How to Become a White Moonlight [Quick Transmigration]

Ruan Qingsong walked up the steps, turned around suddenly, faced the rising sun in the morning, and smiled contemptuously at Bai Tan who was approaching the Gongyuan, with a vicious and provocative expression.

Is this trying to irritate myself, so that everyone can see how arrogant and domineering the descendants of the Bai family are?Bai Tan smiled maliciously. Although the timing is not right now, it is too early to reveal Ruan Qingsong's true colors, but if the other party's complacency is allowed to continue like this, it will inevitably make people feel uncomfortable. I want to make a joke, a small punishment and a big warning After a while, it should be fine.

Bai Tan walked up the steps with a smile on his face, and when he passed by Ruan Qingsong, his handsome features suddenly wrinkled into a ball, he held his breath, covered his nose with his sleeves, and his vivid eyes let go of Ruan Qingsong with deep meaning. After a circle, he said in a suspicious tone: "Strange, what is so smelly?"

The voice was not loud, but Ruan Qingsong could definitely hear it clearly.

Ruan Qingsong froze, and the dark and humiliating images couldn't help popping up in his mind.

In his previous life, because of his foul smell, he was discriminated against and suffered a lot. Even though he spent his whole life searching for good medicine and magic medicine to completely eradicate body odor, he still failed. In order not to be looked down upon by others, he had to hide in the small In the rented house, like a mouse living in a stinky ditch, it is easy to survive.

Probably because of the heavy psychological shadow, at this moment, Bai Tan's simple words changed Ruan Qingsong's face. Although he did not believe it, he suspected that Bai Tan was deliberately deceiving him, but he firmly believed that the other party would never know the past. He hesitated for a while.

Could it be that there really was something indecent about him?

Ruan Qingsong turned his back, lowered his head calmly and sniffed his body, carefully identifying it.

However, there is a large population here, the weather is warm, and the smell is not very clean. In addition, there are students from poor families who are reluctant to hire carriages and horses. When the hot wind blows, it becomes even more pungent.

Ruan Qingsong didn't know why for a while, but he became suspicious.

Bai Tan pressed his fan to his lips, secretly smiling.

The examination will be divided into three sessions, each lasting three days, for a total of nine days.During these nine days, all candidates must stay in a room that is three feet long, four feet wide, and eight feet high.

Therefore, the imperial examination is actually a double contest of physical strength and intelligence. Some scholars are weak and have no strength to hold a chicken, and they can't last until the last moment.

Bai Tan saw with his own eyes that some people fainted from time to time in the examination room, and they were carried out one after another by the officers and soldiers for treatment.

Fortunately, Bai Tan had already made preparations. He took a health-care pill with water every day, and finally survived the pain without any danger. However, when he left the Gongyuan, his footsteps were weak and his eyes were dull. Shi repeatedly ordered people to put him on the carriage.

After Bai Tan returned home, he didn't care about other things, he slept soundly under the quilt, closed the door to thank guests for several days, and when he finally regained his strength, the day to release the rankings was approaching.

Before dawn, Ruan Bai dispatched several able-bodied servants one after another to go to the Gong Yuan to read the list, surrounded by a group of nuns and maids, eager to see through.

About half an hour later, a series of clear and crisp sound of horseshoes sounded from far and near, the leader was dressed as an officer and armed with a brass gong to clear the way, came to the front and said loudly: "Where is Mr. Ruan Qingsong? Please come out quickly, congratulations on high school!"

The faces of the boys who were still beaming just now suddenly lost color. You look at me, I look at you, I don’t know how to react. Seeing Bai Tan sitting in the hall, drinking tea with a calm expression, he relaxed and joked again. Leave the messenger in the cold.

Ruan Qingsong got the letter, and rushed out from the stabbing in the backyard, not caring about covering up, and hurriedly asked: "But Huiyuan?"

