After another half day, when Fang Yingwu saw Mr. Xiang again, he felt that he was shabby and depressed. Although there were no external injuries on his skin and flesh, it was as if his internal organs had been severely injured.
Fang Yingwu smiled happily and felt quite pleased. He took the initiative to give Xiang Chengxian half of the review materials in his hand, which were the selected Hanlin articles brought by his father. Now that the exam is only one or two days away, let's read it again
Whatever classics and classics are of no use anymore, the best way to sharpen your skills is to figure out your writing skills.
The selection of Hanlin articles in Fang Yingwu's hand is, to put it bluntly, the selection of the examiner's articles... If you carefully figure it out, you can understand the preferences of the examiners and know what kind of writing style is the most fashionable at the moment. There is no guarantee that you will succeed if you copy the gourd.
You can try the Chinese style, but it can increase the success rate.
Time flew by, and it was the eighth day of February, which was the day before the Xinchou Science Examination in the 17th year of Chenghua. The examination procedures of the general examination were basically the same as those of the provincial examination. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they were similar, but they were just one
The exams start on the ninth day of February, and the other one starts on the ninth day of August, which are called Chunwei and Qiuwei respectively.
The entrance examination is also called at four o'clock in the morning on the day of the examination, so candidates have to rush to the gate of Gongyuan one night in advance or at three o'clock in the middle of the night to wait for the roll call time.
In the evening, Fang Yingwu and Xiang Chengxian went out wrapped in thick fur coats. Although it was called the beginning of spring, the spring was still cold and they were spending the night in the open air, so they had to wear thicker clothes. They also brought three bags each.
There are two attendants, each with two lantern bearers and one basket bearer.
The Gongyuan of the Capital is located at the easternmost end of the city, while the Fang Family Residence is in the west city. It is not close, so you have to go out early. Along the way, Fang Yingwu looked leisurely and kept chatting with Mr. Xiang, but Xiang Chengxian looked stiff.
, obviously absent-minded.
Fang Yingwu asked curiously: "Don't you care about this spring? Why are you so nervous?"
Xiang Chengxian replied with a sad face: "My uncle said that if I can't get on the imperial list this time, then let me follow him to take office, and he will personally supervise my studies. What can I do now?"
Fang Yingwu patted Mr. Xiang on the shoulder and said, "If you die, your eggs will be raised to the sky and you will not die for tens of millions of years. I hope you will take care of yourself."
While the two were talking, they walked to the east city an hour later. As they got closer and closer to Gongyuan, the flow of people gradually increased. Although it was night, each person held a lantern, and the dots of firelight gathered together, illuminating the streets as bright as day.
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This scene felt very familiar to Fang Yingwu. He remembered that the last time he took the provincial examination, the scene was the same.
However, there are still differences. During the last provincial examination, most of the candidates on the street looked nervous, and few people laughed loudly. Qingyun Street outside Gongyuan seemed to be silent; but this time the candidates were very relaxed, and there was a lot of noise outside Gongyuan, like
It was like a pot was boiling. If Fang Yingwu hadn't known that this was Gongyuan, he would have thought he was at a vegetable market.
The candidates who come to the capital to take the examination all have the status of being a member of the imperial examination. They are already selected as one out of ten thousand. They are considered successful and have all the privileges they should have. Even if they do not win the Jinshi, they will still be a gentry with status and status when they return home.
Therefore, the pressure on candidates is naturally much less than during the provincial examination. Some clues can be seen from Xiang Chengxian.
Xiang Chengxian, who was still nervous on the road, arrived outside the Gongyuan. Infected by the lively environment, he immediately put aside his worries and started looking around.
The environment is very noisy, and various dialects from all over the world are heard in the ears, some of which can be understood, and some of which cannot be understood at all. Most of the candidates waiting for the examination outside Gongyuan are gathered in different places, and people from the same area naturally gather together.
"Over there!" Xiang Chengxian suddenly pointed to the corner not far away and shouted. Fang Yingwu followed Xiang Chengxian's hand and pointed towards it. He saw a group of people, among whom there were a few vaguely familiar faces. He thought it was a person.
Zhejiang fellow villagers gathered together.
So Fang Yingwu and Xiang Chengxian walked over. As they got closer, they discovered that there were quite a few acquaintances in this group of people. In the same year as the provincial examination, Li Min, who was in Yuan Dynasty, and the second Wang Yangming, whose father was Wang Hua, were all there, from the same county.
Mr. Wu Chuo and Mr. Wu are also there, as are several others who took the provincial examination in the same year. In addition, those who don’t know him are probably from previous exams. If you haven’t seen him before, you won’t know him.
Xiang Chengxian greeted loudly: "You guys came early, but Brother Fang Xian and I came late!" Someone in the crowd replied: "We live close by, so it is convenient to come!"
