Author: No word

Yuesheng Teahouse is very lively. At present, so many people are waiting for the release of the results. Lin Ting is the only one in high school. In addition, he is the son of the Imperial College Priest, so he can naturally get different attention from others.

"Brother Lin, you are not allowed to visit the Imperial College today. You can only find another opportunity in the future and say goodbye."

Zhang Zhou offered to leave at the right time.

This group of people are classmates or friends, and they wait for the results to be released together. He is always an outsider, so there is no need to join in the fun of this kind.

Lin Ting said proudly with a look of spring breeze: "Bingkuan, you don't have to leave. Isn't it good to stay here when the results are released? Let's talk about it, and there are also poetry matters..."

Obviously, Lin Ting wanted to ask who made his sister famous "Huanxisha".

Zhang Zhou smiled and said, "I am not permanently resident in the Imperial College, and the news after I passed the list will not be sent here. I won't bother you here and say goodbye."

In addition to Lin Ting's brother and sister, it seems that others can't get along with Zhang Zhou, mainly because Zhang Zhou's identity and status are too intimidating now.

But no one has ever cursed Zhang Zhou.

I can only say that they... don't know what Zhang Zhou can bring to an ordinary person.

Or they think they can wait for the results to be released later, and there is no need to curry favor with anyone.

...

...

Zhang Zhou went downstairs and Lin Ting personally saw him off.

After seeing Zhang Zhou leave in the carriage, Lin Ting turned around and had the intention to greet the person who came to report his good news.

"Mr. Lin, you will definitely win the Grand Prix in the Palace Exam."

The person who came to Shuntian Mansion to announce the good news was saying beautiful words.

There were people who had already gone in and notified the Lin family's mansion and brought the rewards to him. A group of people greeted him.

After hello, Lin Ting did not forget that there were people who were waiting for the results with him. He returned to the upper floor to continue waiting with them, but now the topic is basically about Lin Ting's tribute.

"...Zhang Bingkuan is the same. He is waiting here, can he insult him?"

Finally, some people couldn't help but criticize Zhang Zhou.

Lin Ting said: "Bingkuan is right. He has a mansion in the capital. If the yamen wants to send good news, he will also send it directly to the mansion."

This is a bit hurtful.

Both are juren.

Zhang Zhou could settle down in the capital, and even they had to live in the dormitory of the Imperial College, they had to squeeze in with others. Some of them could not settle down in the city with their families, so they could only arrange their wives and children to the residential areas outside the city. The treatment was very different.

"Who can let others do things?"

Someone spoke with a sour jealousy.

Some people also said: "Since he is a alchemist, he is no longer a literati. He knows that even if he waits for the results, he will not be able to wait for the results. Therefore, he came to Beiyong today. I am afraid that it is not an ulterior motive. It is related to the previous selection of tributes!"

"In this world, there is still talent, so it's better to make progress on your own."

Even if he is not scolding Zhang Zhou, it is actually similar to public criticism.

Look at you, Mr. Zhang, who failed the Jinshi exam, and you will go to the Imperial College on the day of the release date. It must be because you passed the tribute selection and you want to use tribute to enter the court.

It’s all polite to say that you don’t have talent.

The speaker is unintentional, and the listener Lin Ting is intentional.

Lin Ting thought to himself: "My father said that Bingkuan was the first in the tribute selection and wanted to enter the officialdom with this. Could it be that he knew that he had not had the opportunity to be a Jinshi? He would come for this on such a special day when the results were released?"

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...

Before the Lin brother and sister could wait until the end, they were called back by Lin Han.

Lin Ting was a Jinshi, so he should have told Lin Han about the good news earlier.

However, after the brother and sister arrived at the official office where Lin Han lived after the Imperial College, they did not see Lin Han himself, and were told that Lin Han was meeting the people from the Ministry of Rites.

"In this examination, more than 70 students of Beiyong Imperial College were won by students. The Ministry of Rites sent people to commend Mr. Lin's achievements in his academic studies. Mr. Lin, you will be a minister in the same court as Mr. Lin in the future!"

Anyone who sees Lin Ting will congratulate him.

Lin Ting took his sister to the courtyard where his father received the guests. He happened to meet someone from the Ministry of Rites. When Lin Ting came over, he heard several scholars from the Imperial College and others discussing: "...Huiyuan comes from Beiyong, which can be regarded as a success for Beiyong. I don't know if the top scorer in the undergraduate degree can also come from Beiyong."

"Uh-huh!"

Lin Han seemed unhappy after hearing this. Clearing his throat meant to shut up these people.

no way.