The official was stunned, shook his head and said, "It's not Huiyuan." After a pause, he clasped his fists again, motioned in the direction of the palace, and said, "Jiebao, the young master of your mansion, Ruan Yu Qingsong High School Exam No. 30, Beijing News Lian Deng Huang Jia."

Ruan Qingsong was greatly disappointed, and when he thought about it, he was very surprised. The words in "Yu Shi Ce" were brilliant, and even a praise of a class horse article made him write it word for word. Why is it so?

Bai Tan had a panoramic view of all the expressions on Ruan Qingsong's face, but he was able to solve his doubts a little bit. "Yu Shi Ce" is certainly gratifying, but Ruan Qingsong's poems and essays still need to be pondered. After all, many of the remarks seem to be Exquisite, but actually grotesque and nonsensical, all of them were deliberately placed in the study by Bai Tan and asked him to take them away on purpose.

Hua Jianxie is good at dancing with long sleeves, and she is exquisite in appearance. She hurriedly took out the wedding money she had prepared, and said with a soft smile: "Please trouble the officials to go this way, I have nothing to repay, and some scattered money , if the official doesn't dislike it, let's take it to drink tea."

The official was used to doing this, because Jingluo is prosperous and prosperous, high school tribute is a rare happy event in life, but whenever he gets the news, he must give a generous reward, even if the family background is slightly worse, for the sake of face, I also like to be rich, and set up a few tables of banquets lively.

It was a beautiful mission to announce the good news, and the officials had their own expectations in their hearts, but at this time they were dismissed by Aunt Hua with a few words.

Coincidentally, at this time, three officials who were also in green clothes, black hats and soap boots rode straight over on tall horses, turned over beside the stone lion in front of the Baifu gate, and said with a smile, "Where is Mr. Baitan Bai here? Congratulations on the high school exam, No. 90 on the gold list." Seven out of [-]!"

The two rows of servants in front of the main gate waited for a long time with their ears pricked up. Hearing this, they couldn't help laughing. Some stepped forward to take the reins, some were eager to lead the way, and some were smart and running towards the flower hall, " Ma'am, the son is in high school, high school!"

All of a sudden, the whole mansion came alive, Bai Tan personally invited people in, and set out the food and drinks that had been prepared long ago. The three officials left contentedly after eating and drinking, with their heavy purses in their hands.

When the outsiders left, the maids and servants in the Manchu house all laughed, and went up one by one to congratulate Bai Tan on the success of the Toad Palace.

Ruan Qingsong's reputation, which had been a little bit declining recently, has picked up again because he won the No. 30 nine on the Guipao list. There is an endless stream of people who come to meet and socialize. He seems to enjoy this kind of busyness. I will drink that congratulatory wine tomorrow, and I will invite you back the next day, so there is no idle time.

Moreover, because Bai Tan is also a high school tribute, Ruan Qingsong is very proud of his ranking after all, and every time he meets Bai Tan in the mansion, he will always be ridiculed.

Wuyou had a temper like charcoal, and was so angry that he almost wanted to beat Ruan Qingsong, stomped his feet, and said to Bai Tan: "Young master is too good-natured, let him be unrestrained, slaves really can't understand that villain's success." face!"

White sandalwood is concocting a new kind of spice, and it has been a few days without sleep and food, because some of the ingredients are rare, and it needs five taels of blooming white hibiscus stamens, six taels of white jasmine stamens, seven taels of white peony stamens, and white camellia stamens Eight taels, and three coins for mandala, three coins for aconitum, three coins for Tiannanxing, and three coins for hook kisses.

The most rare thing is that it needs the petals of the white epiphyllum to reconcile.

A flash in the pan, an instant of youth, white sandalwood stayed up for several nights before finding it.

So it took a lot of trivial work.

In the early morning, the morning dew is not yet shining.

The white sandalwood was guided by a very clean silver spoon, and the dew that fell on the white chrysanthemum dripped into a delicately crafted glass cup. After a glance, seeing that a shallow layer had been obtained, it was enough, so he straightened up. Waist back, smiled and said: "How come Ruan Qingsong has nothing to do with us, besides, have you heard a sentence? The sky wants him to die, it will make him crazy, just wait and see."

