It was clear and the capital was not drizzling, and the sky was slightly cloudy. Lan Jue, the Minister of Rites, walked out of the mansion from the Xiaojiaomen.

Mr. Lan has been very impatient these days. The scientific examination is approaching, and more and more people have brought this and that to his mansion. However, the imperial court has recently been trying to purify the officials. The impeachment memorials written by the Censorate have all his famous books. It is nothing more than saying that he accepts bribes, makes tricks, is corruption, is greedy and specializes in power. If he presides over the scientific examination, he will definitely do everything that is sorry to the emperor and the country. The root of the corrupt country will erode the main bribes of the court.

Today I have a few of the vividly detailed memorials, copied them into a stack, and gave them to Lan Jue. On the top is a cinnabar pen and inscription: "I believe in Lan Qing, and I will definitely be able to select talents for the court and do a good job in the current subject."

The handwriting is sharp and there is still a hint of young manly spirit. It is written by the emperor.

Lan Jue held the stack of paper and felt his wrist hurt.

He was briefly involved in these crimes in the impeachment memorandum, but in detail, it was exaggerated too much.

Whenever you wear a robe, no one can do anything like this. Even those so-called clear streams that claim to be loneliness may not be very clean.

However, after getting this stack of things, this scientific examination must be clean and slim and not get any oily.

The young emperor is only fifteen years old and has just taken power. His methods have gradually emerged. In the future, he will be more and more energetic.

Minister Lan put the imperial confession on the desk, and Ren'er, the right brain began to feel pain.

The money is treasured and given to you in a row, but I can’t take it. If you return it, you have to pay a lot of care and give it a lot of favors.

Mr. Lan felt depressed, so he changed into casual clothes and went out alone to relax his composure.

After leaving the long alley, Lan Jue caught a glimpse of a big tree on the street, standing a man looking straight at Lan Mansion.

The man was about twenty years old, tall and skinny, wearing a shabby long gray gown, with yellow and black leather, with concave cheeks, frowns, and staring at Lord Lan's doorstep with his hungry vulture-like eyes.

Lord Lan felt that this person must have been here to give him a gift. He immediately thought about all the bad things he had done, but he didn't expect that there would be anything that would match this person.

He thought about all the romantic things he had done in his early years. Even if he counted the first thing he did at the age of sixteen, he would not be able to escape a son of such a big one.

But the young man's persistent posture of looking at Lan Mansion really made Lord Lan feel furious. He happened to see three or four scholars walking by the street opposite. These people turned around and saw the young man, and immediately laughed a few times and talked in a low voice.

Lan Jue took a detour and the scholars walked out of a tea shop. Just as they were about to give in to each other, Lan Jue stepped forward and bowed: "Are you brothers who are also the test of the Jinke?"

Several scholars and Lan Jue greeted each other, went to the teahouse to drink together, and talked about the scientific examination. One of the scholars in blue said: "I heard that the grandson of the old tutor Liu, the grandson of the Master Liu, participated in the examination in the current subject. It seems that one of the first armor has been decided, and there are only two positions to compete for."

Another scholar in blue shirt said: "I have the ability to know myself. As long as I can be on the list, even if the last one is satisfied, I dare not think about the position of the top armor. I will follow who can win."

The scholar in blue smiled and said, "It's a pity that we will not be reincarnated. We cannot be named Liu Hewang, and we do not have the wealth of a thousand dollars. We can reach the threshold of the Lan Shilang Mansion."

Lan Jue followed his words and said, "That Minister Lan may not be as snobbish as the rumor. I just saw a thin and black man standing at the door of the Minister's Mansion. He looked like he was dressed like he was rich and powerful."

Several scholars laughed, and the scholar in blue said, "Brother Cao, what do you see is a tall and thin man in a torn gray shirt, a bit like a mountainous and rural?"

Lan Jue nodded: "Yes, yes."

The scholar in blue laughed twice: "He wanted to enter the Minister's Mansion, but he was afraid that the stone lion would not let him in. It seems that Brother Cao really just arrived in the capital and had never heard of the brother's name. This person is Zhang Ping, and he is from Xichuan County. He heard that he has no father or mother. He grew up in the City God Temple and studied in the Yixue donated by the country gentry. He was actually admitted to the list recommended by Xichuan County to Beijing. Unfortunately, he lost his reputation because of a matter. The most ridiculous thing is that he set up a stall in the market and lost all the faces of our scholars. Even if he was from Xichuan County with him, there were not many people who interacted with him."

