There is a lot of commotion at Youfu Inn, and it all started because of a Huiyuan who was no more than nineteen years old.

Throughout the more than 100 years since the founding of the Yan State, there has never been a 19-year-old Hui Yuan who won two yuan in a row.

Because of its rarity, Lu Zhihang's name soon spread throughout Yandu, and even an article he once wrote in memory of Yun Qi was recited by students in major universities.

There was an endless stream of people coming to congratulate him, and Lu Zhihang had no choice but to leave in a carriage with Ruan Yangping and his cheap apprentice.

Once inside the carriage, the noisy crowds were gone, and Lu Zhihang, who calmed down, was still in disbelief.

It was one thing for him to hope that he would win the championship, but it was another thing to actually win the first place among thousands of elite candidates from all walks of life.

"Junior brother, you really make Master proud." Ruan Yangping whispered into Lu Zhihang's ear, the joy in his words was even happier than when he himself won the Huiyuan.

"Senior brother, too." Lu Zhihang also lowered his voice and said warmly.

"Master, if you win the Huiyuan, you will be inseparable in the palace examination." Song Heyu saw the two of them whispering, and they were equally happy about their results.

"We only have a few days before the imperial examination, so there is no need to prepare much. Why not go to Dingxin Restaurant for a drink first." Ruan Yangping raised his eyebrows and suggested.

As early as when he learned that he was ranked sixth, he had a hunch that Lu Zhihang would be in the top three. He could get a glimpse of it from his junior brother's state after finishing the exam.

Although he is outstanding in poetry and prose, the difference between him and Lu Zhihang in terms of the Four Books and Five Classics is not that big. Even his junior brother is slightly superior to him, and the difference in Ce Wen is even worse.

The only thing I need to worry about is that my junior brother’s whims and whims must be kept within limits in Yan State.

It's fine in private, but when it comes to a rigorous exam like the general examination, you have to consider the examiner's preferences. You have to stand out and be refreshing, but you can't violate taboos and make the examiner think it's impossible.

Judging from the fact that he received Huiyuan, Lu Zhihang's writing of policy questions won the hearts of the marking officials.

There is only a few days between the time when the examination results are released and the palace examination, so there is no use in improvising. It is better to take things as they come and be happy as soon as possible.

After returning to his residence from Dingxin Restaurant, Lu Zhihang had just entered the house when he saw Nightingale coming forward and handing two letters.

"Sir, would you like to take a look?" Nightingale knew that he had won the Huiyuan, her eyes and eyebrows were flying, she was even more happy than Lu Zhihang, the person involved.

"Yes." Lu Zhihang nodded and took the letter from Nightingale. After looking at the signatures, he knew that one was from Zhang and the other was from Yan Tianhe.

After he came to Yandu, he would write some letters to his mother in his spare time. Zhang would also mention the current situation and the situation of Jiangnan industry in his heart.

In addition to some daily matters, this letter also included information about the shipyard. It said that there had been considerable progress in building the three-masted sailboat. The long-standing problem was finally overcome by an experienced shipwright in the factory. After a while,

In time, a sailboat that meets the standards will be available for trial sailing.

After reading it as usual, Lu Zhihang picked up his pen and prepared to reply. After thinking for a while, the half-written paper crumpled into a ball again. He put down the brush and whispered to himself, "After the imperial examination, I can tell my mother the good news."

After making his decision, Lu Zhihang opened the letter from Yan Tianhe and understood why his two friends did not come to the appointment.

Wei Qi knew that he was lucky enough to pass the exam, so he didn't dare to expect the honor of being a Gongsheng student. He bluntly said that it would take a few years for him to settle down.

This is the end, and I am timid.

Lu Zhihang thought it was understandable that Wei Qi would do this, but the reason why Yan Tianhe didn't w52ggdco was puzzling to him.

At the moment, I could only continue to read along with the letter, and then I realized that this unlucky child had caught wind and cold just as he was about to set off, and had a high fever that wouldn't go away. When his body and bones got better, the exam was almost over, and there was still no time to rush to Yandu.