The little girl brought clean water, Bai Tan handed the glass cup to Wuyou, and cleaned up the stains on his hands by himself.

Seeing the presence of the old god Baitan, Wuyou worried for him, and said, "If you say that Ruan Qingsong is nothing, and not worth your son's trouble, then that's fine, but now you're about to enter the palace to take part in the imperial examination. At any rate, if you are ready to prepare, wouldn't it be a pleasure to overwhelm him then?"

Bai Sui wrung a clean handkerchief, Bai Tan wiped his hands, took a sip of hot tea, and narrowed his eyes comfortably, "Little girl is quite ambitious, don't you know your son, I am determined to be an imperial merchant, the biggest The wish is nothing more than to further develop the Baijia spice business."

Bai Sui smiled softly: "Isn't our Bai family's business big enough? Looking around, most of the spices used in Jiang Guo come from our Liufang Pavilion, even the royal family and Prince Fanbang are no exception."

Bai Tan laughed: "This is just the beginning." The Bai family's business has indeed expanded a lot compared to ten years ago, but it is still far from what Bai Tan thought in his heart. It must be known that when Bai Yigong was alive, the Bai family almost monopolized all the spices and spices in the country. The medicine business is the uncrowned king in the incense making business.

He intends to surpass Bai Yigong and bring the Bai family's fragrant medicine business to the peak again.

But for all of this, there is an absolutely indispensable premise, that is, the country of Jiang is prosperous and the people are safe, the people are rich, and the political | political structure is stable.

It's okay to say that medicinal materials, after all, are in rigid demand, and they don't have to worry about not being able to sell them, but the spices are not the same. If Jiang Guo is in trouble, who will have the heart to paint?

In the original book, under Ruan Lezheng's behest, Ruan Qingsong attached to the crown prince Jiang Jing and helped him win the position of great treasure. However, Jiang Jing's talent was limited, and he fought with other princes for a long time, which caused Jiang Guo to weaken day by day. When the dust finally settled, The whole country is waiting to be rejuvenated, and the barbarians of the Fanbang, the Yi Di, have taken the unexpected and provoked the war. It is not yet available for Jiang Guo to seek a moment of respite.

Years of wars, bloodshed, and depleted populations among the state capitals, ten houses and nine empty fields, and large areas of land were abandoned. It is a luxury for ordinary people to have a full meal.

Therefore, Bai Tan chooses to assist Jiang Rong, not entirely out of selfish desires, the honor and disgrace of the Bai family is important, and the life and death of tens of millions of people in Jiang Country is naturally more important.

What Bai Tan is planning is to end this cruel struggle as soon as possible, and to bring all Jianguo's mechanisms back on track while the foreigners are still on the sidelines. Merit.

Wuyou laughed jokingly and said: "Young master is clearly a year younger than the maidservant, why are you calling me a little girl?"

Bai Tan thought, what you see is only the age of this life, plus the previous life, I have already become an uncle.

It's just that it's hard to say this, so Bai Tan smiled and avoided talking about it.

Bai Sui thought about an interesting incident, because he asked: "What kind of incense did you mix recently? The servant girl passed by the Qingfeng Tower yesterday, and vaguely smelled a fragrance. It was faint, but very refreshing, and brought some snow. The coldness is really intoxicating, the servant girl returned to the room in a daze, and had a sweet dream all night."

Unexpectedly, Bai Tan's expression was serious, and he ordered solemnly: "The spices prepared this time are very important. In recent days, you must not go near Qingfeng Tower again, and other people in the house must do the same."

Bai Tan has a kind personality and treats his servants with respect, rarely being so strict, Bai Sui and Wuyou immediately stopped playing around, agreed in unison, and then said the same to the other maids.

As for the servants in the mansion, Zhang Jinzhong was naturally in charge of the beating.

