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In the first session, Tie Jing and essays were tested, while in the latter two sessions, policy theory was tested.

Song Xiang realized that there was not much problem in memorizing scriptures and essays, and his essays were also okay. It was mainly for policy discussions. How to write brilliantly and be appreciated by the prefect at a glance was the most difficult thing!

At a quarter of an hour, the courtyard opened. Thousands of Confucian scholars from various counties passed the inspection one after another and quickly entered. When they arrived at the entrance of each venue, they had to pass the body search again by the sergeant holding the halberd before they could enter. They found their seats according to the examination instructions. Number.

Song Xiang found his seat number with the test guide, and he breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately it wasn't a bad number, otherwise he would have been doomed.

At the beginning of the exam, the invigilator sent pen, ink, and test paper. Song Xiang answered seriously. After taking a break at noon, eating the meal sent by the sergeant, he continued writing.

During the journey, I went to the toilet twice under the supervision of the sergeant. It was not until dusk that I pulled the bell next to me and handed in my papers.

Seeing this, two clerks came over to cover up Song Xiang's name. Song Xiang rubbed his sore waist where he was sitting, rested for a while, and then left with the other candidates.

As soon as he came out of the hospital, Wei Tingxun came up to him wearing a curtain hat: "Song Xiang, you're out! How are you? You weren't assigned to a bad number, were you?"

Song Xiang shook his head with a smile, stretched out his hand to protect Wei Tingxun and led him to the carriage: "I didn't get a bad number, and I did pretty well in the exam, so you don't have to worry. There are many people here, and I'm afraid of squeezing you. Let's hurry up." Let’s go back!”

After getting on the carriage, Wei Ting asked Song Xiang, "Why didn't you see Miss Zhou?"

Song Xiang said vaguely: "I'm probably looking for a sweetheart."

As for where to find a match, Song Xiang didn't say, but Wei Tingxun also made a guess.

In the evening, Zhou Yanzhen came back drunk, humming a song sung by Mr. Sang Wan: "The peach blossom leaves are falling between the eyebrows, and the nature is perfect without light makeup. Why is the flower fairy sleeping on the bench? Maybe it is a drunk girl." "

Song Xiang put down the book and sent her to the bed with Hong'er, and then told Hong'er: "Put away her exam papers, make some hangover soup for her, and wake her up early tomorrow to avoid any mistakes." It’s exam time.”

On the second day, Hong'er couldn't wake up Zhou Yanzhen. Song Xiang had no choice but to slap Zhou Yanzhen several times before she woke up.

"Sister Zhou! If you don't get up, you'll be in trouble!" Song Xiang said with hatred, "Don't go drinking again after today's exam, lest you miss the government exam and you won't have time to cry!"

Zhou Yanzhen nodded in agreement. She wiped her face with a wet handkerchief, and then she and Song Xiang ran into the carriage and rushed to the examination hall.

When he handed in the paper at dusk and saw Zhou Yanzhen looking sad, Song Xiang couldn't help but shook his head.

"Sister Song Xiang, I've obviously seen those questions, but I can't remember them, wow..." Zhou Yanzhen howled like a ghost, startling the candidates around her, "I'm so miserable! I'm afraid I won't be able to pass this time..."

Song Xiang didn't give her a chance to visit the brothel at night, so he pulled her towards the carriage.

"Song Xiang, what's wrong with Miss Zhou?" Wei Tingxun walked up to Song Xiang and couldn't help asking when he saw Zhou Yanzhen crying in a very embarrassed state.

Song Xiang curled his lips and said, "She failed in the exam, she just feels uncomfortable!"

Zhou Yanzhen cried and said: "It's my fault that I can't cultivate myself!"

Confucius said: "Don't worry about not having a position, worry about it, so you can establish it. Don't worry about not knowing it yourself, ask for it and you can know it."

"Even Confucius said that people should not worry about whether they have fame or not. If you don't cultivate virtue and become talented, even if you have fame and position, you won't be able to do the job without virtue or talent."

"Sister Song Xiang! I'm afraid I'm going to lose my reputation in this government examination!"

Song Xiang didn't know how to comfort her, so he simply let her figure it out on her own without talking to her.

After returning to the Liang family guest house, Wei Tingxun did not bother to talk to Feng Mian in the room, and only focused on preparing food for Song Xiang.

Feng Mian was sitting by the bed. Seeing Song Xiang come in, Yingying stood up and asked gently: "How is your mood today?"

"I'm in a very good mood, and it will be even better when I see you!"

Song Xiang walked over with a smile, held his hand and said, "After tomorrow's test, it will be over. Once the results are out, I will pick a time to take you and Ting Xun to visit Fucheng. How about it?"

"Well, then go and take a look at the policy!" Feeling his hand being held, Feng Mian really didn't want to let go, but he was afraid of affecting Song Xiang's scientific examination, so he had to urge her, "Since this is the last game, the wife will not let go." You should slack off.”

"Has my wife finished reading the booklet given by Luo Jiaoyu last time?"

"It's over!" Song Xiang pinched Feng Mian's face and said, "You have to let your wife eat!"

Only then did Feng Mian suddenly realize that he had missed something, and he lowered his head in shame: "My wife, I didn't do this on purpose!"

"It's okay!" She stood up, pulled Feng Mian to the table, and said with a smile, "You don't know how terrible the food in the examination institute is. I drank a lot of water before I could swallow it alive."

Feng Mian laughed: "Then if it comes to the provincial examination, what should the wife do?"

"It's still early for the provincial examination, I don't want to worry about that much!" Song Xiang said, "I just want to have a decent marriage for you and Ting Xun as soon as possible, so that others won't look down on you."

Hearing this, Feng Mian's heart felt sour and swollen, feeling as if all his grievances had been relieved at this moment: "My wife, thank you for thinking about the servants and Ting Xun!"

"Thank you, you are my husband now, don't mention the word thank you!" Thinking of his future marriage, Song Xiang couldn't help but carefully warned him, "The wound on your head has not healed yet, so don't rush to get married. Yi, do you know?"

Feng Mian responded warmly and whispered: "If you don't ask me to embroider, you can always ask Ting Xun to embroider, right?"

"How can we embroider without red brocade?" Song Xiang warned again, "Don't sneak out while I'm taking exams!"

"You two have scared me once, don't scare me again!"

"I understand, Wife!" Feng Mian smiled jokingly, "Then I won't tell Ting Xun yet."

"What are you hiding from me?"

Wei Tingxun brought food in and placed it in front of Song Xiang.

Feng Mian deliberately changed the subject and said, "Let's talk about the wife's future release from the list!"

"Ting Xun, if my wife is selected as a scholar, no one will be interested in catching her son-in-law, right?"

Hearing this, Wei Tingxun thought seriously and said: "If it's just a scholar, he probably won't be robbed, unless Song Xiang is the head of the case!"

But they didn't know how knowledgeable Song Xiang was. Thinking of this, they both fell silent.

Song Xiang ate the food and devoured it, startling Feng Mian beside him: "My wife, please eat slowly."

Wei Tingxun also poured a glass of water for Song Xiang and asked thoughtfully: "But the food in the examination institute is not delicious?"

Song Xiang nodded and said nothing. When he was full, he went to the courtyard to eat and memorize policies.

On the last day of the college entrance examination, Song Xiang rushed up early early in the morning feeling refreshed. When he arrived at the entrance of the college entrance examination, it was still dark.

Zhou Yanzhen hid in the carriage and continued to catch up on her sleep, having given up on discussing strategies.