Yanjing, as the capital of Zhili Province, is also located in the city. The Gongyuan, the Chongwenmen, the southeast gate, brought prosperity to the alley neighbors near Gongyuan, including Bitong Hutong, Carp Hutong, Donkey Hoist Hutong, Toutiao, Ertiao, Santiao, etc.

The central building of the Gongyuan is from the outside to the inside with the "Open Astronomy" gate, the inner dragon gate, the Mingyuan Tower, the Zhigongtang, the Feihong Bridge, the inner curtain door, the Jukui Pavilion, and the Huijing Hall.

The house is located on the east and west sides of the second entrance, and there is a lookout building at the four corners. The chief examiner and deputy chief examiner have sat at the inner curtain door since he was appointed to take office. The examiner is strictly prohibited from meeting students before the exam.

A hand stove filled with coal, candlesticks for lighting candles, pens, ink, paper, ink, water, food, tables, chairs, and beds, nothing else, and the dim candlelight filled the narrow space. This is a room in a row of houses on the east side of the second gate. Jia Cong looked around, shook his head, and stabilized his mind.

The situation of the other 10,000 candidates is probably similar to that of Jia Cong. Of course, the imperial examination represents fame and wealth. For the sake of wealth, some candidates are not afraid of death. They have secretly visited relevant examiners before the exam, or racked their brains to conceal the search and carry them, or bought questions. The hidden rules are also interesting.

On the evening of the eighth day of August, Jia Cong finished push-ups, and the veteran who was monitoring him occasionally looked in from the window and patrolled back and forth. This kind of surveillance was like someone else's surveillance installed in the bedroom, which was very uncomfortable. However, Jia Cong was very patient. After sweating profusely, he poured water and wiped his face, and fell asleep as if no one was around.

The veteran was fully armoured and exclaimed: "Isn't this a literary examination? I feel like this young man treated it as a martial arts examination... I just heard the transcriptionist of the inner curtain door ask me, saying that this is a prodigy... It's so fucking envious. We are not as glorious as a scholar on the battlefield... What kind of world..."

In the early month of the eighth month of August, the east mountain was hanging slanted, and the orange light shone down. When he came in from the wooden window, he looked like fairy Chang'e's silk gauze. Jia Cong, who was swaying on the straw mat, was slightly intoxicated: "Jia Zhen and Jia Rong died of the underworld. According to the report he saw from the second uncle and Teacher Qin... At that time, Wang Xifeng discussed with them that there must be a memorial..."

"So, what will Wang Xifeng do? With that woman's temperament and strength, I'm afraid I won't let me go easily, my brother-in-law... It's not quiet outside, and the family is not quiet..."

"But, at least this identity is not bad. Compared with the ancient civilians, fallen people, and slaves I have seen and heard... I am really lucky. The tragedy of the Twelve Beauties is also very happy than those who are suffering... Take one step at a time and adapt to the situation. If Wang Xifeng kills me, don't blame me for not giving face in the future..."

Unlike most candidates who guess questions, nervousness and anxiety, Jia Cong was like a game, but he thought more and more practically. The plans after the provincial examination, Prince Yu's shadow, how to deal with the people in his family, etc.

No one can understand the loneliness and some hesitation at this time. Everyone has their own thoughts and cannot say things. No more educated rural boys will think of their family property and the gap between their parents when they dream at midnight. These things can only belong to them forever.

"Do!Do!Do!"

The morning light on the ninth day of the eighth month is just dew, the autumn wind is slightly cold, and the bells of Mingyuan Tower ring through the entire tribute courtyard.

On the tower of Mingyuan, Dong Anguo, a third-rank civil servant who was two levels higher than the general prefect, had a big red peacock patch, warmed his ears, and ordered: "Lock the courtyard, surround the thorns, and pass on the title."

The supervisor gave the order, and the order was conveyed layer by layer, unimpededly into the ears of every officer and soldier in line. The guards locked the five-open gate, and thorns more than one meter high surrounded the troop. More than a dozen men carried the emperor's personal questions in batches and patrolled the troop windows, orderly and orderly.

