At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

The examiner was Mu Siye from the Imperial Academy. He was caught and wronged on a holiday, but he didn't feel depressed, but rather enjoyed it.

He looked at the rumored child prodigy Marquis Jiangling with deep eyes and no trace.

The young man in red clothes in the hall was as tall as a pine tree, like a jade tree facing the wind. He humbly answered with his hands raised: "Sir, this has never been done by students."

"Then I dare to ask the Marquis another question." Mu Ji stood up and bowed to Xie Yuheng.

The latter returned the favor and said, "Excuse me, sir."

The literati in the venue pricked up their ears. From time to time, people nearby communicated silently with their gazes, unable to hide the look of shock in their eyes.

There were also those who were brave. Seeing that everyone's eyes were on Jiangling Marquis, they hurriedly opened their papers and asked their friends for help.

Mu Ji ran his fingers through his silver beard and hair, his face covered with traces of time, and spoke loudly:

"Today there is a wall five feet thick. Two rats pass through each other. The rat's day is one foot, and the mouse's day is also one foot. The rat's day is twice as long, and the mouse's day is half as long. When will we meet? How much will each of them pass through?"

The spectators outside the venue, or those who accompanied him for reference, were so excited that their eyes were filled with stars.

He whispered: "What the hell? Every word is in Daliang dialect. Why can't you understand it when you put it together?"

The man with the square hat on his head kindly explained: "It means that two mice are facing each other and digging holes. The rat and the mouse will dig a foot each on the first day."

"Starting from the next day, beat the rat half more and the mouse half less every day. Ask them when they can meet."

The man scratched his head and muttered: "Just give each of the two rats a hammer. If the rats steal vegetables and thieves, let's go meet the Lord of Hell."

The man was ashamed and was about to take out the pen, ink and paper from his suitcase and do some calculations.

Hearing the childish voice in the venue, he answered clearly:

"On the third day, they met one hour and three quarters of an hour later. When they met, the rat passed through the wall about three feet four inches and seven minutes, and the mouse passed through the wall about one foot five inches and three minutes."

Someone sneered in a low voice: "What are you pretending to be? You don't intend to raise money, and you don't use paper. Who can't just make up nonsense with your mouth?"

Although the sound was small, it was heard like thunder in everyone's ears despite the silence in the room.

Mu Ji's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he coldly glanced at a certain scholar behind him, and said slowly: "This is the question from last year's Imperial College Senior Examination, and no one got it right."

"I just slightly modified the dimensions. The answer given by Marquis Jiangling is correct."

Not only is it a correct answer, but it is also accurate to every moment.

Mu Ji looked at Xie Yuheng with more admiration. This little boy was much better than those stupid donkeys in the Imperial College. He was polite and smart.

It was his division himself, the Secretary of the Ministry of War, who came all the way, but it may not have been so fast...

After a while, Mu Ji fell into an upset mood again. Why didn't he resign? He had picked up a talented disciple for nothing.

Hearing what Mu Siye said, the whole room was shocked.

There was a merchant's son who was burying his head in writing and making calculations quickly. His face was filled with astonishment and his eyes showed a look of disbelief.

When he was one year old, he caught Zhou, and what he caught was his father's golden bead plate. He had been studying arithmetic since he was a child, and he was considered to be extremely talented.

I originally wanted to quickly figure it out with Marquis Jiangling and make my name famous.

Although this move is unkind, the opportunity is rare, and when the time comes, who would have thought...it is actually a fantasy.

While he was stunned, another examiner next to him asked a question, and Xie Yuheng also answered quickly.

After two quick questions and answers, Mu Ji took out a yellowed book from the box placed against the screen and asked a question.

Feeling that the questions were obviously getting more difficult, Xie Yuheng turned his eyes and raised his sleeves to cover half of his face.

Kuku coughed and said weakly: "...I suddenly feel unwell. The eldest brother in the family is not inferior to Yu Heng in Shu Yi. I don't want my brother to answer for Yu Heng."

Mu Ji hurriedly ordered the servants to bring a chair for Xie Yuheng and served tea at a suitable temperature.

Seeing that her coughing was not so severe, she breathed a sigh of relief.

I was so excited to ask, but I forgot that this person was a famous sick man.

I heard that he was seriously ill several times on the way to Beijing, and those officials and officials who wanted to curry favor could not come to visit him.

Mu Ji felt a deep sense of regret in his heart. He turned his eyes to the onlookers on the sidelines and asked loudly: "Who is Mr. Xie? Please come forward."

I watched my sister grow up, and when I saw her raising her sleeves, I knew what she was going to do next.

Xie Mingli felt warm in his heart and walked calmly. Every step seemed to fall on the strings of a piano, rhythmic and leisurely.

Standing in the hall, he first bowed to Mu Ji and others. There was no need for Mu Ji to recite the question again.

Then he will talk about the correct explanation, confidently and modestly.

Mu Ji's eyes lit up when he saw it. The Marquis of Jiangling was in poor health, but there seemed to be nothing wrong with him. He was a good man to serve the court.

Xie Yuheng leaned on the back of his chair 'weakly', his smiling eyes falling on his eldest brother.

Maybe someone was trying to trick her in the musical arts, but the wonderful piano music of her eldest brother was left unappreciated.

However, gold will shine wherever it is.

Sensing the faint footsteps gradually leaving behind the hall, Xie Yuheng's eyes moved slightly and he continued to drink tea calmly.

The apricot blossoms trembled gently on the branches with the wind. A man and a woman walked side by side on the bluestone path, with palace attendants following behind them.

"He is a good boy who is not jealous of talents when he sees them."

The woman is dressed in elegant clothes, has a beautiful face and a smile, and is both gentle and dignified.

Chu Heng squeezed the woman's catkin with a little force with his big palm. He said helplessly: "You will feel great if you have the same temperament as Sister Ji Er."

"Wang Xing'er, how old are you? You are already an emperor, why are you still acting like a child?"

Ji Pingjun broke free from his shackles and patted Chu Heng's forearm gently.

She knew what he meant, but... Wang Xing'er was no longer her Wang Xing'er alone.

He is no longer the unpopular prince in Jiaozhou.

He is Chu Heng, the king of the people in the world.

Whether she is a wife or a minister, she should think about the overall situation, even if... her heart is twisted.

Chu Heng narrowed his long eyes, leaned over and whispered a few words into the woman's ear.

Suddenly, Ji Pingjun blushed like a shrimp, glared at someone with an unseemly look, rolled up his sleeves and strode forward.

The man smiled broadly, walking faster and faster when he saw the person in front of him who was on top of his heart.

Chu Heng pretended to cry: "My second sister, Ji, doesn't know how to care for others. When I appraised the children yesterday, no one felt sorry for them. Alas."

Behind him, Chen Qiu, the commander of the guards who was highly skilled in martial arts, wished he could cut off his ears and blind his eyes.

It was obvious that someone had been neglected by the queen for a long time, and today he had a rare chance to coax his wife and pick out clothes until midnight.

Knowing that he was deliberately misfortune, Ji Pingjun still stopped and pretended to be angry: "Can't you just leave the papers to be approved today? You can do it even at night."

"This is not the Flower Festival. I am worried that my second sister Ji is bored in the palace, so I came out to relax."

Chu Heng's narrow eyes were filled with a smile of success, and he quickly stepped forward and hugged the woman's waist.

He put his head on her shoulder and murmured aggrievedly: "Sister Ji Er, don't let the daughters of ministers enter the palace again."