Lord Lan felt a little faint when he heard this bleak life experience, and he couldn't help but look back at the things he did behind his back.

It shouldn't have been destroyed by anyone... Lord Lan thought about it with uncertainty.

The scholar in blue was stunned when he saw him and continued, "Brother Cao also thinks that selling noodles is incredible?"

Lan Jue said: "I really didn't expect to do this."

Another scholar in brown clothes continued to say that because Zhang Ping was desperate, it was reported that when he first arrived in the capital, he rented a dilapidated house to live in the rice shop. He thought Zhang Ping was honest and honest, so he did not charge him for the house. He also helped him with three meals and only asked him to settle the score in the store. The owner had only one daughter, and he went in and out of the store with Zhang Ping. The owner intended to recruit Zhang Ping as a son-in-law. Unexpectedly, he refused to accept it, and the woman almost found a short-term view.

Lan Jue said: "It is really inconvenient to say which one is right or wrong in this matter. Although the owner of the house has a kindness with Zhang Sheng, if Zhang Sheng doesn't like his daughter, it wouldn't be better to force him to marry him."

The scholar in blue said, "Brother Cao is too kind. Zhang Ping thinks that the woman's legs are not very flexible. He thinks that if he has one day in high school, such a lady is just indecent. The woman committed suicide, but he didn't visit her. This story spread very widely. Everyone despises Zhang Ping for being a human being, and his reputation is ruined. There is also the other person who is easy to meddle in high school. If he goes to high school, he will lead this matter to King Huai. He only says that he ridiculed the lame man and he will not have a chance to stand out in this life."

Lan Jue listened with a smile. King Huai was the emperor's uncle now, holding the power of military and horses. Before the emperor took power, he temporarily took charge of the government affairs. When King Huai was young, he broke his leg on a horse and his right leg was slightly limp.

There has always been serious struggle between the testers. It seems that this screen has caused some bad luck to someone and intends to suppress him.

Lan Jue pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe, this brother Zhang has any last resort and dare not have family concerns, and it is unknown."

Several scholars laughed again: "It seems that Brother Cao likes to read the legendary scripts written by the Red Leaf Life in the West Mountain, and guessed that the suspense of the world is coming."

After saying goodbye to several scholars, Lan Jue walked back to the house slowly, wondering whether to check the origin of Zhang Ping, but felt that doing so would be too suspicious.

He was no longer under the tree outside Lan Mansion. Lan Jue looked at the tree and decided to wait a moment.

When she returned to the mansion, Lan Jue casually asked the in-house manager if there were any suspicious people recently. The in-house manager said that they were all those who came to give gifts, and there was nothing suspicious.

After saying this, Lan Jue felt suspicious.

The concierge in his mansion has always been cautious. Even if a fly circles a few more times in front of the door, they have to guess whether the assassin has installed a poisonous needle on the fly's legs. There is no reason not to notice Zhang Ping.

The manager said again: "Master, when you went out, we followed behind. We saw a poor scholar standing in front of the door. We paid special attention. It was probably a poor man who couldn't afford a gift. After standing for a while, he left."

Lan Jue said oh, not mentioning this matter anymore.

As the scientific expedition approaches, the ministry and government offices add a lot of official duties, and there are several major events in the court. King Huai is about to marry a concubine, the empress dowager is about to celebrate her birthday, and Lan Jue is busy for a few days until dark before returning home.

That evening, he returned home earlier, took off his official uniform, changed into a half-old dress, and walked out of the mansion.

On the streets, there are often long robes of Confucian scarves, which is a weather for the exam. Lan Jue walked around a small street corner, under an old wall, four bamboo poles carried a simple shed, and the stove rose under the shed with blurred white smoke.

A thin young man was lifting the lid of the pot and stirring it in the pot with a large iron spoon. He was tied with a torn apron on the outside of the gray cloth gown, as if he was lonely soul crawling out of the ghost story.
Chapter completed!