The Wenchang Locust tree on the east side of the second entrance covers the sky and the sun is lush and lush. It is located in the east. It is twisted and ancient and vicissitudes of life. It is left from the Yuan Dynasty, but the branches and leaves extend far from the west. They all reach the window of Jia Cong's house. Many people approach the leaves of Wenchang Locust and feel comforted. The light of Wenguang is shining at the bullfighting, and the blessing of Wenchang Locust.

Jia Cong paid attention to eye care, combined with work and rest, often did eye exercises, but was not myopic. He glanced at the shaking bulletin board with his eyes straight and saw the question clearly:

The title of the first four books in the provincial examination: "All of them are elegant words. Ye Gong". It comes from the end of Chapter 15 of "The Analects of Confucius, Shuer" and the beginning of Chapter 16. This is a "interpretation question" with the preface but not the latter.

The poem "How many towers and towers are in the mist and rain, the word "rain" is obtained." It comes from Du Mu's poem.

The veteran brought in red grid paper, draft paper, and clipping questions were the most difficult questions in the four books. If you solve the questions, you can stump the candidates for a long time because these two sentences have nothing to do with each other, so you have to find a way to connect them.

Even if he even practiced a lot of similar interrogation questions, if he wanted to perform well and write the best in his mind, it was not as simple as eating and drinking water for Jia Cong. He felt it was a bit tricky, but he resisted the urge to curse the emperor and curse the eight-legged essay.

He was not troubled by the test post.

With a "creaking" sound, the veteran closed the door and locked the door. Jia Cong's brain that fused the two souls quickly turned. Zhu Xi gathered the notes, accumulated in his previous life and rolled in.

The hand stove filled with coal warmly dissipates heat under the table, drinks water, eats cakes, and replenishes nutrition. Jia Cong vaguely remembers that he had seen sample essays on the same topic in literary and historical books in his previous life, but he could not remember the logs clearly as they were. Fortunately, he had a general idea.

...

There is a Feihong Bridge to the north of the court. At this moment, Zhili’s provincial examination was under heavy control. The examiner could not leave and the candidates could not enter.

In the Huijing Hall inside the inner curtain door, more than a dozen officials had already knelt down, kowtowed, burned incense, washed their hands, and watched with them. Yu Chenglong accompanied the examiner Yu Chenglong to sacredly disassemble the questions. After finishing the procedures, he was so bored that several old men who were good at studying the eight-legged essay were talking back and forth.

Jia Cong, who is the most popular, often mentioned it from them, but the frequency of mentioning Jia Cong is not the most frequent. After all, Jia Cong is still young, and the second is that the provincial examination is not a county court. How many child prodigy? The amazing and beautiful candidates return here. It is very common for life. The candidate base is large and the admission rate is low, so this is destined to happen.

After chatting for a while, the room officer Qian Xihong made an excuse to show respect and slowly walked to the corridor outside a room with old steps. The copyist who had made an appointment came over to meet, bowed his head and bowed: "Mr. Qian, I wonder what's the matter to tell the younger one?"

"Um..." Qian Xihong helped him up: "Xiao Li, don't be a fool. You are the clerk of my yamen. It is your relative who gave you this opportunity. After three provincial examinations, you must find Jia Cong's ink scroll, copy the red scroll personally, and number it to the corners of the red scroll "2221". Then I will know that the red scroll belongs to him. Do you know?"

Li Tengdu looked around and was frightened: "Sir, the fraud in the provincial examination is a must-behead. A small clerk is not enough to behead the whole family..."

"Who said that cheating? How do you know I want to cheat?" Qian Xihong glared and said, "This is Wang Ziteng's niece who was ordered by me. I will make the decision. Do you want that girl from Jinxiangyuan? When Lao Ma, a colleague from Dongcheng, I will ask for permission to waive you the money that Xiaole borrowed. Don't you want to go to the western suburbs? I sent a yamen runner to take action, and a member of the staff will also cheat... If you don't know the truth, I will offend the Wang Zheng. Will I have good results?"
Chapter completed!