The other document readers stopped hearing Yan Song's silence.

Gao Gong asked at the time: "Does Mr. Yan think there is something wrong with this paper?"

After all, he was the Yuanfu of the Cabinet, the leader of all officials, and the chief reading officer, and everyone else stopped.

Yan Song knew that everyone had read this article, and they all believed that this article was qualified to be the top scorer. Besides, the calligraphy is also very exquisite. If you force yourself to make a mistake, you are afraid that others will not accept it.

If you pass this paper first, you can also make a bad decision first, but now it is too late, which makes people suspicious.

He thought for a moment, glanced at it again, and found a mistake for him.

At that time, he pretended to be steady and humble, stroked his beard and said, "Actually everyone understands that whoever can deliver the paper to us today is not an outstanding talent. The articles he wrote are naturally round and pure, and there is no distinction between them. Anyone who has new things will naturally stand out. The calligraphy is the first-class level."

Everyone nodded secretly when they heard this: "Mr. Yuankui said yes."

Yan Song reached out and clicked the one in the paper, and then said, "This article is good, and then the white wall is slightly flawed. In the two words "Suijing" here, the word "Jing" violates the emperor's taboo, but the format is wrong. Please discuss it with everyone."

Gao Gong was impatient and didn't think much about it, so he nodded and said, "That's true. Even though this article has novel ideas, outstanding literary talent, and excellent physical fitness, it is naturally not recommended to the emperor because he doesn't know how to avoid taboos. Unfortunately, it's just put it among the top three, which can be regarded as a lesson for him."

Li Chunfang was the first person to mark this paper, and he was also the first person to be amazed. He was dissatisfied when he heard that he wanted to put him in the third grade.

Besides, Yan Song’s words are simply unreasonable.

Li Chunfang immediately said: "The words of Master Ge are inappropriate. Jiajing is the current year name of our dynasty. Why should we avoid taboos? It is not the word "未" or the word "未" or the word next to the word "未". In this world, whether it is the end of the official documents or the folk used to record the chronology, there are two words "未未". Could it be that you should avoid taboos? In this way, what words should be replaced with? Isn't this all messy?"

Think about it, this is the reason. The word Jiajing is just a year number. It is used to record time. If you even avoid this, how can you record time? For example, in a single official document, you require a certain place to send all the taxes to the Ministry of Revenue before March 2, 40th year of Jiajing. If you don’t use the word Jiajing, how can you do things if you don’t know the day?

Everyone nodded: "Mr. Li said so."

Yan Song was deprived of poverty for a while, and he was anxious just now. He deliberately made the mistake.

When he was suffocated, his heart moved. He came up with another set of rhetoric: "Okay, even if the word Jiajing does not violate the taboo, people know that Jiajing is the year name of the Emperor, and I call it the current emperor by my Emperor Jiajing. What a serious occasion in the palace examination, I have to mention a line to show respect. However, the format of this paper is wrong."

After saying that, regardless of what others thought, he picked up the pen and drew a fork on it.

With this fork on it, this exam is so intense, but this paper has already missed the top scorer.

Yan Song's improper argument made Li Chunfang very unhappy. He was a close minister of the emperor and was not afraid of the prime minister, and was about to refute it.

Xu Jie sighed: "The articles and calligraphy in this paper are indeed in the best way, but unfortunately the format is not right." Seeing Li Chunfang's lips moving, Xu Ge Lao waved his hand at him and signaled Lord Li not to be excited.

"No matter how you say it, it is really not appropriate to not mention the word Jing. If you really want to discuss this principle, it is reasonable. However, it is not fair to put him in the Three Ages. I think that you will not be included in the top ten first. I will list a single book and send it to the emperor along with the top ten recommendations. Please live the grace."

Everyone nodded at the same time and said, since there is any dispute, let’s do it like this.

I won’t discuss it, and I will go back to my desk to look at my own papers.

Li Chunfang gave up and sighed in his heart. According to the standard of this paper and calligraphy, it should have been written by Wu Jie.

Others don’t care about this palace examination. Lord Li attaches great importance to Wu Jie and Shen Shixing. Shen Shixing is a famous scholar in Jiangnan. If such a person is not taken and spread, it will be a joke, and it also makes the examiners look at and have no level.

As for Wu Jie, his fame is even greater than that of Shen Shixing. Moreover, he is also a disciple of the emperor. If he is truly loyal, he will be from the same clan as Lord Li and is in the same clan in the court. The so-called "imperial party" is also the same. The party and the same attacks on the differences, and they must support each other.

Besides, Wu Jie has already won the first prize and Huiyuan in a row. If he wins the top scorer again, he will win three yuan in a row. It’s a big talk!

As a traditional scholar, I don’t have the urge to create good stories from my own hands.

But judging from the current situation, Wu Jie should not be able to win the top scorer.

This also made him very helpless.

Fortunately, his papers were delivered to the emperor along with the first eleven. With the favor he received before the emperor, he would be ordered to be sent to Hanlin.