I can only write a letter to inform Lu Zhihang.

After the palace examination, the Ruan family will also hold a grand banquet to celebrate Ruan Yangping's gratifying results. Being named on the gold medal list is one of the three major joyous events in life, so there is no way to be careless.

Unsurprisingly, because he passed the exam with two yuan at the age of nineteen, before the imperial examination began, many people heard the news and came here, saying they wanted to visit the top scholar of Jinke.

Fortunately, Lu Zhihang was in the Ruan family's mansion, and ordinary people who wanted to meet him were blocked outside. Many people were stopped on the pretext of preparing for the imperial examination.

Early that morning, Song Heyu was quite surprised to see many scholars visiting Ruan's house.

When he walked into the courtyard gate, he saw Lu Zhihang holding a book of Dingxin poems and studying it, with a pretty maid standing beside him.

There are several apricot trees planted on both sides. The delicate pink color changes from thick to light, blooming in clusters from the branches to the treetops. The blossoms are as light as jade, and they are close together, making it look like sitting next to the apricot flowers.

The scholar who wrote this is so handsome that he doesn't look like an ordinary person.

"Master, why are you still studying?" Song Heyu walked up to him and asked curiously when he saw that he was holding a collection of poems.

In all the palace examinations over the years, I have never seen anyone asked to compose a poem in the examination questions.

When Lu Zhihang saw him coming, he took his eyes away from the collection of poems and smiled lightly, "Just take a look at the poems that have been widely circulated in Beijing these days."

"Isn't the article about Jinke Huiyuan that has been widely circulated these days?" Song Heyu pointed out and smiled jokingly.

Because of his appearance and age, Lu Zhihang's popularity this time is much louder than in previous years.

"Although I wrote it, I don't remember how it was written." When Lu Zhihang said this, his smile faded slightly, and his eyes fell on the article in the first article, feeling a little sad.

After just one glance, he understood that the article was about his experiences in Jiangnan and the girl Sheng who made him toss and turn.

It wasn't until he read this article that he realized that the girl he loved liked to wear red clothes. Even his memory seemed to suddenly become clear. Except for the hazy appearance, under the thousands of miles of green trees, the red dress made her look like a woman.

The scene with the horse is vivid in my mind.

Speaking of which, the male protagonist seems to often wear a red dress when dressing up as a woman.

Lu Zhihang was thinking about his Miss Sheng when this idea came to him for no reason. He suddenly felt goosebumps rising and he forgot about that handsome and wanton face.

"Master's words are just beautiful articles. It's normal if you can't remember them." Song Heyu didn't take it to heart after hearing this. Instead, he picked up the sketch he had practiced for several days and asked, "Master, do you think I have made any progress in my painting?"

Lu Zhihang immediately turned his face, observed carefully, pointed to a few places and said, "The proportions are wrong, the light and shadow need to be strengthened."

"There are still so many shortcomings, no wonder I see something is wrong." Song Heyu was a little discouraged, frowned and revised the painting.

Song Heyu sat at the stone table and redrawn a painting with concentration. Lu Zhihang was there and gave some advice. As expected, it looked much better when he looked up.

"You draw first." Lu Zhihang said casually, feeling a little thirsty.

Without waiting for his instructions, Nightingale served the tea and poured the water very wisely, touched the wall of the cup with her hand, and then handed it to Lu Zhihang when she felt that the water temperature was okay.

Lu Zhihang took the tea from Nightingale's hand without batting an eyelid. He took a sip and read the article again. He saw that it was full of love. Especially when he wrote about his sweetheart, he wrote every word with exquisite details, concisely and concisely.

Out of image.

Reading through the whole article, it flows smoothly, and I can only marvel at the wonderful writing.

"Miss Sheng... what did she look like when she was born?" The more Lu Zhihang looked at it, the more depressed he became. No matter how he recalled it, his memory was as if someone had covered it with a veil, but he was unable to lift it.

