Time flew by and it was the third day of the provincial examination in a blink of an eye.

Before dawn, there were people waiting at the gate of the Gongyuan. Gradually more and more people gathered, most of them dressed as servants.

The situation is the same as in previous years.

These servants didn't talk to each other, yawning and waiting in boredom.

Until Mao Shi, the whole style of painting changed suddenly.

A small maroon sedan with four lifts and a silver top slowly approached the gate of Gongyuan.

When these servants from various families saw clearly, their expressions suddenly changed, and their backs involuntarily bent a bit.

The four-person silver-topped sedan chair is used in the capital, which means that the people in the sedan chair are at least high-ranking officials of the third rank!

When the people in the sedan came down, the pupils of these servants shrank.

Golden pheasant tonic, gold and rhodium flower belt.

This is the regular uniform style of a second-rank official!

Looking at the face again, it turns out that it is Zhou Zhun, the official minister.

Not only is he a second-rank official, he is also the official of the six departments, also known as the Heavenly Official!

It's just...what is Zhou Shangshu doing at the gate of Gongyuan?

I haven’t heard that any of his descendants took part in the provincial examination...

wrong.

Even if there is a future nephew who takes part in the provincial examination and is a dignified minister, he will not come here to pick him up in person, right?

All the servants were confused, but they could only keep their curiosity in their hearts.

But it wasn't over yet, just a moment later, two more small sedans with four carriages came over side by side.

They are the Minister of Rites and the Minister of Hubu...

The gate of Gongyuan, which was originally quiet, now became even more audible.

"Master Zhou?"

As soon as the two ministers got off the sedan, they saw Zhou Zhun looking at them with a puzzled look on his face.

"Master Chen, Master Jiang."

Zhou Zhun cupped his hands and asked tentatively: "You two are here. Could it be that there are younger people in your family who are taking the exam?"

"Uh, ah haha... Exactly, exactly."

"There's nothing going on at the Yamen. Come out and get some fresh air..."

The two spoke vaguely.

Seeing the artificial looks of the two of them, Zhou Zhun understood immediately and said angrily: "Okay, what are you covering up? I'm here also for little Shijun."

"Oh? Why did Mr. Zhou say this?"

Chen Huaiping, the Minister of Rites, still pretended to be dumbfounded.

"Hey, are you still pretending?"

Zhou Zhun sneered disdainfully, "The heroic spirit of the ancestors reappeared the day before yesterday. No one else knows who did it. You and I attended the wedding banquet of Duke Dingguo, how can we not guess it?"

"Well...this vision has blessed Zhongzhou, so I should make some friends with him."

Chen Huaiping's thoughts were exposed, and he pulled his long beard with some embarrassment, "I thought I was the only one who would come so early, but I never expected to meet you two."

"snort."

Jiang Han, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, snorted coldly and said with a stern face: "How can you, two dignified ministers, neglect your official duties for such a thing? Leave as soon as possible!"

At this time, the two ministers of the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Rites were stunned.

"Is it possible...you really came out for some air?" Zhou Zhun asked in surprise.

"of course not."

"Then why are you here?"

Chen Huaiping was very curious.

Jiang Han raised his chin and said sternly: "Just like you."

Zhou Zhun: "..."

Chen Huaiping: "..."

While the three of them were talking, four or five more small sedans descended.

Without exception, they were all dignitaries who had attended the wedding banquet of Duke Dingguo.

As soon as these people saw each other, they all felt embarrassed that their thoughts were being guessed.

However, soon, as more and more people got off the sedan chair, this embarrassment disappeared.

When you say hello again, it becomes "Mr.

The content of the conversation also began to revolve around Su Ping.

"Do you think Xiao Shijun will be the first to pay tribute to the hospital?"

"This... Xiao Shijun's poetic talent is unparalleled, but after all, the imperial examination still has classic meaning and policy theory..."

"Then why are you here so early?"

"Forehead……"

"I guess Xiao Shijun will not only be the first to come out, but also the first to hand in the paper."

"How can I see it?"

"Imagine that when the vision appeared, how long had it been since the courtyard was locked?"

"That makes sense..."

Wen Daoyuan arrived not too late, but did not show his whereabouts and participate in everyone's discussion.

But at this time, his face was dark, and he was obviously not in a good mood.

"Why are you always making excuses? I owe you...it's like I'm sorry for you."

Yin Dongqiu muttered angrily.

"Tell me, what are you here for?"

Wen Daoyuan stared at Yin Dongqiu coldly.

"Aren't I afraid that you will be lonely alone..."

Yin Dongqiu's eyes drifted upward.

"roll!"

Wen Daoyuan grabbed Yin Dongqiu's collar: "Tell me, are you still thinking of accepting a disciple?"

He was not worried at all with so many dignitaries present.

Firstly, most of these people just want to make friends and have no intention of accepting disciples.

Even if there were some of them who wanted to take on disciples, they couldn't compete with him, a semi-saint of the Eighth Realm.

Only Yin Dongqiu is a threat.

The Seventh Level of Martial Arts...that power is so obvious that few men can't resist it.

Yin Dongqiu pushed back: "Why, you are allowed to accept disciples, but I am not allowed to accept them?"

Wen Daoyuan was furious, "I am a good Confucian and Taoist young man, what do you care about a martial artist?"

"I said, can you stop being so angry?"

Yin Dongqiu was a little depressed, "If it really doesn't work, we can just accept disciples together. No one stipulates that you can't practice both Confucianism and Wushu..."

"Fuck your motherfucker!"

Wen Daoyuan cursed with a dark face, "You don't know what martial arts is like? Do you want to kill him?"

"...As long as I'm here, it's actually not that dangerous..."

Yin Dongqiu's voice suddenly became much weaker.

"Oh, don't say this to me."

Wen Daoyuan suddenly let go of Yin Dongqiu's collar and helped him straighten it with a smile: "Your Majesty has also paid attention to this boy, and the last few oral instructions have the shadow of Yuan Jiufeng. Guess, these two

Will you be allowed to bring Su Ping into martial arts?"

"..."

Yin Dongqiu was speechless.

He didn't have to give Yuan Jiufeng face, but he had to abide by Emperor Yongtai's words.
To be continued...