In the next few days, Bai Tan still locked himself in the room every day to develop spices. During this period, he only invited three or five friends to come to Baifu for a small gathering. He thanked Wei Jiao for the gift of "Zuo Zhuan Ji Zhu" and Zhang Yunbo's compilation of Confucianism. The famous classics were passed on to Jiang Ronghongyan, and they answered two or three times.

Jiang Rong’s letter stated that the roads in Shu are rugged, the terrain is steep, and the torrential rains since the beginning of autumn make the situation not optimistic. However, as the two expected, the disaster relief funds allocated by the imperial court have not arrived, and local officials have died. In addition, the officials who escorted the relief food filled their pockets, and hundreds of thousands of people in Shu were in danger.

Bai Tan pondered for a moment, took a few pea-sized, dark brown shriveled javanica guts, and put them in a small chicken heart-shaped sachet, and ordered Jiang Rong to take them back.

Brucea javanica is one of the herbal medicines. It is good at cooling blood and stopping bleeding. It can also remove blood stasis and regenerate. It is highly corrosive. People who practice martial arts will inevitably suffer from bruises. , Most of them have Brucea javanica.

In the land of Shu, the black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumped into the boat randomly.

After working hard for a day, looking around, the huts with bamboo fences have been washed away long ago, and there is no tile to cover them, and the victims in half-clothes are huddled together. There are wailing and wailing everywhere, and tears have not flowed out of their eyes. , was swept away by the wind and rain.

The soil of the mountain is soft, and after a short while, billowing sand crashes down. A land temple that is low on the mountainside and has been in disrepair for a long time rolled down first. The statue of the God of Earth happened to be wrapped in the brownish-yellow soil.

A white-haired old man leaning on crutches threw himself to the ground, hugged the statue of the Lord of the Land, wept bitterly, and shouted loudly: "How did this happen? Lord of the Land, I am incompetent, but please pity yours!" People, take back the divine power!"

Infected by the old man, more and more people knelt down, pinned their dim hopes on unknown gods, and kowtowed on the muddy ground.

Jiang Rong was wearing a bamboo hat, standing with his hands behind his back, looking at the noisy crowd with cold eyes, his thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, and his already slender figure was more conspicuous among a group of kneeling common people.

Someone asked in a crying voice: "Where did you come from, why don't you kneel?"

Jiang Rong glanced at him, staring at Lang Gu like an eagle, "Why do you kneel?"

The man's tone was sad and indignant, as if he wanted to vent all his anger that had no place to appeal to Jiang Rong, and he shouted loudly: "What an ignorant child, it is because of you people who do not respect and fear the gods of heaven and earth that you will be offended. God, send a flood as punishment!"

There are many echoes around.

Jiang Rong couldn't bear to hear that, stepped forward and kicked the statue of the land lord over, sneered: "It's just a clay sculpture, and it can't even protect itself. How ridiculous are you to expect it to protect you!"

The white-haired old man panicked and said, "My lord, be careful!"

Jiang Rong has practiced martial arts for many years, and his feet are so strong that the statue fell to pieces as soon as it hit the ground, and it was unknown where it was washed away by the rain.

The life-saving straw was ruthlessly destroyed, the last string in the mind was completely broken, the crowd cried out in despair, and shouted hysterically: "My life is over! My life is over!"

Some enraged youths stepped forward with red eyes to fight Jiang Rong, but before the shadow guard could make a move, they were thrown to the ground one after another.

One of them was dissatisfied, and wanted to stand up and continue. Jiang Rong stepped on his chest, standing tall, his voice shook the sky, and asked sharply: "In the face of a catastrophe, the homeland is not safe. Don't you just try to turn the tide?" What's the reason for messing around like ignorant and childish children? Let me ask you, why don't you let your life go, and scramble to find your own death?"

Shocked by his aura, the crowd did not dare to act rashly. Some scholars bowed their hands and saluted, and asked, "What is the way of life and what is the way of death? Please give me some guidance!"

