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

Alas, why is the Marquis of Jiangling in poor health?

Look at this little white face, it makes the old woman feel very sad.

When Xie Yuheng wasn't paying attention, grandma quickly wiped away the moisture from the corners of her eyes.

Today is an important day for the Marquis of Jiangling, so he must not lose his interest.

Xie Yuheng rubbed Feiniao Hongyu's hand for a while, as if he didn't know anything, and continued to close his eyes and rest.

Five o'clock and two o'clock, night ban.

Waves of morning bells ringing in the morning waves ripple in every corner of this ancient capital of the Six Dynasties.

Xie Yuheng was wearing a robe embroidered with blue bamboo from distant mountains and trimmed with silver. He was holding a carving knife and carving something unknown on a tablet.

It wasn't until the drums in the square were beaten that Xie Yuheng put the tablet back on the long table.

The descendants of the Xie family each took three sticks of incense, then lifted up their robes and knelt down with Xie Yuheng.

Xu Lu: "???"

The only person named Xie looked confused. He felt he should be under the carriage, not here.

Xu Lu came to his senses and quickly lit three sticks of incense.

Also kowtow after kuku. Anyway, we won’t lose any piece of meat, so just kowtow and that’s it.

Holding the incense and inserting it into the incense burner, Xie Yuheng looked back and saw Xu Lu kowtowing sincerely. He slightly raised the corners of his lips but did not stop him.

When it was Xu Lu's turn to place the incense, he quickly glanced at the tablet - "Ancestor of the Xie family."

"Ahem, cough, cough, no, Yu Heng, you..."

Xu Lu looked at Xie Yuheng without saying anything.

The old god Xie Yuheng was there, raised his lips and said: "Don't worry, my ancestor of the Xie family is a great hero who stands upright."

"Since you kowtow, your ancestors will definitely bless you and achieve good results in the palace examination."

Xu Luyan was confused. Is this a question of blessing or not?

Whose good scholar comes to Beijing to take the exam and brings his ancestor’s tablet with him? !

Xie Yuheng raised his eyes and looked outside. Wherever he looked, he saw the land that Xie Qian was trying to turn the tide and defend.

The boy in blue shirt crossed the threshold, handed a letter to Rong Shi, and said:

"Send it to the Security Guard Bureau later. It must be delivered to my father before May."

"Yes." Rong Shi put away the letter and walked out.

Feeling the cold breath on Xie Yuheng's body, Rong Shi was confused.

The master's mood is like the weather in June, it changes at a moment's notice.

The street in front of Zhuquemen in the Imperial City was filled with carriages of all colors.

At Mao Shizheng, the right minister of the Ministry of Rites led the tributes and entered the imperial city through the leftmost doorway of the Zhuque Gate.

More than three hundred tributes were walking on the bluestone brick road of Chengtianmen Street, and officials in green robes hurried past from time to time.

Of course, not only this year's tributes are participating in the palace examination, but also those who were on the list in the previous session but did not participate in the palace examination.

There is no such thing as failure for anyone who takes part in the palace examination.

They are just ranked, and those who do not perform well will be released to serve as county magistrates.

As for the tributes going forward... during Chu Tianchen's reign, I can only apologize.

Scholar, you need to retake the examination to prove whether you have more water or more ink in your stomach.

That is to say, looking at the mountain will kill the horse, looking at Chengtianmen will tire out the little old man who is a tribute.

Another elderly Gongshi was too tired to walk. The right minister of the Ministry of Rites waved his hand mercilessly and had people take him down directly.

With this physical strength, if I turn around and stand for a long time to answer questions, if I don't faint directly, it will be like smoke coming out of my ancestor's grave.

One of the tributes secretly looked at the young boy at the front. From the side of his face, he could see that he was in poor health.

Everyone said that Huiji died young. If the Marquis of Jiangling fell down midway and could not participate in the palace examination, it would be a blessing to everyone.

Unfortunately, his plan was in vain.

When he queued up for a body search in front of Chengtian Gate, Xie Yuheng could see beads of sweat on his forehead.

There was no sign of being unable to walk or fainting, but his face was even more rosy.

After searching the body, all the tributes followed the right minister of the Ministry of Rites and entered behind the Jiade Gate.

The vermilion gate several feet high was seen tightly closed, and the tributes were asked to stand where they were.

The confused Gongshi looked around, you looked at me, I looked at you, not knowing what was going on.

Fu Qingchen, who placed fifth in the general examination, was also a little at a loss. He came from a poor mountainous area in Yanzhou and didn't understand these things at all.

After taking a careful look at Xie Yuheng next to him, his expression was calm, and he put his heart back into his stomach.

Until Chen hour, the sound of drumming came from all around, and the vermilion door slowly opened.

The tributes followed the right minister of the Ministry of Rites through the Taiji Gate and stood in front of the Dan Majesty in the Taiji Hall.

The record-reading officer, the record-receiving officer and dozens of deacons stood on the throne of Dan.

Under the gentle guidance of the right assistant minister, Xie Yuheng led the candidates to bow to the chief examiners.

"I have met you sirs."

When Xie Yuheng straightened up, he met the eyes of one of the examiners.

The young man was slightly stunned and quickly looked away.

The record readers are usually served by cabinet bachelors and senior officials from other important departments such as the Sixth Department.

Xie Yuheng lowered his eyes and watched the hem of his robe swaying gently in the wind.

The official who read the document was the new Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and he was also a bachelor of Jinshen Palace.

He is also the son of the Grand Master and the brother with a different surname who grew up with the Emperor.

Two days ago, when I went to Uncle Yang's house with my husband, I met him on the road. The gentleman only mentioned it but did not say hello.

Nalan Weizhi moved quietly, his old legs a little stiff after standing for a long time.

As expected, this position of examiner still requires a young person, and it is too much for an old person.

He still looked at the shortest Gongshi with one eye and thought to himself:

Alas! Look at this little white face and pale lips. How old is he? Your Majesty is committing evil.

It was not until a quarter of the hour that a eunuch finally came out of the Tai Chi Hall and directed everyone to enter the hall.

After bowing five times and three kowtows to the emperor, the silver-haired chief minister Nalan Qing read out the imperial edict.

Xie Yuheng glanced at the old man and estimated that he was in his seventies.

His voice was still loud and loud, and he sounded like he could pick up the soles of his shoes and chase his son for several streets.

Chu Heng, who was ignored, raised his eyebrows in frustration. The emperor in his head was not as strong as an old man.

Or should I say that this little guy really forgot about him, that’s right, he was only a little over a year old at that time, so it’s normal that he can’t remember.

As Nalanqing's voice fell, all the candidates took their seats one after another.

It is said to be a seat, but in fact there is only a desk, and only the emperor can sit there.

Xie Yuheng brushed his fingers over the desk, which was shorter than others, and felt a little warm in his heart. It was made according to her height and was just right.

The Gongshi next to him tried hard not to turn his eyes towards Xie Yuheng.

Comparing people to others can make people mad, and he really doesn't envy Wuwuwu at all.

Xie Yuheng reached out and took the pen, inkstone and other items in the upper left corner. While studying the ink, he waited for the deacon to issue the next question.

In just half a cup of tea, the test questions and answer sheets have been handed out.

Xie Yuheng's eyes fell on the policy topic, and she still did not move until the sound of writing could be heard all around.

Holding the ink strip between your thumb and middle finger, you slowly rub circles on the inkstone, stopping occasionally to pour the grinded ink into the ink cartridge.

Although he had never written anything, the calm aura exuding from his whole body was quite oppressive to the candidates next to him.