Almost at the same time, in the Political Affairs Hall, Chang Gun received conclusive news from several clerks: Zheng Zhi's job of submission to the provincial paper was completed today. Pan Yan, the head of the Ministry of Rites, highly praised his fu, and all the students present were obvious to all. It seems that he would give Zheng this year's case.

"What about Gao Yue?"

"The Li Shi said on the spot that his province was not clear."

When Chang Gun heard this, he laughed. But he quickly found a close confidant scholar. "Zheng Wenming told me before that he had gone to Pan Li's house to submit a book of books. He seemed to write a sketch, which was quite appreciated by Pan. On such an important occasion, Pan Lishi openly said that the poems and essays of the senior high school drums were not understood, which was too suspicious. Could it be that they had any shameful transactions in private?"

"That means to Tombzai..."

Chang Gun touched his beard, "What Pan Yan is most likely to do is to sell questions. Let us make a plan, let Gao Yue's name appear on the list first. Everyone knows that he is a essay who is not good at poetry and essays. Last year's spring exam essay venue, I will personally appeal to the saint."

"Does the Tomb Master want His Majesty to give him a trial?"

"Yes, don't you know that the word 'Zhubai' comes from the test?" Chang Gun sneered.

It was in the second year of Tianbao. Zhang Shi, the son of Zhang Yi, the chief censor of the Xuanzong Dynasty, went to the Ministry of Personnel to take the examination. At that time, Zhiquan was selected as Miao Jinqing, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Personnel. Because Zhang Zhongcheng was favored at that time, Miao wanted to sell it well, he ranked Zhang Shi first. As a result, it became a riot in the world. Everyone knew that Zhang Shi had no literature. This fraud even alarmed An Lushan, so An complained to Xuanzong that Xuanzong personally reviewed the Hua'e Xianghui Building. As a result, more than 60 people were admitted to Quanxian, and only one or two passed the exam. In particular, Zhang Shi couldn't even write a word when he picked up his pen and handed in a white paper. It was for the purpose of pulling a white paper.

The result was naturally the Holy Lord was furious, and Miao Jinqing was directly demoted.

Chang Gun also wanted to do so, not only would he be able to defeat Gao Yue and take his life, but he would also attack Pan Yan and the Liu Yan forces behind him.

"If you are in the third year of high school, if you are trying to get a white paper in the exam, you may not be the white paper, but your life!"

At this time, Gao Yue, who was not aware of the matter, was walking out of the imperial city and looking at the spiritual magpies living on the big tree. Rows of black tributes and ignited fogs were slowly rising. Several jackdaws who were trying to come here to seize food were fiercely driven away by groups of spiritual magpies. The noise of the birds fighting was particularly harsh.

Liu Deshi, Wei Duke, and other nanny friends were waiting for him in the street outside the door.

Gao Yue was also very happy to see them, "Everyone, this time we submitted the provincial commission to our Imperial College Shed can be said to be a successful start!"

Everyone's hands were tightly held together, especially Liu Deshi burst into tears and choked up so hard that he could not speak. "I am afraid that I will be your mentor this year." He has been waiting for Pan Yan's words for fifteen years!

"Let's go back to the Wujiafang and drink Yichun wine." Duke Wei suggested.

Gao Yue smiled and said to you that drinking is OK, but not to drink. In addition, after returning, he told Song Shuangwen that he would buy some good wine and vegetables in the past few days of the spring examination and raise a good body for all the students who are expected to take.

Everyone laughed and sang loudly, "Drinking Yichun wine today, you don't need to buy spring money tomorrow." They hugged each other and walked along the street towards Shengdaofang.

Buying spring money was the first son of the Tang Dynasty to fail. His relatives and friends in Beijing raised money to buy a banquet for him. Since they could not see all the spring scenery in Chang'an in one day like a new Jinshi, they could only ask others to buy some "spring scenery" to comfort themselves.

The disciples of Taofenpeng have already gained confidence and no longer have to raise money to "buy spring money". What they want is the beautiful spring scenery that fills Qujiang in the coming year!

As a result, when he first arrived at Pingkangfang, a Taoist priest holding a guise walked slowly from the street and happened to collide with Gao Yue and others.

When Liu Deshi saw this man, he was so scared that he hurriedly shrank his neck and stuck out his tongue. The other party was Sang Daomao.

He was instructed by Gao Yue to confront Sang Daomao, who was telling fortune tellers at Tiexing Bridge in Dongcheng City, and still remembered it freshly. But at that time, because Liu De's room had many beards and wigs to disguise himself, Sang Daomao did not recognize him at this time. Seeing these people wearing deep winter robes of students, he thought that they had just gone to the Nansheng Metropolitan Hall to finish the provincial papers, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

The students also stopped and looked at Sang Daomao.

Sang Daomao first saw Duke Vatican and exclaimed, "Good bachelor!"

The Duke of the Vatican pointed at him in a rare manner, and Sang nodded, "The Duke really has the talent of national weapons. From now on, he will serve the emperor and participate in secret affairs, which is limitless."

Then Sang Daomao looked at Liu De's room. Liu was so scared that he left half of his face, and only showed his left face. Sang smiled and nodded, "Your Madam is a late-stilled appearance. From then on, he will have a long life of one hundred years."

"Thank you, thank you Ji Yan of Master."

Now everyone else who accompanied him became interested and hurriedly asked himself how he said that, and Sang Daomao explained one by one, "You will all be successful in the next three to five years."

In the end, only Gao Yue was left. Of course, as a historical materialist (already transformed) person, Gao Yue naturally did not believe in these epistemology, so he smiled and said, "I don't have to."

"The head of the shed, the head of the shed must be!" Everyone said with a smile.

Who would have thought that when Sang Daomao saw Gao Yue's face, his face was pale. He hurriedly looked upwards and looked over the mandarin duck tiles on the wall of Pingkangfang. The sky was originally clear, and the lightning suddenly burst into clouds. The red and white lightning flashed constantly. He trembled and kept saying "It's him, not him." He didn't care about saying anything to Gao Yue, so he raised his guise, lowered his head and raised his straits, and ran to the north without leaving any words!

"What is it? It's him and not him?" The sentient beings looked at the head of the pan, confused.

Gao Yue looked at Sang Daomao's devastated back and thoughtfully, but in a blink of an eye, he said to everyone, "This bull's nose is so silly, don't pay attention to him. Let's go back to the five rooms to drink Yichun wine."

On February 9, 13th year of the Dali period, Chang'an City has been swept with great spring snow since the early morning. Yun Shao, who was staying here, couldn't sleep at night, got up early, put on a light fur, stood at the curtain in front of the central hall, with his bright eyes open, looking at the snowflakes passing through the trees in the courtyard in the cold wind, drawing silver-white trajectories in the ink color, several of which flew into her palms, cool and cool. Yun Shao raised his wrist, and the snowflakes had melted and there was no trace to find. Then she put her palms together, "Gao Langjun, you must enter the year safely..."

On the couch in the hall, clouds with beautiful hair were lit up and the candles on the branch lamp were lit. Then, looking at the back of my sister, sighed slightly, and shook her head.

But Yunhe of course understood that today is the day when the Jinshi exam of the Ministry of Rites in the spring of the 13th year of the Dali period. So from today, where will the fate of the senior year go?
Chapter completed!