Seeing Xiang Chengxian greeting others skillfully, Fang Yingwu felt that he seemed a little detached from the outside world, as if he was incompatible with others, and he couldn't help but feel a little alarmed.
Most of the others lived in hotels and guesthouses in Dongcheng, often living together and communicating closely with each other. But I was special and had a family in the capital, so I was alienated from these fellow villagers and had less communication with them.
I didn't know for a while whether this was a good thing, but Fang Yingwu remembered a sentence he had heard in his previous life - you can never be separated from the masses of the people.
Just when Fang Yingwu was thinking wildly, someone took the initiative to talk to him. Fang Yingwu, who was worried that he was too unfamiliar, responded enthusiastically and answered all questions. This attitude attracted other people to join him.
One, two, three... Unconsciously, another conversation circle formed around Fang Yingwu. Fang Yingwu, who became the central figure, was baffled at first, but his personality charm was simply off the charts. But soon
I quickly remembered another familiar saying: Wealth in the mountains has distant relatives...
Nowadays, there are a lot of scholars in the east city of the capital, and news spreads quickly. News about his father Fang Qingzhi must have spread among the provincial officials. It may be an exaggeration to be called the prime minister after entering the Imperial Academy, but if he can serve in the East Palace, he will be called
As the prime minister, he lived up to his reputation. Others naturally looked at him more highly, and his son, Fang Yingwu, naturally followed suit.
This is not a fickle world, this is human nature. Fang Yingwu chuckled, let go of his heart, and took the initiative to talk to Wang Hua, the biggest potential stock in Jinke, and started joking: "Brother Wang! I haven't seen you for many days, but I see you again tonight, and I see that you are even more charming.
Better than ever!"
Wang Hua was a little weird in front of Fang Yingwu, because he was from Yuyao, from the same county as Xie Qian, and had a close relationship, and the relationship between Xie Qian and Fang Qingzhi...
But Wang Hua also knew that Xie Qian was Xie Qian, and he was himself, so there was no need to have any grudges against the other party. He smiled and said in greeting, "We are all big people now, but Fang Xiandi is radiant and full of vitality."
Fang Yingwu joked thoughtfully: "Otherwise! I see that Brother Wang's face is glowing, and there is a faint star shining brightly. There is no other candidate for the top spot in this subject except Brother Wang!"
Fang Yingwu's words seemed very interesting, and everyone around him burst into laughter. However, Wang Hua laughed a little embarrassed. Lian Sheng said humbly: "I'm lending you auspicious words! But it's true that I'm exaggerating. Being on the emperor's list is just a fluke."
Fortunately, how dare you go to Longwang to look at Shu?"
Fang Yingwu laughed and said: "I have always been very accurate in judging people. This time the number one winner will definitely be you. Brother Wang, do you dare to bet with me? If I lose, I will be the host in Jiaofangsi Alley. Please be present to witness your pain."
drink!"
"Okay!" Everyone cheered again, but it made it difficult for Wang Hua to step down. If there was a bet, it seemed that he would get an advantage by taking advantage of the situation.
Fang Yingwu said understandingly: "If Brother Wang really wins the first prize, then I will win. When the time comes, I will ask you to come and worship me as your teacher. Is this a good bet?"
Everyone just thought that Fang Yingwu's condition was extremely weird. Why did Wang Hua's son suddenly get involved again? Why did Fang Yingwu suddenly think of accepting Wang Hua's son as his disciple?
Wang Hua was stunned and couldn't figure out what Fang Yingwu meant. What good could his rebellious and unconventional son do? But he was certain that no matter he won or lost, it would not be harmful to him.
He cupped his hands and said with a wry smile: "Thank you in advance, brother Fang Xian, for your kindness and kindness, so I agreed to this bet, just to make everyone present laugh!"
Fang Yingwu proposed this bet because he had a sudden idea. When he thought that Wang Yangming could only act as a junior disciple in front of him, he was still a little excited.
Fang Yingwu made the atmosphere lively and asked him to take the provincial examination in the same year. Li Min looked very awkward and couldn't help but said: "Brother Fang Xian, why don't you check for me, what is my score in Jinke?"
Fang Yingwu smiled and pretended to look at it, shook his head and said: "With such evil spirits, you will definitely fail the exam."
"You..." Li Min had an angry look on his face, and Fang Yingwu's words were so rude, like a deliberate curse.
"But your Excellency will also be the number one scholar next time!" Fang Yingwu said again, and everyone around him laughed again. They only thought that Fang Yingwu was making fun of Li Jieyuan.
No one would believe him when he told the truth, and Fang Yingwu couldn’t help but sigh. At this moment, a drum suddenly sounded, and he heard an experienced candidate (actually the one who had failed in previous years) shout loudly: “It’s time to name your names!”
The people outside the gate of Gongyuan stopped chatting and all looked up at the gate of Gongyuan. The curtain of the first session of the examination was about to be officially raised. (To be continued.)