Although he knew that he would definitely be the next one, Gao Yue still wanted to take a look.

The bells and drums sounded and the golden list made of yellow paper was sent from the capital of the Southern Province to the South Courtyard. Then, amid a burst of exclamations, it was thrown from the outer wall of the east wall and presented to everyone.

"This is the Thousand Buddhas' Sutra!" Many of the failed candidates knelt down and worshiped the golden list through the fence.

More specialists began to beat drums and drums, writing the names of the twenty-two Jinshis on the list on Nijin's posts, and starting to send them to the residence where the Juzi lived and even his distant hometown. This is the "Nijin Xixin".

An came to the door and rode in a row, and soon Gao Yue heard someone shouting, "We are indeed here!"

When he saw that it was Zhu Sui, Wang Biao, the army and others who were riding on a tall horse, were all proud of their youth. Their fans were chirping and expressing their congratulations. Wang Biao waved his hand on the horse's back and shouted, "Take the Nijinxi Credit with a fast horse day and night to my father-in-law's town! Since Ziqing came to the west, my father-in-law said that if he was a son-in-law in high school, he would hold a wedding banquet of 200,000 yuan."

"Here!" Everyone took the order, rushed to spread their feet and crawled to report the good news.

Zhu Sui, the son of Zhu Tao, the governor of Youzhou, was not willing to be outdone. He told Changsui around him, "Put it directly on the yellow paper that I reported the good news and sent it to Youzhou to let my father know!"

In order to flatter Zhu Sui, Yuan Tongzhi next to him sang a couplet, "Congratulations to Mr. Hui, as the saying goes - one thousand miles away, look at the scenery of the country; one hundred thousand troops will show the spring scenery of Chang'an!"

Zhu Sui laughed to the sky, feeling unspeakable, "Pan Lishi's list is very good, and he has won all the heroes of dragons and tigers."

Then several people saw Gao Yue standing under the big tree in the outer wall, and looked at each other again, laughed, and prepared to ride a horse to mock Gao Yue.

Gao Yue held the tree trunk and was about to fight back against the group of playboys, but a scream came from over there, "The Jinshi Order is here!"

Then the sound of gongs and drums shook the earth. Gao Yue only saw that Wang Tuantuan, Yang Miaoer, Song Zhuzhu, Su Wunu, Chu Niang and other men and women from Pingkangfang, as well as many unemployed vagrants in Chang'an City, gathered, holding banners and flags, holding Buddha's teeth, Bodhisattvas, pastries, tea and wine, blowing and beating, and rushed towards the South Court of the Ministry of Rites.

Wang Tuantuan in the team shouted congratulations and winked at Gao Yue - meaning you should leave quickly, so as not to be entangled by this group of people.

It turned out that what Yang Miaoer said to him before was that after the annual report was released, prostitutes and vagrants gathered in Chang'an City to organize various thanks, visits and banquets for the newly promoted Jinshi. It was similar to the "one-stop performance team for joy and funerals" in later generations. Yang Miaoer and other Pingkangfang naturally had to participate.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Gao Yue hurriedly left from the South Courtyard, ran all the way to the edge of the wooden robe that came to the door, and still breathed with his waist on his waist.

"Gao Yisong." He then heard the voice.

In the corner outside the door, the sound was shouted by Zheng Zhi, who was standing there. He stood there, with a lot of snow falling on his head and shoulders. It seemed that he had been standing there for a long time. He probably wanted to come in and watch the list, but he was proud and was in a dilemma.

Gao Yue looked at him and suddenly felt funny, but he didn't laugh, because he always felt that as soon as Zheng Zhi stood there, he seemed to hear the bgm of "Yi Jian Mei".

So Gao Yue bowed to him and asked him how he would prepare for the next time.

Zheng Zhi looked at the clouds layered with lead gray layered in the sky and regained his arrogance. He said to Gao Yue, "You are afraid you will have to stay in the Imperial College for a year, and I will go to Zhongnan Mountain to concentrate on taking a class and preparing for the next year. So Gao Yisong is here to leave. I hope that your poetry and essay studies will improve in the coming year."

Gao Yue then made a suggestion, "Zhongnan Mountain is not far from Chang'an City. Since you are there to take a refresher, why not just form a shed with us and you can be the head of this shed."

It seems that Gao Yue is now obsessed with uniting people to "build a shed".

Zheng Zi became angry, "It's not impossible to study together, but building sanctuaries is to fight each other, driving to the royal palace and making noises. Zheng disdains to do this, and birds and beasts should not be in the same group, so let's leave it."

Then Zheng Zhi turned around and left. Gao Yue was about to say something. He was already riding the donkey and hurried towards Shengyefang.

"What's the arrogance? Little Bourgeois's habit!" Gao Yue waved his hand angrily.

"After this time, Gao Langjun should know some tricks about tribute, right?"

These words scared Gao Yue to look back again.

I saw the old man stroked his beard, still taking off his hat, still the old cloak, standing next to the door at some point, and smiling to himself.

"I'm a little confused. If I don't enter this imperial examination venue, there should be a wider world waiting for me to explore." Gao Yue's mood is indeed a bit contradictory:

He could continue to review for one year and prepare for the tribute in the thirteenth year of the Dali period;

He can also give up the Jinshi subject and take the Mingjing subject with a higher admission rate;

He can also completely get rid of his status as a student and work in business, agriculture and other professions to support himself.

Anyway, that Anna can't even find a ghost now, so he can only follow the local customs and live in the Tang Dynasty.

The old man did not directly answer Gao Yue's words. He slowly walked under a big elm tree. Looking up, Gao Yue also looked with him. He saw green buds emerging from the branches and leaves of the dead winter cables on the canopy. The birds on it jumped around and made crisp screams.

"The magpies on this tree are all called Lingmai. Every year, many people come to this tree to worship and offer them with grain. I hope that on the day the list is released, the roar of these magpies will bring them good luck. So Lingmai don't go anywhere, just staying on this tree next to the gate of the imperial city, with no worries about food and clothing, and no fear of all seasons. I send off one batch after another, and welcoming a group of groups. Gao Langjun is very strange. The imperial city is called Lingmai, and no one hurts them. There are more than tens of millions of magpies in various villages, but they are threatened by a net of bullets every day. Magpie and magpies are just because of the different branches of the perch, but their fates are so different. People are like this!"

When Gao Yue heard the old man's words, he couldn't help but frown and fell into thought.

Then the old man raised his finger at him, "Mr. Gao Lang, you are wearing mahjong now, you are a scholar, and you will be a minister in the future. I will answer me, what is the difference between a scholar and a minister?"

Gao Yue immediately replied, "It's an individual."

"That's right, it's just a person. I think you can understand this year." The old man laughed, then walked straight into the door with the snow, leaving only Gao Yue standing alone under the elm tree.

"If you miss someone, it should mean that things are done by others." Gao Yue woke up.

Then he suddenly remembered that he and the maid Zhihui had an agreement with the "Xixi Xiaohaichi"!

It happened that he didn't want to go back to the Imperial College, and the Taixue Pavilion was so sad that Liu De's heart was ashamed, and he went to Zhang Tan's funeral; the Wei Duke was ashamed of his heart, mourning his bad fate; Yang Xi was still as stupid as a wooden chicken, staying in the room day and night to copy Buddhist scriptures; the rest of you would just sit opposite each other, or cry in the corner.
Chapter completed!