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

In the teahouse, Xie Yuheng's hand shaking the tea he poured almost fell out of the cup.

Xie Mingli took the teapot and asked gently: "But you didn't sleep well last night?"

Xie Yuheng suppressed the strange color in his eyes and shook his head. Slightly tighten your fingers, pick up the tea cup and take a sip.

In addition to the upgrade of the superpower to level four, there are constant changes in the space. Xie Yuheng closed her eyes, and the entire teahouse was in her eyes.

I saw a mouse at the corner of the second floor. Taking advantage of the crowd of people, it was stealing the wallets of tea guests.

Xie Yuheng moved his fingers slightly, and a painful scream suddenly came from outside the box.

It's just that every time this ability is upgraded, it seems to be bound to her social status. Then the thunder calamity upgraded to level five...

This thing is not something she can control, and it won't be promoted if she doesn't want it.

When she thought about the possibility of thunder chasing her down in public, the scene was too beautiful to watch.

Maybe he was not struck to death by lightning, but he was caught and burned as a monster after the incident...

Putting all his thoughts aside for the moment, Xie Yuheng opened his eyes, with red light flowing in them.

Si Yuandao, who was sitting opposite, rubbed his eyes in shock and looked at the young disciple's eyes again, but found nothing.

The little old man muttered: "Is it because I am old and my eyesight is not working well?"

Xie Yuheng smiled and said: "Before returning home, go to the West Market to buy some Cassia tea. Go up and have dinner with Brother Bingwen in a restaurant. The Cassia tea prepared by that restaurant is very good."

Just as he was saying this, Chang He pushed the door open with a joyful look on his face and congratulated loudly and excitedly: "Congratulations to the young master for winning the first place in the first class, and the eldest master for winning the second place in the first class."

Chang He took a breath and continued: "Master Xie Zhuqing has twenty-seven, and Master Xu has eighty."

"Master Xie Lin has seven in the top three, and Master Xie Zhushu has one hundred and one in the top three."

The teahouse was full of bustle, as lively as a vegetable market. There are three people in Yijia, two of them are the Xie family.

More than 300 people participated in the palace examination, six of whom were from Xie's Academy in Jiangling.

This must be because Meng Ziyi's wife became pregnant later this year, and he stayed as a student in the academy for another three years, otherwise there would be much more.

Xie Zhushu asked blankly: "Don't you have to go back to plant sweet potatoes?"

Xie Yuheng chuckled and said seriously: "Well... there is no need to go back to the village to grow sweet potatoes, but ah, I have to become a craftsman who paints walls instead."

Anyone named on the gold list will go to the Ci'en Temple tower to leave their name and place of birth.

If someone became a high-ranking official in his time, he would have to use a red pen to write his name.

Taking advantage of the opportunity for the bookboy and the boy to stop the enthusiastic tea guests, the craftsmen and Si Yuandao quickly fled the teahouse.

Along the way, you can still hear people of different ages, appearances, and family backgrounds discussing the same person:

The youngest number one scholar in the history of Daliang is Xie Yuheng.

"Ah - half a year's salary for me, isn't it said that Chi Song is the most likely to win the top prize?!"

"I really don't understand what your majesty thinks. He chose a sick man to be the number one scholar without fear of damaging Daliang's face."

"If I don't point to the Marquis of Jiangling and point to you, don't look at how shameless I am. What kind of pig and dog are you? Damn you!"

"That's right, it's better for us, the Marquis of Jiangling, because we, the Marquis of Jiangling, are a treasure!"

There were countless scoldings and fights on the way, and they stopped here and started over there.

The Jingzhao Yin police officers who maintain law and order can barely walk on the soles of their shoes.

Xie Zhushu lowered the car curtain, looked at Xie Yuheng who looked indifferent, and asked: "So, the head of the family and Mr. Si are betting that your majesty is a benevolent king?"

"It's not gambling. You've seen the gamblers outside, how angry and frustrated they are."

Xie Yuheng raised his lips and smiled, and continued: "It's a balance of interests. My husband and I are heavier than Tang Xing, so he will definitely lose from the beginning."

Xie Lin pursed his lips and asked the question in his heart: "Isn't this a test of your heart?"

Xie Yuheng raised his index finger to his lips, indicating that now was not a good time to discuss this topic.

Then he sighed again. Since ancient times, there has been a game between kings and ministers.

Loyal ministers need to be worthy of a good emperor, otherwise they will be completely defeated and no one knows how they died...

For example, our ancestor Xie Qian was dedicated to the country but poor in his career.

In Jinchangfang, carriages have long been parked outside the bamboo forest of Ci'en Temple.

There were pilgrims, new scholars who came to have their names inscribed, and ladies from high families who came to catch their sons-in-law.

If you catch your son-in-law under the list, you can only catch an average one. All the people who come to Ci'en Temple to sign their names are famous people.

Seeing a man dressed as a scholar in front of him, struggling and being carried away by several servants...

Xie Yuheng lent Rong Shi to his elder brother for a while, and went to the front to clear the way with a smile.

There are some advantages to her young age, mainly because she has a title, so who would dare to kidnap her to be her son-in-law.

Unexpectedly, just after turning an intersection, an old man stopped Xie Yuheng and said with a kind face:

"I have a daughter who is pretty and lovely. I would like to be a concubine for the Marquis. Is it okay?"

The smile on Xie Yuheng's face cracked, not to mention that she had no tools. Even if there is, she, only nine years old, takes a concubine? !

Si Yuandao snorted coldly and stepped forward, giving the old immortal a sideways glance. He stretched out his hand to hold the little disciple's arm and led her straight forward.

While teaching in a low voice: "Yu Heng, you are still young now."

Si Yuandao's face turned red, he cleared his throat heavily and said, "Good men have ambitions in all directions. If you are too young to interfere with men and women, it will harm your future fertility."

"Don't worry, sir. Yu Heng only cares about the people of the world and has no intention of romance." Xie Yuheng blinked his starry eyes and answered obediently.

After Si Yuandao heard about it, he didn't interfere much. The child is still young, but now he has the world in mind.

From now on, when I meet a girl I like, I don’t need anyone to teach me. I will find reasons from time to time to meet with the girl’s house.

Thinking of this, Si Yuandao glanced at Xu Lu, humph, you stinky boy!

The nine-storey Ci'en Temple tower is bathed in the sun, and under the tower a young man is dressed in robes.

Yang Bingwen stood in a shadow and waved to Xie Yuheng.

"Go ahead, I'll go talk to the host."

Si Yuandao patted Xie Yuheng's shoulder. He, an old man, was interfering in matters involving the juniors, which made them unable to let go.

"Congratulations to Brother Bingwen for winning the first place in the second division." Xie Yuheng said with cupped hands.

Yang Bingwen returned the courtesy humbly and said: "No, he is not half as elegant as the Number One Scholar."

"I asked you, can you please stop complimenting me? It's just a compliment. It makes my teeth sore." Fu Qingchen covered his cheeks with his hands and teased the two of them with a smile.

"Fine, fine, bring me pen and ink!"

A dozen young men each held a pen, and an old Jinshi moved his feet silently to make room for them.

Xie Yuheng stopped him and said with a smile: "Old sir, there is no need to change places. You came here first."

"this......"

The old Jinshi looked at the young Jinshi and hesitated for a moment before agreeing. Thirty years ago, he was twenty-three.

The window of the temple wing is open, and you can just see the children under the tower.