The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

Luo Wanhua still wanted to find the Jin Yiwei who lit his house on fire, but there were so many people, and it was night, where could he find him?Besides, there is no evidence to be found.

Yan Song frowned.

In the ancient imperial examinations, this situation was called suanjuan.

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Chapter 1132 Get out of the way, Yan Song is acting aggressive again! 【4】

The Imperial Examination of the Ming Dynasty stipulated that all papers that were folded, oiled, burned, or soaked in water were all dirty papers!

Defiled papers are not eligible for admission.

Can't even pick up the rolls.

That is to say, if Luo Wanhua can't rewrite the exam paper before the fate, he will have no grades in this exam.

What won the first prize, of course, can't be called it.

Yan Song turned his head fiercely, and glared at Xu Jie.

Xu Jie, who was gloating at his misfortune, smiled and said, "Examiner, what do you mean by looking at me like that? Do you think I sent someone to tarnish his paper?"

Yan Song snorted coldly.

This Xu Jie is too disgusting and has no bottom line.

At this moment, Luo Wanhua was completely devastated and lost his soul, as if everything in the world had left him, he cupped his hands and said, "Old Yan Ge, thank you for your kindness of guidance. But this subject, I accept my fate! I, Luo Wanhua, accept it! "

He said, walking outside, he was about to give up the exam.

With Luo Wanhua so decadent and declining, he was about to leave the stage sadly, and the hearts of those poor scholars were all cold and ashamed.

Everyone of them knew that Luo Wanhua must have been framed by someone to get involved.

This method is exactly the same as the last time when Enke Luowanhua was framed and his name was lost to Sun Shan!

The hatred-filled eyes of all the humble scholars fell on Xu Jie.

Everyone knows that Xu Jie and Luo Wanhua have formed an unresolvable grievance because of the Zhejiang Huiyuan incident!

The last time Xu Jie was the chief examiner of Enke, he forced Luo Wanhua to lose his reputation, and the fact that none of the top three were admitted was known throughout the world.

With a face full of denials of "there is no silver 300 taels here", Xu Jie blurted out: "What are you looking at? Let me tell you, this old man has nothing to do with this matter! Don't guess!"

Xu Jie's face of being a villain made all the humble scholars tremble with anger, but there was nothing he could do.

So what if you knew it was definitely related to him?He is Xu Jie, he is the deputy chief examiner, and his hands and eyes are as good as the sky!

The poor scholars were inexplicably sad and indignant, and talked about it one after another.

"Could it be that my Daming doesn't have a blue sky?"

"God has no eyes!"

(bdeh)

"Luo Huiyuan, this is the second time he has been framed by someone. I guess he has no intention of taking the imperial examination anymore after being hit by this blow?"

"Hey, now that jackals are in power, you can't see your fingers!"

"I, a humble scholar, will be suppressed by the rich and powerful after all, and I will never make it to the top!"

In the midst of laments, Luo Wanhua's back became even more bleak, and he walked towards the exit of Thorn City step by step.

He had lost his fighting spirit, and his eyes were gloomy.

Xu Jie laughed even more freely, and the thief took a look at Yan Song.

You value Luo Wanhua, so what?Was it because of my trick that he couldn't even keep the exam papers?

Without the amazing Luo Wanhua, the No.1 this time is either Yang Jisheng or Wang Shizhen!They are all my princelings!

Unexpectedly, Yan Song stood alone, looked at him contemptuously, and sternly yelled at Luo Wanhua: "Man, if you encounter such a little difficulty, you have to give up? With such a nature, even if your papers are complete, how can the boss of this pavilion admit you?" ?”

Luo Wanhua, who was scolded by this slap in the face, was shaken, turned around and said in disbelief: "Old Yan Ge said, I still have hope?"

Xu Jie said hypocritically: "Old Yan Ge, this is your fault. You have to give him hope for things that you obviously have no hope of doing. There is only one night left before dawn, how can it take three days to finish writing it?" Exam paper?"

Yan Song was full of energy, and shouted in full spirit: "This pavilion always says that if you can finish writing, then you will definitely be able to finish it! Now there are still four full hours before dawn. If you don't sleep and rest, relying on memory, you still have a chance to write. Come back! How can you give up?"

Luo Wanhua smiled wryly: "But, the students still have some..."

Yan Song stood upright and said loudly to Luo Wanhua and the scholars around him: "Since the elder of this pavilion is the chief examiner, he is your teacher. The teacher sent you a poem impromptu, and you memorize it! This poem It's called Bamboo Stone."

His words resounded through the night sky, and all the candidates in the entire Thorn City listened intently.

"Old Yan Ge, do you still want to write poems? Give it to us?"

"Listen!"

"Yan Song has a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation [Sapphire Case, Yuan Xi], which has established his literary name that shocked the world. I wonder what work he has this time?"

"What kind of works can this Yan Song have? Pooh, I don't believe it!"

Amidst all kinds of praises and doubts, Yan Song proudly stood on the spot with his hands behind his back.

Yan Song sang lightly: "Stay firmly on the green hills and not let go, the roots are originally in the broken rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, let you let the east, west, north, south wind."