Shen Moran picked up the drawing. It was an unfinished landscape painting. The painting was good, but not at the level of a master. He handed the drawing to Jiu Er next to him.
Jiuer opened the curtain, jumped out of the carriage, and walked to the young man.
"Give me back your drawing."
The genius had just wiped the black, and Jiu Er didn't recognize who the person in front of him was, but the young scholar recognized her and said excitedly: "Miss Jiu Er?"
Jiu Er took a closer look and saw that the young master was Zhou Yuan who she had rescued outside the city and came to Beijing to complain!
At that time, he had an unshaven beard and looked to be in his thirties. Now that he has tidied up, he is probably between twenty-two and twenty-five years old. Among the students who came to Beijing to take the exam, he was considered very young.
"It's you..." Jiu'er looked at the stall behind him, "Are you setting up a stall here to sell calligraphy and painting? But you don't have enough money?"
Zhou Yuan said in embarrassment: "No, no, I still have a lot of money from the girl, but until the list is announced, I won't dare to relax. I can't just sit back and rest, so I will set up a stall on the street to earn some living expenses." "
"Why are you going out at this time?" He glanced at the carriage behind him, "Is there Princess Zhan in the carriage? Is it okay to go over and see her?"
Jiu'er didn't dare to make the decision without permission, so he returned to the carriage and reported it. With Shen Moran's approval, Bi Tao opened half of the curtain from the inside. It was dark inside the carriage and he couldn't see clearly, but he could see the outside from the carriage. people.
Zhou Yuan knelt down in front of the carriage and kowtowed three times.
"Thank you very much to the Queen Concubine for redressing the grievances of the people in my hometown. I also thank the Queen Concubine for her life-saving grace. If it had not been for the Queen Concubine, the people would not have survived until now. For such a great kindness, the people will definitely repay the favor with a ring of grass!"
The young man's spine was straight, and he had an indomitable spirit even when he was kneeling.
Shen Moran admitted that she had selfish motives for helping him in the first place, but no matter what her selfish motives were, at least saving him was genuine, and she did not feel guilty about accepting this kindness.
"Remember what you said today."
"The ground is cold, get up."
The curtain was lowered and the carriage continued to move forward. Jiu Erxu helped him, took off the purse from his waist and gave it to him.
"I can't have..."
Jiu Er smiled and took out the painting that had been blown into the carriage by the wind.
"This painting is destined to be associated with our princess. The money will be used as money to buy the painting. When you become famous in the future, you can come and finish the unfinished half of the painting."
The girl caught up with the carriage with the painting. Zhou Yuan's stomach was empty and hungry, but his heart was warm.
He is not famous, and his painting skills have not reached the peak. This calligraphy and painting stall not only makes no money, but also has to pay for pen and ink every day.
If he doesn't publish the list, he will really drink the northwest wind.
The episode was quickly forgotten. Shen Moran entered the door of the Si Mansion as friendly as returning to his own home. Er Qiao came in and out, and almost moved the kitchen.
"Princess, my lord has not come back yet, but the curfew is approaching and he should be back soon. My lord has been able to come back before the curfew every day these days..."
As soon as Er Qiao's voice fell, Si Yiluo's voice was heard outside the door.
"Er Qiao, your master's whereabouts are so worthless, can they be leaked casually?"
Si Yiluo took off his official hat and placed it on the table.
Shen Moran pushed the untouched teacup in front of him.
"Am I an outsider?"
Working from morning to night without a moment's rest, Shen Moran was worried about the sudden death of her friend.
"If you ask me, it's a good thing to move the curfew time earlier, so that you don't have to stay up late every day and come back early to rest."
After drinking a cup of tea, his thirst was temporarily quenched. Si Yiluo felt very hungry again, so hungry that his chest pressed against his back. Seeing that there was food on the table, he stuffed it with a few mouthfuls and then asked, "Why did you come here at this hour?"
Shen Moran reached out to the side, and Bi Tao handed over a book.
"Let's not talk about business for now. Do you want to read my new manuscript?"
Si Yiluo choked, waved his hand and refused: "I won't look."
Shen Moran put the book on the table, stared at her and asked: "A woman who cannot control a man is a failure. Aluo, you have to be tough."
Er Qiao was confused after hearing this, and asked: "Princess, Princess, can you control His Highness King Zhan?"
Si Yiluo covered her lips and smiled softly, while Shen Moran stared at Er Qiao dimly, making Er Qiao feel uncomfortable all over.
"Er Qiao, you little girl is too innocent. I don't know which man you will be yelling at in the future. Listen to me. You should just follow your family and don't get married."
"What does this have to do with slaves getting married?"
Er Qiao did not mince her words and had no concept of dignity or inferiority in front of her. Only Si Yiluo's house could raise a girl with such a temper.
Si Yiluo enjoyed the meal with great pleasure.
Shen Moran leaned into Si Yiluo's ear and asked, "Will your guy come back tonight?"
Si Yiluo's ears itched and he ducked aside, knowing that she was not holding back her good words. Adhering to the principle of not wasting, she swept away the dishes on the table. Only after she was full did she have the strength to answer her.
"I don't know. I didn't ask."
She went back to the room to change clothes, and Shen Moran followed her in.
"I said you two are really good at it, why don't you act like a family? It's been so long, haven't you eaten him to death yet?"
Jiu'er and Bitao stood guard outside the door to ensure that no one would eavesdrop and the two of them could talk quietly.
Si Yiluo asked back: "Are you sure you can kill Zhou Zhan by eating him?"
Shen Moran was speechless when asked. She has not yet completely liberated her nature in front of Zhou Zhan. The relationship between husband and wife is extremely intimate and must be thoughtful.
"If the eldest brother doesn't ask the second brother, neither of us will talk about the other."
She sat in front of the dressing table and began to remove the headdress on her head, as if she was having a long chat with Si Yiluo tonight.
"I just met Zhou Yuan on the street."
Si Yiluo reacted for a while and asked: "The examinee who came to Beijing from Junzhou to file a complaint?"
Shen Moran hummed and took this opportunity to ask: "It stands to reason that the list should be released at the end of February. Seeing that it is March and there is still no release of the list, what is the emperor thinking?"
Only a few people close to Emperor Yao could guess what he was thinking, and Si Yiluo happened to be one of them.
"You should know that the DPRK is divided into several parties."
In the imperial study room, it was as noisy as a vegetable market every day, and it gave her a headache just listening to it.
"The ministers in the DPRK are roughly divided into several factions, Prime Minister Shen, Bao Fan, and Wei Heyan. They have been operating in the DPRK for many years. Their forces are equally divided and they fight with each other for power. The princes are caught in the middle to protect themselves and are ready to go. I don't know how many people are watching. On this year’s list.”
"But they have one thing in common, that is, they reject Qingliu. If Qingliu wants to become an official in the court, he can only follow the path of Prime Minister Shen. In this way, he will be labeled as Prime Minister Shen, but Prime Minister Shen is in Qingliu His reputation is not very good..."
No one knows who Shen Panxing is better than Shen Moran. Si Yiluo just told the truth.
"This year's three examiners, on the surface, one is a prince, one is a Qingliu, and one is a great Confucian, but most of the exam papers they selected are from poor families."
"After the preliminary list was submitted, a quarrel broke out between all parties. Prime Minister Shen and Bao Fan asked for re-grading, and even used their rights to retrieve some of the candidates' test papers, which caused dissatisfaction among the three examiners."
"At present, this matter is still in a stalemate, and only a few people know about it."
If the poor families occupy half of the country this year, it will be a slap in the face of the powerful. There will be more monks and less meat. In order to win people's hearts, they must also fight.