Finally, a smart man came out, and Jiang Rong admired him: "Staying here is death, but clinging to the Lord is life!"

Everyone was surprised, looked at each other in blank dismay, and was shocked by his bold and presumptuous remarks.

A thunderbolt struck his head, Jiang Rong pulled out his sword and pointed at the sky, "Pearls and jade buy songs and laugh at the chaff to raise talents. The royal family has no virtue, and they put us in dire straits, why don't you let go and start an uprising , Qing Jun side, get rid of traitors!"

What he said was soul-stirring and deafening, and the victims whispered, and they had already begun to waver.

Seeing that the time had come, Jiang Rong took the last dose of strong medicine unhurriedly, "Besides, to be honest, this king is Jiang Rong, the son of Jiang Hongyi, king of Pingxi. Come to the rescue! You just follow me, if Jiang Rong has a bite to eat, he will never let the kings go hungry!"

Ten years ago, Pingxi King Jiang Hongyi was accused of collaborating with the enemy and treason. He colluded with Nanzhao on the Yunnan-Guizhou border, recruited troops, hoarded troops, and intended to shake the country's foundation.

But others may believe these words, but the people of Shu will never believe them.

Think about what kind of hero Pingxi Wang Jiang Hongyi is. He was known as a virtuous man when he was young. He was entrusted here 20 years ago. He is honest and honest, loves the people like a child, cares for the old and cherishes the young, and is highly praised among the ruling and opposition parties.

In the third year of Dehua, Jiang Hongyi once used his own strength to retreat [-] fine armor from the barbarians in the southwest. The name of "conquer" is well-deserved

Therefore, even though it has been a full ten years since the case of King Pingxi's treason, Jiang Hongyi still has an appeal that cannot be underestimated in the hearts of the people in Shu.

Someone with sharp eyes recognized the unique logo of Prince Pingxi's mansion on Jiang Rong's saber, and exclaimed: "It really is the orphan of the prince, I will be saved!" There was echoing, and everyone bowed down again, only this time it was directed at Jiang Rong. .

Jiang Rong stood alone in the wind and rain, with a smile of fulfillment on the corner of his mouth. Yuan Shaoping joined the tent a few days ago. With his full support and the shadow of his father Jiang Hongyi, the land of Shu is already in his pocket.

It's not in vain for him to abandon the rich and gentle hometown of Jingluo, and rush all the way here to fight the flood. What he got this time finally lived up to that person's expectations.

Jiang Rong's fingertips lightly touched the small light red sachet hidden in his waist, and his cold and deep eyes flashed a smile, softening the too cold and hard lines of his face.

Ulcers can only be eradicated when they have rotted to a certain extent. If you want to completely clean up warts and ulcers, iron and blood methods are not feasible.

Blindly removing putrefaction and regenerating muscle...

What an exquisite and well-intentioned descendant of the Bai family...

Turning the other day, Bai Tan woke up early in the morning and received a reply letter from the shadow guard, nothing else, a thin pink and white hibiscus paper with faintly visible patterns meticulously drawn on it, but there were only a few of them. More than one word.

He Dang altogether cuts the candles at the west window, but talks about the rain in Bashan.

Bai Tan silently stared at the hibiscus paper in his hand for a while.

Jiang Rong's handwriting has always been haunting, powerful and ferocious, but this time for some reason, it is very neat and tidy, painted with iron and silver hooks, floating in the phoenix, you can see how the writer listens to the wind and rain at night, how he sits quietly with a pen, and How to write carefully and slowly...

Full of deep yearning, it can be seen from this word.

Bai Sui came in with tea, and couldn't help being surprised when he saw Bai Tan's expression: "Master, you feel stuffy, why are you blushing? Why don't you open the window to let in some wind?"

What am I thinking about...

Bai Tan put down the Fu Rong paper pretending to be indifferent, coughed twice, "Alright."

Bai Sui pushed the window sash open, and put down the rolled silver gauze tied on top to prevent insects from flying in, then he came to Bai Tan, glanced at the table, and said curiously: "Hey, Isn't this "Night Rain Sending North" written by Ruan Qingsong?"

