The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Wang Hua looked to the east, and a white sun appeared from the top of the wall.

At 1:00 pm, the auspicious time for posting the list has arrived.

"Post the list."

As soon as these words came out, the scholars in front of the Imperial Examination Hall seemed to explode, and there were exclamations.

Hundreds of eyes gathered on the wall of the Imperial Examination Hall.

Chapter 1 List, the top three list.

Starting from the 250th place, 30 fewer people were admitted than three years ago!

Three years ago, it started from the 280th place.

The scholars looked stunned, and their hearts suddenly sank. They dared not look at the names on the list, for fear that their own names would not be on the list.

Yan Song's eyes were tightly screwed together, for fear of seeing his own name.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat!

No. 184: Yan...

Yan Ruhui.

He was startled.

There were exclamations around, like waves one after another.

A scholar shouted frantically, I got it!

Some people also began to cry like ghosts and wolves, hugging strangers and crying bitterly, and in the blink of an eye they became close friends.

Wang Hua sighed. This was the case every time the list was posted. Some people had taken the exam for ten years but still failed, so crying was human nature.

"Post both lists."

The yamen runners pasted the two lists on the wall.

Suddenly, the heartbeats of the scholars slowed down, and they held their breath and secretly looked up from the bottom of the list.

They didn't care who was the champion, anyway, it wasn't them.

Zhan Ruoshui took a deep breath, looked at the names on the list, and said stupidly: "I'm not the champion."

Everyone's eyes fell on the first list.

The first list:

Tenth place, Wang Pengju.

Ninth place, Xie Shouhua.

Eighth place, Yao Zijun.

...

Fifth place, Feng Shizhong.

Fourth place, Zhan Ruoshui.

Third place, Gu Dingchen.

Second place, Yang Shen.

First place.

Yan Song!

Yang Shen and Gu Dingchen were stunned, staring at the name on the list.

It was Yan Song again...

Yan Song took a step closer, pointed at the top two words, and patted the scholar next to him: "Brother, are these two words Yan Song?"

"It's not you, why do you care what it is." The scholar said impatiently.

Yan Song was anxious and shouted loudly: "I am Yan Song, please help me check, are these two words Yan Song?"

Damn, I failed the exam, and you won the first place and still asked me to help you? Do you still have humanity? The scholar was so angry that he hit his head against the wall.

However, not many people cared. Some of the people who failed the exam jumped into the river, some took poison, and some went crazy.

What's the big deal about hitting the wall?

Zhan Ruoshui looked at Yan Song and was full of admiration: "Congratulations, Brother Yan, you have won another first place."

Yan Song couldn't believe it. He staggered back a step. In order to repay the kindness of Master Yan, he turned a deaf ear to the outside world and read Wang Hua and Zhang Sheng's annotations day and night.

God rewards hard work!

...

In the Yan Mansion,

Yan Chengjin was writing a letter to send to his father.

Li Qing'e was quietly grinding ink on the side.

He Neng ran over happily: "Master, Yan Song is here again. He said he won the first place in the imperial examination and wanted to become your disciple."

That was the first place in the imperial examination. This person won two first places.

Three first places and the first place, just like the young master!

Yan Chengjin didn't even raise his head: "No."

The more talented a person is, the more he will be bound by the framework of the eight-part essay.

So, people like Li Dongyang and Yang Shen didn't rank very well in the imperial examination.

Li Qing'e was slightly shocked in her eyes, but she didn't ask.

He Neng ran out angrily to pass the message.

This scholar is really pitiful. It is better to worship any master than the young master.

"My young master said that he does not accept disciples. Go away and don't come again."

Yan Song was secretly moved in his heart. There were no less than ten ministers who wanted to recruit him, but only Lord Yan avoided him.

Lord Yan is really a clean stream!

He was more determined to worship Yan Chengjin in order to repay the favor of clearing evidence and taking care of his father.