Zhang Zhou, who was in the Imperial College for this year, had a student status in the Imperial College, but he did not receive any teachings from Lin Han for a day, let alone the festival between him and Zhang Zhou.

He had made a bet with Zhang Zhou before that he did not lose in terms of academic knowledge, but he lost his dignity and old face.

"Father."

Lin Ting hurriedly chased after him and greeted his father with a smile.

When Lin Han saw his son, his mood immediately improved a lot. His son became a tribute scholar and he was about to be a Jinshi. Lin Han wanted to be proud.

Look... I can not only teach students, but my son can also teach. Wouldn't he teach a Jinshi?

When Liu Shun saw Lin Ting coming, he naturally had to flatter Lin Han in front of his colleagues in the Imperial College and congratulate him: "Old Lin, you are really prominent in your family. All three generations of Jinshi are honorable."

Lin Han's father, Lin Liu, was a Jinshi during the Yongle period. Lin Han had nine sons, and Lin Ting was the third person in the family to pass the Jinshi.

Lin Han's youngest son Lin Tingji passed the Jinshi in the 14th year of Jiajing, and Lin Ting's son Lin Xuan passed the Jinshi in the 9th year of Zhengde...

The Lin Han family became the "Five Secretaries of the Three Dynasties, Seven Certificates and Eight Jinshi".

"Okay, okay." Lin Han was also very proud, stroked his beard and was very pleased that his son passed the imperial examination. "Still work hard during the palace examination and he must be an honest official after entering the court."

Lin Ting bowed and said, "Abide by my father's teachings. I don't know who the Huiyuan of this year is?"

The smile on Lin Han's face suddenly froze.

You ignorant boy, you just praised you for a few words and started flying into the sky. Isn’t this a pot that doesn’t open to pick up?

Lin Ting and Lin Yi were both puzzled. Didn’t Huiyuan come from Beiyong, and the Ministry of Rites specially sent someone to commend his father’s achievements in academic research? Why did his father mention Huiyuan with this expression?

"Yeah. Go in."

Lin Han didn't want to say anything more, so he turned around and walked into the yard.

All the officials of the Imperial College followed in the country.

Lin Ting wanted to ask questions, but Liu Shun came over and grabbed him and whispered: "Don't ask, it's Zhang Zhou. Ling Zun doesn't want to mention him."

As soon as these words came out, Lin Ting's face couldn't help but change.

He and Lin Yi looked at each other.

I had met Zhang Zhou just now, but I didn’t know that Zhang Zhou was already a Huiyuan, which means that I would be a minister in the future.

The purpose of Zhang Zhou coming to the Imperial College is worthy of fun.

Lin Ting thought that his father had so much disagreement with Zhang Zhou, no wonder his father minded that Huiyuan was from Beiyong. His father looked down on Zhang Zhou so much at the beginning, and his relationship... His father felt that his face was damaged.

"No wonder, his talent is good. Jiangnan Jieyuan, the Chengyuan exam, is the top scorer in the palace exam." Lin Ting sighed.

Liu Shun curled his lips and said, "After that being said, don't ask Mr. Lin. If it weren't for this Zhang Gongsheng's victory in Huiyuan, I'm afraid the Ministry of Rites wouldn't have sent anyone to commend and condolences."

"Well?"

Lin Ting was stunned at first.

Then he seemed to understand something.

It is precisely because Zhang Zhou is now deeply trusted by the emperor and has won the Jinshi as a tribute student in Yong Gongshen in northern Zhang Zhou that the Ministry of Rites will focus on commending Lin Han and commending his contributions.

Lin Han looked down on Zhang Zhou, but the emperor looked down on him.

Lin Ting also understood why today was obviously a good day for him to pass the Jinshi, but his father still looked like this.

My father can't pass the inner obstacle.

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...

When Zhang Zhou took a carriage to his doorstep, the people gathered at his doorstep had already lined up from the street to the end of the street.

When the imperial court announced the contributions of Zhang Zhou, a group of people came to congratulate him, but were driven away by the Jinyiwei. This time, there was a reason. Zhang Zhou won the championship in the exam... More people took the opportunity to find a relationship. Some candidates from all over the south of the Yangtze River came to join in the fun even though they knew they did not have a title on the list.

When he arrived at the street, Zhang Zhou had to get off the carriage and was surrounded by people to his doorstep under the escort of the Jinyiwei.

"Mr. Huiyuan is back!"

"Zhang Jieyuan! Zhang Huiyuan!"

"Get out of the way!"

The scene is very lively.
To be continued...