No wonder Jiang Rong knew this poem, it turned out to be Ruan Qingsong's contribution, Bai Tan couldn't help but feel tired, and said with a light smile: "Come on, he can't wait to take all the good things to himself, but it's a pity that those who can't wait to break it The bearded poets and poets have made wedding clothes for others for nothing."

Bai Sui was surprised when he heard this, he didn't quite understand, when he wanted to ask again, Bai Tan had already picked up a compendium of herbal medicine, and read it with great interest.

After a while, Bai Sui saw that he kept his eyes on a page for a long time, and said that he encountered some rare and rare thing, but he caught a glimpse of it by accident, but it was an ordinary "danggui".

It's weird...

The evening went and the court came, and it was time for the palace examination in a blink of an eye.

The three hundred tributes were neatly dressed, and they stood in two rows according to their rankings on the laurel list, and entered the palace through the Liangyi Gate.

The Tian family is majestic and majestic. There are guards patrolling back and forth from time to time. The atmosphere is very solemn. Everyone holds their breath, bows their heads, and carefully follows the instructions of the eunuch. It's like sifting chaff.

When I came to the Golden Luan Hall, I saw carved beams and painted buildings, resplendent and luxurious.

Really enjoy it, Bai Tan saw that the eaves and corners of the main hall were upturned, so ingenious, he took a second look, who knew that he didn't step on the steps firmly, his figure flickered, and he almost fell down.

At this moment, a young eunuch with a thin body and ordinary facial features appeared out of nowhere, holding Bai Tan firmly, and said in a low voice: "My lord, be careful."

A small ball of soft stuff was stuffed into the palm, Bai Tan's heart moved, and he smiled and said: "Thank you, little eunuch."

The little eunuch lowered his head, answered vaguely, and left quickly.

At this moment, there are so many people, Bai Tan has no time to look at the things in his hands, so he can only stuff them into his sleeves calmly.

In the Jinluan Hall stood civil servants and military generals, and the two sides were divided into left and right, with a clear distinction, just like a group of ants lining up a government office.

Jiang Guo's court attaches great importance to the selection of scholars through imperial examinations. The examinations for civil and military champions require the presence of all officials to witness together, but the real decision-making power is only those who stand at the pinnacle of power.

Jiang Hongduan's condition gradually worsened, and now it is very difficult to even speak, and it is impossible to participate in decision-making. It's just that on such an important occasion, it is not good to lose the king of a country. On the chair, let him listen to the government behind the curtain, at least to save the face of the royal family.

As a result, Jiang Hongduan's frightening panting sound echoed throughout the Golden Luan Hall.

When I was young, an old eunuch wearing a royal blue robe embroidered with cranes, wearing a peacock feather cap topped with jewels, and holding a dust whisk came out from behind the gauze tent, and said sharply: "The time has come, the palace examination has begun, and all the candidates are present. "

Three hundred people bowed respectfully and knelt down, shouting long live three times, and the whole palace echoed with uniform greetings.

Jiang Hongduan was out of energy, the crown prince Jiang Yu was sitting in front of the dragon chair, on the left side of the imperial case, and said with a loud smile: "You don't need to be too polite, you are full of economics, knowledgeable about the past and the present, it is the humerus of our Jiang country tomorrow, and the reliance of the country. Gathered here today , to show their talents, and let Gu and the other adults learn more, isn't it cheap for both?"

Bai Tan couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, peeking at Jiang Zhen, who was wearing an apricot-yellow court dress, with two dragons grabbing pearls and a purple gold crown on his head, looking majestic and personable.

In order to save time, the imperial examination only examines strategy theory. Jiang Yi exchanged a few words, then asked for an oracle, sighed, and said: "Jiang Kingdom seems to be prosperous and prosperous today, but in fact it has already been full of internal and external troubles. I dare to ask you , if the barbarians invade and the bandits disturb the border, how should we solve it?"

