In the end, Gao Yue's seat was under the corridor near the east gate. He looked around and was filled with complicated people, busy taking off the baskets, mats, blankets, books, etc. and sitting down.

In front of him was Duke Wei, whose seat happened to be outside the corridor, facing the courtyard; Liu De's room was on his left, Dugu Liangqi was on his right, and Zheng Zhi was on his right.

The group of people happened to be together at the door and never separated.

Zhu Sui, Wang Biao, the army, Yuan Tongzhi and others all sat opposite the west corridor, each of whom was arrogant and determined to win.

The front hall between the two corridors is where Pan Yan and the other invigilators sit upright, and a tall incense table is set up under the steps of the hall.

For a long time, the entire Nanyuan had the voice of the sergeant resting themselves. At this time, there were soldiers beside the windows on the back wall of the corridor. Gao Yue turned around and saw the little eunuch who had just arrived at the door. This guy was about twenty years old, but they were not looking for the style of the sergeant, but they carried pens, ink, paper, ink, ink, ink, cakes, tea and rice with the sergeant in baskets and whispered there to earn money from the exam.

At this time, Gao Yue ate a lot of steamed Hu at An Lao Hu'er before taking the exam in the morning. He was not hungry, but was very thirsty, so he shouted to the little eunuch, "Oh, what's your name?"

"My name is Huo Jingliang." When the little eunuch saw Gao Yue turn around and ask him, he couldn't help but look at his cheek.

"Give me a cup of tea!"

"Okay, okay, our tea is good, because our tea cream is good, and the cream is high. After drinking our tea, Baolangjun passed the high school entrance exam."

After saying that, Gao Yue took out some money generously and asked the Soldiers first if he wanted to have tea. The Soldiers said yes. He asked Liu De's room again, but Liu De's room was already sitting there nervously and couldn't speak, just shaking his head. Then he asked Dugu Liangqi over there, and Liangqi shook his head, politely saying that he was not thirsty, "Thank you, you must first."

The so-called "must be first" is the title of politeness of the candidates in the examination room, and the auspicious meaning of "must be first to be first" is the name of "must be first to be first".

Gao Yue turned around and looked at Zheng Xi. Who would have thought that Zheng Xi had noticed Gao Yue's actions long ago, so he continued to snort coldly, turned his head, and was about to express his refusal, but who would have thought that Gao Yue would throw some money directly on his desk, "Zheng Bi first helped me pass the money over."

He almost made Zheng Zi angry to death, so he held back his anger and took the money all over and handed it over to Huo Jingliang outside the window. Huo then raised a large cup of tea and placed it on Zheng Zi's desk, "Please pass it to that student."

Zheng Zi clenched his hand into a fist, wishing he could smash the teacup with one punch, but in the end he held it back and handed it to Gao Yue.

"Xie Zheng Bixian." Gao Yue then held the teacup in front of his mouth.

At this moment, Pan Yan and Pan Lishi had already walked out of the front hall. They first gave a blessing to the sky in front of the incense table, and then turned around to worship the two halls of the east and west. At this time, they heard a few loud sounds of tea sips.

The entire southern courtyard became quiet, and many eyes turned to Gao Yue who was drinking tea near the door of the east corridor.

Gao Yue suddenly felt embarrassed, but fortunately, the two east and west corridors all stood up and began to worship Mr. Pan.

Gao Yue also quickly put down the teacup and followed others' actions.

The building on the main hall of the South Courtyard, behind the window, an old man looked down at Gao Yue under the eaves of the corridor and couldn't help but laugh, "This strange man is really interesting."

This old man is not someone else, he is the courtier who likes to buy steamed hu in front of An Lao Hu'er's stall.

He had taken off the half-old cloak and his furry felt hat, revealing his purple robe, and a golden fish bag hanging from behind his waist.

Even closer to the west, Yang Wan, the Minister of the Secretariat, leaned on the crutches with one hand and grabbed the window frame with the other. He also saw Gao Yue's behavior, but shook his head, "Everyone said that this son is like a son. Today, he saw that he was indeed not worth it. How many people can understand etiquette?"

Then Yang Wan seemed to have found the "ammunition" that bombarded the imperial examination system, so she turned around and said to Chang Gun, the new subordinate minister sitting on the couch behind her, "This southern courtyard is bustling and bustling, all for fame and fortune. Is this considered selecting wise men for the country? Is the standard for virtuousness determined by poetry, verses and lyrics?"

Chang Gun, who was sitting upright on the couch, lowered his head and smiled without saying a word.

Then Yang Wan turned around again, but saw Zheng Zi sitting upright behind Gao Yue. Then he nodded and said to the old man steaming Hu who was also leaning against the window, "Shi'an, this time your son-in-law Pan Yan was the first time to be the head of the Ministry of Rites. Did you know Zheng Zi of Xingyang?"

It turned out that Pan Yan, the Minister of Rites, was actually the old man's son-in-law.

When Chang Gun heard Zheng Zi's name, he raised his head and added a rare sentence, "Zheng Yu, Xingyang, is indeed a talented person with a charity."

The two prime ministers took time to leave the political affairs hall with complicated government affairs to see the spring examination of the Ministry of Rites. Moreover, the two prime ministers almost reached some terrible tacit understanding. That was the case with this scientific examination, and Zheng Zhi seemed to have already made a decision.

But the old man with the word "Shi'an" stared at Gao Yue with interest. After a long time, he raised his eyebrows and did not answer. Then he paced back and forth in the hall, looked at Yang Wan, then Chang Gun, and then suddenly said, "What Yang Zhonglang said just now is so irrelevant to me. Now the country is in a difficult situation. Jinshi is the sage to be selected as the sage. According to my opinion, we must stop the false words and take practical strategies and not take nonsense. We must ask for advice."

After the old man finished speaking, before Yang Wan could react, Pan Yan sat back in the main hall below and raised his hand.

At the steps, the Linghu Yuanwailang who had previously argued with Zheng Zhi, the official in charge of the examination shouted in a loud voice, "First game, post the scriptures!"

Then, the curtains in the front hall where Pan Yan was located were placed down everywhere, so that he and the candidates in the two corridors were completely separated by these curtains, which also meant that the examination was officially started.

As soon as this sentence was finished, Chang Gun and Yang Wan were startled at the same time in the building on the second floor. Among them, Chang Gun was particularly fierce. He directly complained to the old man, "The Jinshi exam has always been the first list of poetry and essays, and the second list of scriptures, and the third of the question. Why did the first list be changed to the first list of scriptures?"

"This is the decision of the Lord Pan Lishi. Like you, I am just here to supervise the Secretariat for the Holy Lord. Is there any illegal system for Pan Lishi doing this?" The old man sat calmly on the couch, stroking a cup of hot tea that was breathing breathlessly.

Chang Gun suddenly had nothing to say, because the Jinshi first exam was indeed a postscript, but later the practice was changed to poetry and essays, and Pan Yan was just transferred back, but no matter how he was transferred, it was followed and there was no violation of the law.

Gao Yue saw that Liu Deshi, who was behind the desk next to him, heard the first scene after posting scriptures. His face was ashes, and his eyes were ashamed, and his hands were shaking constantly, and he could hear the sound of his teeth fighting.

It's over, Liu De's room is not easy to read, and he thought this year was still as usual, and the first list was his most proud poem.
Chapter completed!