Alas, Wu Jie actually needs a special order to enter the Hanlin area. It is very unbeautiful when it is spread.

Wu Jie, Wu Jie, why did you make such a low-level mistake?

Li Chunfang felt very sorry for being unable to make steel, and she couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

The next table transfer trial was too weak and he was done hastily.

Yan Song thought he had put Wu Jie on his own and was very kind to the test paper at hand, and he didn't look at it carefully. As long as others gave him good words, he would not make things difficult for him and would give him a circle to do it.

If, by the evening, the eighty-one papers were finally judged and the top ten were selected.

Not to mention, there are a few articles written well in this examination, which are prominent among the candidates.

Except for the paper that I had previously violated the taboo, one of the articles was particularly good. Although it had the rules and regulations, the words were beautiful and fluent, and the meticulous and meticulous, and could explain the clichés in a simple way. In terms of this skill alone, it was not something that ordinary people could achieve.

It is even more rare that he is good at writing calligraphy. The fonts are unique, and the center of gravity of each character is different. Some are on the left and some are on the right, unlike other characters that are stable in the center. But they are combined together, but they are natural, as elegant as kings and princes traveling in their condom, revealing an incomparable atmosphere.

It seems to be a self-contained person.

This paper was finally put into Yan Song's hands. Before that, he had won a lot of prizes and won seven circles. The comments he received were also excellent.

"Okay, this article is so sophisticated and the calligraphy is wonderful. You should be the top scholar. Only in this way can you be worthy of my glorious Jiajing era." Xu Jie was very happy and couldn't help laughing.

Even Zhang Juzheng, who thought about his high self-taught talent and rarely praised others, nodded and smiled: "If this paper was in the same exam room with me, I was afraid that even I might not be able to beat him."

Gao Gong: "Haha, Zhang Baigui, I didn't expect that even such a person would be convinced. This volume is the first, and everyone hopes for it! Regardless of the article, this strange calligraphy is really rare. After the Xiao Chuan, I will ask the emperor to give this paper to me so that I can understand the meaning of the brushwork."

The so-called "Xiao Chuanlu" means that the examiner sends the selected papers to the emperor's Ming Dynasty. When the candidates come to the palace to wait for the long list, it is the real Chuanlu ceremony.

When others talked about calligraphy, Yan Song began to doubt again: Why did he publish another paper with excellent articles and excellent calligraphy? Could it be that this paper belongs to Wu Jie? So, whose paper belongs to that one just now?

When Yan Song thought of this, he suddenly became confused.

This is the last turn. Everyone else has finished reading the paper and gathered together to chat in groups of three or three.

When talking about this paper, he looked at Yan Song's face.

Yan Song didn't dare to take the blame for this test, and he really couldn't find a reason.

I had to mechanically lift the pen and draw a circle on it, and write another line of comments.

Before Yan Song finished writing, everyone else breathed a sigh at the same time, sighing: "The top scorer in the current subject has finally been produced."

After all the papers were judged, they were named again, and it was completely dark.

Among the eight ministers reading the paper, many of them were old and suddenly felt exhausted. They sealed the papers and went home.

At this moment, all the papers were still marked with names and hometowns. They had to wait until the papers were handed over to the emperor for review tomorrow before the emperor would tear them apart.

The next day is dawn, morning time.

According to the system of the Ming Dynasty, the court did not need to be in the morning during the palace examination.

At the hour of Mao, eight ministers of the papers took the top ten papers and the one who violated the taboo and came to the emperor.

Jiajing was very weak as soon as he got up, his eyes were covered with red silk. He had probably just taken the elixir and had a layer of fine sweat hanging on the tip of his nose. Huang Jin twisted a hot towel and handed it over, and the emperor took it and wiped his hands and face at will.

Yan Song suddenly felt an indescribable depression in his heart, and always felt that something was wrong.

He presented eleven papers with his hands: "There are one-piece list of ten, and another one is a small flaw. I dare not submit them. Please ask the emperor to break it."

Huang Jin took the paper and placed it on the imperial desk.

Yan Song pointed to the self-righteous Wu Jie's paper and told the whole story.

Jiajing read the paper for a long time, sneered in his heart, and said disapprovingly: "It's just the word Jing, it's not a taboo. Back then, in order to avoid the word "Zhu", people were not allowed to eat meat, which was not a big joke. I jumped out of the Three Realms, not in the Five Elements, and I don't care about this. But since the Prime Minister said that, let's just do it. But it's a bit unfair to remove him from the first three. It's mixed with the remaining seven, and it shouldn't be the top three in order, and it's appropriate to drop to the fourth place. Prime Minister, do you think this is good?"

Although it was consultation, there was no room for negotiation in my tone.

A Mi Feng official stepped forward, tore Mi Feng, and sang: "The first in the second class, the tribute student from Changzhou, Shen Shixing."

"Ah!" Yan Song's body trembled and he couldn't help but exhale.

The other examiners were also a little surprised and were whispering.

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