Everyone has a cup of tea to make preparations. When the time comes, Huiyuan Wei Jiao will answer the questions in turn. When the rankings are different, the pros and cons are also different, but usually No.1 and the last place are always at a disadvantage.

Because of No.1 people who have no reference comparison, sometimes even digress, or even digress without knowing it.And if the ranking is at the bottom, most of them have nothing to say, even if they open their mouths, it is easy to overlap with the content of the previous people.

Wei Jiao was not worried about this, stepped out of the queue, and answered loudly: "Wei Jiao, a grassroots citizen, I secretly think that the current plan requires strict laws, raising soldiers, and setting up military exploits..."

It is eye-catching, but most of the people today are wearing plain clothes, which look low-key in terms of color and style, but are actually exquisite and elegant.

Only Wei Jiao was dressed in red, flamboyant and unrestrained, and his essay was eloquent, five or six thousand words in length, and his words were sharp, and he swayed freely, causing the old scholars around the Imperial Academy to stroke their beards and nod their heads. The chief examiner was also full of praise.

Next, Zhang Yunbo stepped forward and responded calmly, with a calm demeanor: "Zhang Yunbo, a grassroots, I secretly think that governing a big country is like cooking a small dish. You must not be impatient, but take your time. The humble opinion of the grassroots can be gradually infiltrated from the following aspects, and finally Until the water drips through the stone..."

The Hanlin scholars showed appreciation, but their eyes were a little brighter than before. Another malleable talent came. If cultivated properly, given time, he will become a great tool.

From this point of view, Jiang Guo's rise is just around the corner.

The team slowly squirmed, and after more than half an hour, it was finally Ruan Qingsong's turn to appear. He cleared his throat, waved his arm lightly, and bowed to the end, "Ruan Qingsong, a grassroots, secretly believes that the foundation of a country lies in cultural education. Wisdom, if the young are rich, the country will be rich; if the young are strong, the country will be strong..."

This is a splendid article that he has just scratched his head and thought about it with all his heart. Liang Qichao's "Young China" has been slightly revised by himself in the limited time to make it more suitable for Jiang Guo's current situation.

Ruan Qingsong had enough confidence to rely on this article to get himself a title on the gold list, Jinshi and rank, and was even hand-picked as the number one scholar.

The more Ruan Qingsong thought about it, the more complacent he became, and his tone became more brisk. He was immersed in beautiful fantasies, but he didn't notice that the faces of the examiners and Hanlin scholars had changed, and they looked at him with suspicion and hostility.

Hehe, you're in a cocoon, the onlookers looked at Bai Tan amusedly, and subconsciously wanted to pinch a few preserved fruits or melon seeds to eat, but thinking of being in the palace, he could only give up in resentment.

Who would have thought that the little eunuch who had just supported Bai Tan suddenly raised his head from the crowd, stared at him with deep meaning in his eyes, and then moved away as if nothing had happened.

Bai Tan felt blessed, and with his right hand folded in front of him, he quietly probed into the sleeve of his left arm, and sure enough, he found a package of small and small things. He took it out between his fingers, and it turned out that it had been fried All peeled melon seeds.

Ah ah ah ah.Bai Tan was so happy that he wanted to jump up and down a few times. Jiang Rong was such a caring friend. He was worried that he would be bored, so he specially sent snacks to the palace. Except for him, few people noticed that Bai Tan liked to put something on his mouth when he was excited or excited. Chew something in your mouth, otherwise you will feel insecure.These were originally the bad habits of being starved out in the Sunshine Welfare Institute when I was young in my previous life.

Bai Tan usually restrained himself intentionally, so as not to let outsiders see it, it was difficult for Jiang Rong to observe so carefully.

Because everyone's attention was on Ruan Qingsong, Bai Tan pretended to cover his face and coughed lightly, quickly threw a dozen melon seeds into his mouth, and his sense of happiness suddenly rose.

