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

Si Yuandao smiled slightly when he saw this, hiding his merit and fame.

He had just found the right opportunity to stop the ink scroll before it could reach Ye Zhongliang.

Confused? You're right to be confused. Open your mouth and keep silent about the ancestral etiquette. If you don't speak, it's better to save him some saliva, huh.

I haven't seen him and His Majesty still have a tacit understanding after so many years. Look at the cooperation.

Let’s talk about the caravan first. If we can’t make a deal, we change the discussion to Changpingcang. But building Changpingcang and buying grain both cost money.

Where does the money come from? The caravan is coming.

"May I ask, Your Majesty, which candidate's ink scroll is this?" an official came out and asked.

Chu Heng raised his eyebrows, and the eunuch immediately stepped forward and bowed and whispered: "Your Majesty, it is already the end of Mao Shi, and Zhang Xingbang still needs half a cup of tea before Chen Shi."

Chu Heng raised the corners of his lips, smiled heartily and said, "My dear, I'll know later."

......

Imperial City, outside Yanxi Gate.

In the eyes of the candidates who looked through the autumn water, they finally welcomed the official of the Ministry of Etiquette in green robe.

As the clock rings, the first thing to be posted is the deputy list.

The person on the deputy list is also a person who has not passed the general examination, but he is better than the person who is not listed on the two lists and whose name is Sun Shan.

Those who are on the deputy list can be exempted from the court examination and directly appointed by the Ministry of Personnel.

Of course, they are all low-level officials, such as the ninth-grade Imperial Academy Supervisor and the like.

Of course, there are also those who are just lucky enough to be specially approved by the emperor to take part in the palace examination.

However... not many candidates are eager to see the side list. Who would expect that if they haven't passed the test?

There are many apricot lists, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites list them starting from the last one.

Every time a list came up, the candidates were like bees collecting honey, passing by looking at Xing, stretching their necks desperately to see if their names were on it.

The feeling of being afraid that one's name will be on the final list, but also afraid that one is not, is really a torment.

An older man, Juzi, looked at a few apricot lists without his name on them.

Unable to bear the stimulation, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

The infantryman standing guard nearest him sighed and dragged the old man to a safe area.

We can't blame the elderly for their poor mental endurance. In the past two years, the number of tributes has been higher among the younger ones.

If an old person and a young person write equally well and have the same number of red circles, the younger person will be ranked higher.

At such a young age, he can work for many, many years.

You, the older one, have been working for two years and are just now able to start official duties independently.

Hey, if you retire and return home, or die, it's better not to recruit.

"I got it, I got it!" From time to time, some people cheered and cried with joy.

In a shadow, a woman wearing a headscarf had tears in her eyes, and the only two fingers under her sleeves were slightly bent.

She raised her eyes to search for a figure in the crowd, but until there were slight footsteps behind her, she could not find her figure.

Someone suddenly covered her mouth from behind and quickly dragged her to a less crowded place.

"Mmmm."

The woman pretended to struggle while using her only two fingers.

Skillfully, he pulled out the dagger from the leather holster hanging at his waist and stabbed him backwards.

The thief was in pain, but for just a moment, the woman seized the opportunity to break free.

He ran out as hard as he could, and just shy of reaching the main street, the woman was caught up by him again.

Looking at the Chi family's carriage passing by on the main road ahead, the thief laughed softly and said:

"Call for help and someone will come to save you."

The woman shook her head silently, but the thief seemed to be grasping her weak spot.

Like teasing a mouse, he pushed her into the sun and happened to knock over a salesman.

"You can't walk without eyes!"

The salesman pointed at the woman and cursed, immediately attracting countless eyes.

Even the curtain of the carriage was quietly opened.

The woman was lying on the ground, covering her face with her sleeves and shivering, fearing that the eyes in the carriage would be cast on her.

Her Song'er was so talented and talented that she was loved by many noble ladies in the capital.

How could people know that his mother looked like this? Wouldn't it make his classmates laugh?

Pretending to be a woman passing by, he knelt down to help the salesman pick up something, but in fact he whispered to the woman.

In the carriage, Lu Peiran muttered: "Cousin, what's so interesting about this quarrel between common people?"

Jiang Jizhou slapped him on the head with his folding fan.

"You know nothing. Officials have to be close to people's daily lives. Otherwise, if I give you a case, you won't even know how to judge it."

"Ah - dead people."

Suddenly there were screams outside the car window, mixed with the confused and panicked voice of the salesman.

"I didn't touch her, I didn't touch her, I didn't kill the person!"

Chi Song frowned and looked out through the opened car curtain, which almost made him shudder.

The woman who committed suicide...was his mother.

The mother and son looked at each other through the crowd nearly three years apart.

The woman's body twitched from time to time, and more blood gushed out, but her mouth kept moving, saying repeatedly: "No, no."

Still lost his breath quickly.

Lu Peiran looked at Chi Song, who was in tears, and asked in surprise: "Brother Chi, what's wrong with you?"

Chi Song turned his head blankly and opened his mouth. His voice was choked and unreasonable: "Let's go and see the list. Don't you want to know as soon as possible?"

"I'm not in a hurry to take a look. Brother Chi, are you really okay? Why don't you go to a medical clinic and take a look?"

Lu Peiran scratched his head, not really worried about Chi Song's appearance.

Jiang Jizhou on the side had a funny smile on his face, watching Chi Song open the curtain and tell the coachman to hurry up.

Jiang Jizhou gently shook his folding fan and said with a smile, "Peiran, your poems at the last banquet in Qujiang were really outstanding."

"I want to be ranked above me in this competition."

"No, no, my cousin is too flattering. It was just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse that day."

Lu Peiran lowered his eyes and pulled his sleeves unnaturally.

Interesting, really interesting. Jiang Jizhou's eyes wandered to the two people in the carriage.

When Jiang Jizhou and his party arrived at the Yanxi Gate, they were in time to post the last apricot list, which was also the top ten for this test.

As soon as the list with ink characters on red paper was posted, the literati were in an uproar.

"Huiyuan of Marquis Jiangling, how is this possible? Is there some inside story?"

"Yes, his division is the Minister of the Ministry of War. There may be something twisty here."

"Damn it, you didn't attend the Qujiang Banquet? Could you have composed the poem that Marquis Jiangling wrote that day?"

The literati each held their own opinions and started scolding wars on the spot.

However, there were some clever onlookers who rolled their eyes and ran out with their legs up.

Rent a mule on the road and go straight to the Si Mansion to report the good news.

Unexpectedly, the pounce was in vain. Master Si went to court. As for Jiangling Hou and his party... they went to watch the excitement of confiscating the house.

The man was stunned for a moment, then immediately mounted his mule and headed to Sheng's house.

The Sheng family's house raid has come to an end. The ladies who used to be surrounded by maids and wives all put on shackles and were urged on their way by the guards.

"The Sheng family is already rich and noble, I really don't understand why they would do this kind of thing."

Xie Zhushu's eyebrows were twisted into knots. This really made him ashamed to speak. How could a man have that kind of feeling for a little girl...

Xie Yuheng stood up, stretched out, and said lazily: "The human heart is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant."