.

The good news was full of joy. It was my turn to come for the good news. I was not allowed to give Duoduo the first place. However, after a while, no one who reported the good news showed up.

"What's the situation? Where did the member master go? Is there a tribute?"

Of course not. At this time, Song Yingxing was confronting Wu Yujiang.

You can insult me, but you can't insult my elder brother!

"Brother Wu, a gentleman is open and honest." Song Yingxing said seriously.

"You, what do you want to do!" Wu Yujiang took a step back and pulled his clothes with some fear.

"A saint has a saying, no one can stand without trust. Please keep your promise, please!" Song Yingxing gave up a red Eight Immortals table behind him.

"You! You! You are going to let me die!" Wu Yujiang was scared. He was just talking nonsense. Look at who has taken his words as real.

"Hey, Brother Wu can say that? It's better for me to do it. My waiter brings some salt!"

In the puzzled eyes of a group of people, Song Yingxing sprinkled the salt on the table.

"Brother Wu, the table is not very delicious. I have to sprinkle some salt for you. This will taste better and you can swallow it." Song Yingxing still smiled and invited.

"You! You are going to kill me. Can this be eaten by the table?" Wu Yujiang was afraid that he had already passed the imperial examination and was destined to be an official in the future. How could he fall here? If he eats a piece of it, it would be painful to wear it.

"Why can't you eat it? Brother Wu wants to eat it just now? Since that's the case, I'll add another bowl of soy sauce and let Brother Wu dip it." Song Yingxing showed a bad smile that was all for your goodness.

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Zhu Youxiao found out what happened here in less than an hour.

When Zhu Youxiao heard that Song Yingxing split the table into small pieces and dipped it in soy sauce for Wu Yujiang to eat, he couldn't help but be happy.

Unexpectedly, historical celebrities still have this side. After all, scientists who wrote "The Art of Heaven" actually did such a street gangster. Zhu Youxiao felt that it was closer to reality.

People are angry, and this is the flesh-and-blood Song Yingxing, not the figures recorded in history that seem like templates. Bingbingliangliang has no trace of popularity.

However, there are also people like Wu Yujiang. They remain first in the first half of their lives and have always been smooth sailing. As a result, they were surpassed by the people they looked down upon before in their best position. They finally surpassed the most proud person and were crushed again when they were most proud. Such people have never suffered setbacks.

"Your Majesty is a memorial about Xi'an Prefecture sent by Shaanxi Censor Zhang Yingcheng." At this time, the little monkey trotted in from outside the door and handed over a memorial.

Zhu Youxiao picked it up and opened it and looked at it. The language inside was quite concise. After Zhu Youxiao's training, there was little nonsense. No word in the first few hundred words had anything to do with the matter.

"Be honest and honest? No evidence is found, and we should pay tribute to each other."

Zhu Youxiao shook his head and threw the memorial aside.

"Take this memorial to several cabinet ministers to see, and see, Yang Yuancheng is almost a role model of integrity and integrity." Zhu Youxiao's tone was plain and without any emotion.

In fact, he was too lazy to make expressions, and this kind of thing was already within his expectations.

The prefect of Xi'an Prefecture is honest and honest? Their own property is very rich. Although the gifts given to Han Du are a little heavy, they are just normal exchanges of gifts. At most, they are not sure about this level and they are indeed a little more.

However, Lord Han is a Grand Secretary of the Cabinet and a Governor-General Censor. If he gave less gifts, he was afraid that he would not be able to take action. He was afraid that Lord Han would be unhappy, so he made a small mistake.

Anyway, this memorial means this.

However, Zhu Youxiao didn't believe it. He really thought that the emperor was a fool. After all, I came from the information explosion and was clear about the matter inside.

None of the officials who dare to give a large sum of money to their superiors are honest officials, let alone Yang Yuancheng, a poor child born in an ordinary family, got so much money from where he had only been an official for a few years, and how many years had he been the prefect for being the prefect.

Is it a hundred thousand silver for the Qing magistrate in three years?

"There is also the palace examination after tomorrow!" Zhu Youxiao felt that he might not have much time to wait for the palace examination, so he did not respond to those candidates and tested their emergency response capabilities.

As expected, those happy men who were preparing to start the ladder were stunned. This year's exam was simply too strange and did not comply with the rules at all.

However, Zhu Youxiao didn't know their question, and it would be fine if he knew it.

Don't ask what conforms to the rules in the future!

I am the highest rule!

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"Long live my emperor!" A group of tribute students became panicked and stood there carefully, feeling uncomfortable all over, as if they were a lot of extravagance.

The three hundred people from the Jinshi class on the left and the one hundred people from the criminal law class on the right were standing in the hall waiting for Zhu Youxiao’s question.

"Come out to show me the top ten Jinshi exams." Zhu Youxiao said while sitting on the sofa.

"Students have met Your Majesty!" I saw ten people coming out of the Jinshi exam and performed a disciple ceremony towards Zhu Youxiao, because this is the case with etiquette training.

"Who is Song Yingxing?" Zhu Youxiao asked excitedly. He was looking forward to this great man in history.

"The student is Song Yingxing."

A middle-aged man came out, and Zhu Youxiao looked at him. His unique public face was wearing the most popular goatee in the Ming Dynasty, but he was meticulously dressed up like a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Zhu Youxiao came down from Longzhi Mountain and walked around Song Yingxing for a while. He had heard Song Yingxing's name since he was a child, and this time he had seen a living person.

Zhu Youxiao grabbed his lower sleeve and shook hands. This was his tribute to the historical bull, and he made several wrinkles on the clothes without any wrinkles.

Suddenly, Song Yingxing widened his eyes and looked at the wrinkles on his clothes, feeling uncomfortable as if he was scratched by a cat.

Oh my God! Look at what appears on the clothes?
Chapter completed!