After Ruan Qingsong finished reciting the last word, he waited for a while, but did not receive any amazed and admiring glances, but instead saw the heavy expressions of everyone frowning and saying nothing.

After a long time, one of the chief examiners, the oldest man with white beard and hair, stared at Ruan Qingsong with blazing eyes, and asked: "Imperial examination matters are of great importance, and they are related to the development of our Jiang country in the next few decades. I hope you be treated with caution.”

Ruan Qingsong didn't understand why, and said gently: "Sir, students should remember."

The old man shook his head, it is really a dead wood that cannot be carved.

Another impatient old Hanlin said directly: "Let me ask you, did you write that policy theory just now?"

Ruan Qingsong faintly felt that something was wrong, but couldn't find any clues, so he responded more cautiously: "Exactly."

Old Hanlin said again: "When did you do it?"

Ruan Qingsong's attitude is respectful: "The palace is strictly forbidden, people who go in and out must be carefully checked, and the palace examination has to be answered on the spot, so you can't copy it. Naturally, I just thought about it. Students are just eager to learn wisdom. From the brothers who came to take the imperial examination in front of you Taiwan, thinking of the strategy of rejuvenating the country, childish words, vulgar and vulgar, lucky enough to enter this elegant hall."

Old Hanlin snorted coldly: "I think your strategy is very elegant."

Ruan Qingsong felt that this was wrong, and replied with a little hesitation: "Student, I am ashamed."

"You should be ashamed, but it's not because of the article, but because of your own bad conduct, you actually plagiarized other people's works." The old man said sharply.

Ruan Qingsong turned pale with shock: "Mr. Mingjian, "Young China" is really a villain's clumsy work, why plagiarize?"

The word "China" has a very wide meaning in ancient times. It is not the name of a country that is generally recognized by later generations, but refers to the hinterland of the Central Plains. Because of Jiang's vast territory, the capital is located in the Yellow River Basin, so the name of this article will not be changed. make.

But the old man said: "In this way, I have wronged you, can't you? Heh, just to let you know that I have read this article a month ago, and except for a few details, the rest is almost the same as what you recited. two."

How can this be? ! "Young China" is a text he recited when he was in school in his previous life, because he used it many times when he was an Internet writer, and he remembered it verbatim in his mind over time. How could the Jiang people know it? The presence?

Panicked, Ruan Qingsong shouted indiscriminately, "No, it's impossible, I don't believe it, you must be wrong, or someone wants to frame me, right?!"

That old man is highly respected and highly respected in Jiang Guo's literary world, how could he be confronted face to face like this, and immediately said in a cold tone: "The old man is dying, and he will still lie to you, a little brat?"

Jiang Qin looked at the aggrieved and pitiful Ruan Qingsong, and said slowly: "Teacher, don't worry, maybe there is some misunderstanding in this?"

The old man who was honored as the Taifu smiled softly, "There is no misunderstanding, but I just want to seek fame and fortune, and I don't have the strength, so I am selfish! The other thing is nothing more, the most important thing for scholars is self-cultivation Lide, if there is a lack of virtue, even if you can wipe out thousands of troops with a pen and turn a stone into gold, you are just the number one literary thief in Tianzi, which is really insulting to gentlemen!"

Ruan Qingsong bit her lip and cried, "You're spewing blood!"

The Tai Tuo really didn't bother to talk to him, because he said: "If you don't believe me, just buy a volume of "Hui Zhen Ji" at the newly opened Mo He Zhai this morning."

Seeing that Ruan Qingsong still looked unrepentant, he couldn't help being disappointed, and said in a cold voice, "It just so happens that the owner of the study is here, why don't you confront him, and you can explain clearly what is right and what is wrong."

Things were getting more and more out of control, Ruan Qingsong suddenly felt a strong ominous feeling in his heart, and asked: "Who is the master of Mo Hezhai?"

Bai Tan walked forward like a leisurely stroll, and said with a smile, "It's me."

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Jiang Rong has already rebelled, and the story is coming to an end