Is it possible that I really need to take the medicine given by Dr. Wang?

Lu Zhihang had some thoughts. If he couldn't find the other party again in Yandu, he might just have to give it a try and bet that the prescription was really effective.

Lu Zhihang was so engrossed in his thoughts that he missed Nightingale's hesitation in speaking.

When she heard her son's muttering to himself, it stands to reason that she should have pretended not to hear it, and was deaf to what was going on outside the window. However, these words were really strange, and Nightingale was very confused for a moment.

Lu Zhihang put down his tea cup and was about to see how Song Heyu's painting was going when he caught a glimpse of the nightingale's colorful and particularly wonderful expression out of the corner of his eye.

"What's wrong?" Lu Zhihang asked as this was the first time he saw Nightingale like this.

"Ah?" Nightingale was still stuck in her own struggle. When she saw the young master suddenly asking questions, she staggered a few times in shock. She quickly stood up and asked tentatively, "Young Master, what did you mean by what you just said? Sheng

Don’t you know what the girl looks like?”

As soon as Nightingale asked this question, Lu Zhihang was startled, and then he suddenly burst into joy. He slapped the table, which scared Song Heyu, who was in trance, and his eyebrows jumped.

"Nightingale, when Miss Sheng and I are together, are you always there?" Lu Zhihang realized. He had fallen into a blind spot before. He only asked Ruan Yangping and Lu Zhao, but he forgot that the maid who served daily life was the one who was away from his daily life.

Most recent.

"Most of the things in the house are done by the people around you." Nightingale said hesitantly.

The surprise came suddenly. After getting excited, Lu Zhihang saw Song Heyu blinking in confusion, then he cleared his throat to calm down his mood, and then said a little apologetically, "Heyu, you draw here first, I have something to do with Nightingale."

talk."

"Well, master, go and come back quickly." Song Heyu was a little curious about what he was happy about, but seeing that Lu Zhihang had no intention of saying anything, he had no choice but to nod.

Nightingale listened to Lu Zhihang's instructions and followed the young master into the study in a fog, really not knowing what was going on with him.

Having not seen Miss Sheng for two years, Nightingale thought that there was a rift between the young master and her, and no one around her mentioned it. Unexpectedly, today she was holding the book of poems in her hands and even said something strange that puzzled her.

Could it be that... Nightingale had just thought about it, but she was so frightened that she quickly suppressed it, cursing in her heart how she could slander a gentleman like the young master who was waiting for the bright moon in his arms.

"Let me ask you, how did Miss Sheng and I meet, and why did we separate?" As soon as Lu Zhihang entered the study, he turned around and asked with a warm smile.

It was as bright as the bright moon and as gentle as jade, as if it was deeply afraid of scaring people.

When Nightingale heard Lu Zhihang's question clearly, a question mark appeared on her forehead.

Strangely enough, she still remembered that she was just a maidservant, and whenever the young master asked, she would answer truthfully.

Nightingale thought for a while and replied with some uncertainty, "Young Master and Miss Sheng met in Fu Mansion. Why they separated, I don't know why. I only remember that the last meeting seemed to be a few years ago during the Mid-Autumn Festival two years ago."

day."

After all, two years had passed since the incident, and when Nightingale suddenly recalled it, she didn't remember it very clearly, and most of the things were forgotten in the corner.

"Then do you remember what Miss Sheng looked like, what her name was, and where her family lived." Lu Zhihang asked all the questions in his mind that were like checking a household registration.

But normally, he asked his senior brother but got an ambiguous answer. His senior brother didn't know anything about the other party except his extraordinary identity.

"Every time Miss Sheng comes to Fu Mansion, she always wears a golden mask. I'm sorry that I can't tell you what Miss Sheng looks like, but she is tall." Nightingale tried hard to echo for a long time before finally speaking.

I searched through my blurry memories, but I couldn't find any memory of seeing the other person's appearance.

"..." Lu Zhihang's heart sank, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Wearing a mask...tall and wearing a red dress.
To be continued...