"In ancient times, Liu Bei visited the thatched cottage three times, and the students will come again."

...

Chengxian Street, Huimin Pharmacy.

A handsome scholar was evasive, as if he had done something wrong. He eagerly squeezed through the crowd and walked to the front.

The people in the queue behind cursed, and the yamen officer stretched out his hand to stop him.

The scholar yelled like crazy: "Don't touch me, this disease... this disease is contagious, I want to see Doctor Wang!"

The gentry and the people did not avoid him at all, but cursed him, who are you fooling? He wants to jump the queue, and he said it so high-soundingly!

"He just wants to jump the queue, catch him quickly!"

The yamen officers grabbed the scholar's left and right hands, lifted him up like a dead pig, and threw him out.

The scholar was anxious and pulled open his clothes on his chest: "I... I am really sick!"

Seeing the scarlet on his body, the gentry and the people melted away quickly when they touched the hot soup.

Wang Ji heard the noise and walked out of Huimin Pharmacy.

"Doctor Wang, don't come over, this disease is unusual and really contagious. If it can't be cured, I will... I will jump into the river and never hurt anyone." The scholar cried.

Wang Ji put on a muzzle and sheep intestine gloves, and then slowly approached.

Suddenly, his face changed drastically and he took a step back unconsciously.

…

Fengtian Hall, morning court.

Emperor Hongzhi's eyelids twitched slightly.

In the hall, more than 30 officials were missing all of a sudden, and he was furious: "Don't they know that the palace examination is going to be held today?"

Yan Chengjin also felt strange. More than half of the officials were missing. Was this... a collective strike?

But Han Wen and Wei Shen didn't come, not to mention Zhang Sheng.

The palace examination is coming soon, and the Ministry of Rites needs to preside over it. Zhang Sheng should know this.

Xiao Jing lowered his head and whispered: "Your Majesty, everyone has taken leave, saying that they are sick."

"Send Huang Yuyi to take a look, the palace examination cannot be delayed."

Xiao Jing said: "Huang Yu... The imperial physician also said that he was infected with a strange disease."

Liu Jian's face changed for nothing: "Is there a big epidemic in the capital?"

Yan Chengjin hurriedly put on a muzzle. If an epidemic breaks out, countless people will die.

Could it be that the Black Death has spread to the Ming Dynasty?

Emperor Hongzhi looked solemn and looked at Xiao Jing: "Prepare a set of clothes, I will go out of the palace to visit Han Qing's family and Zhang Qing's family."

Han Wen is in charge of the national treasury. The court is now spending a lot of money and cannot be slack.

Zhang Sheng will preside over the palace examination, and there are only eight days left.

Yan Chengjin thought about it carefully: "No, if half of the officials in the court can be infected, maybe your majesty can be infected too. Why not let Wang Ji go and take a look first?"

"I second the proposal!"

Liu Jian nodded.

...

Zhang Mansion,

A dozen servants gathered outside a quiet bedroom, as if there was something terrible in the house and they dared not approach.

After the master fell ill, the maid who did the laundry also got sick, as well as the lady.

The housekeeper hurriedly shouted worriedly: "Master, Doctor Wang is here."

A weak voice came from the room: "Let him in."

Wang Ji walked into the room carrying a medicine box. Zhang Sheng was only wearing underwear and looked haggard: "Doctor Wang, stay away from me."

"It's okay, Master Zhang, take off your clothes and I'll take a look."

With a puff.

Zhang Sheng took off all his clothes and stood in the white light in front of the window.

Wang Ji's pupils shrank suddenly, and they were the same as the scholar's.

"Doctor Wang, is there any solution?" Zhang Sheng asked anxiously: "The palace examination is coming soon, and I need to preside over it in front of the emperor, but I am afraid that it will be reported to His Majesty, so I dare not enter the palace."

Wang Ji pondered for a moment, "Students will enter the palace first."

There is another chapter in the plan, but it will be late, please vote~Bow, thank you everyone!