Wang Lin sneered, and the bright silver spear in his hand was like a dragon waving its tail, whipping up the biting cold wind.
Only two clanging sounds were heard. Neither the spectators nor the spectators could see Wang Lin's movements clearly. They could only subconsciously look up along with the harsh sound of wind whistling and saw Pan Ming's two maces grazing one after another.
To mid-air!
Immediately, it landed heavily on the ground at the far end, sending up smoke and dust all over the sky.
Wang Lin grabbed the horse's belly and rushed forward. Before Pan Ming could react, he came out of the hole with a spear like a snake and picked out his purple gold crown, then laughed and threw the crown to the sky!
At the same time, the tip of his spear passed by the scarf that bound Pan Ming's hair. Immediately, Pan Ming's black hair spread out and hung down, and some broken hair filled the air in front of his eyes.
The Purple Gold Crown drew a dazzling arc in mid-air and landed in the grass at least two hundred paces away, rolling twice without any trace.
Pan Ming was horrified at first, and then he was so embarrassed and angry that he wanted to find a crack in the ground and jump in.
Wang Lin raised his gun to the sky with one hand and said calmly on his horse: "Marquis Xingyang, do you want to fight again?"
Pan Ming gritted his teeth, lowered his head and covered his face before galloping away.
The audience burst into applause.
Princess Maode in the stands was so happy that she jumped up and was about to shout, but the palace maid who had been prepared for it covered her mouth.
As for Master Li, he moved his slightly numb and stiff legs and stood looking at Wang Lin from a distance, with a strong smile on his face.
Zhang Zhenniang took Jin'er's hand and quietly withdrew from the crowd, returning to her residence without mentioning it.
When Wang Lin returned from riding his horse, Ma Kuo came forward to greet him and said excitedly: "My good brother is the best in martial arts in riding and shooting. In this test, my good brother must be the best!"
Wang Lin chuckled: "Brother Ma won't win the prize, so it's not necessarily true. There are still strategies to discuss, and I don't know what the outcome will be."
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On the examiner's desk.
Bai Shizhong frowned. Although the top 50 people from his department arranged by Grand Master Cai were promoted to the imperial examination, their rankings were not good. He originally thought that Marquis Xingyang would win the first prize in one fell swoop, but he was disgraced.
As for Meng Tong and Tong Guan, it was not a big problem that everyone had successfully advanced, but... he couldn't help but look at Gao Qiu.
Gao Qiu's expression remained as usual.
In fact, ever since Gao Qiu saw Zhang Shuye sent by the emperor, he knew that it was impossible not to let Wang Lin advance. After all, the emperor had to give him face. But he did not expect that all the forces in Beijing were unanimously optimistic about it.
The Marquis of Xingyang was defeated so miserably by Wang Lin.
At this time, several members of the Privy Council and the Ministry of War, who had been reading policy papers at the seats on the other side, came over with a pile of examination papers and handed them to the examiner Meng Tong respectfully.
These examiners only give preliminary evaluation results. They arrange the examination papers of each examination in order, and the final decision-making power is still in the hands of the chief examiner and the examiner.
Meng Tong opened the examination paper that ranked first, and when he first saw the signature written "Wang Lin from Qinghe County, Shandong Province", he looked unhappy.
But he immediately glanced at the contents of the examination paper, and he was stunned at just one glance!
Meng Tong could hardly believe his eyes!
This handwriting is so similar to the official handwriting!
In today's Song Dynasty, it is a unique thin gold body, as if it was made by one person!
Meng Tong silently handed Wang Lin's exam paper to Gao Qiu.
Gao Qiu was actually good at calligraphy. He had been studying and imitating Zhao Ji's thin gold style for a long time, but compared with the paper in front of him, his skills were really far behind.
Gao Qiu's expression changed, and he was extremely suspicious in his heart. What was the relationship between Wang Lin and the official family? His handwriting was exactly the same!
Gao Qiu looked at it carefully for a moment, but the cunning man didn't comment and handed it to Bai Shizhong. Bai Shizhong's reaction was naturally shocking.
The three of them looked at each other and couldn't make up their minds for a long time.
Originally, Meng Tong was planning to label Wang Lin's strategy as inferior.
Based on this comprehensive evaluation, although Wang Lin advanced to the palace examination, he could not enter the top three in the examination, so Meng Tong could arrange for related households to fill in.
Bai Shizhong had similar thoughts.
But it was difficult to deal with the handwriting that looked like an official... The policy papers would eventually be submitted to Zhao Ji for inspection. With Zhao Ji's enthusiasm for calligraphy and his pride in his thin golden body, he saw such people.
The three of them could imagine how their unique "high imitation thin gold body" would react with their buttocks.
If it is deliberately designated as inferior, Zhao Ji will definitely be strongly dissatisfied.
Is this denying Wang Lin or denying the official family?
Zhang Shuye bowed to the side and said loudly: "My lords, I wonder what the results of the policy evaluation are? The audience is waiting for you!"
Meng Tong hesitated for a long time, but finally wrote on Wang Lin's scroll and wrote the red comment on the armor.
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Imperial Palace, Tongming Hall.
At the beginning of the lanterns, the bright candlelight in the hall cast a faint red light on Zhao Ji, an official of the Song Dynasty who was wearing a germanium yellow casual robe and half an arm. He was writing quickly at his desk, and then he clenched the manuscript paper into a ball, and then unfolded the manuscript paper.
, after looking at it for a while, I still felt dissatisfied, and finally tore it into pieces completely.
He was a great calligrapher, painter and poet, but he was not a good emperor.
During the incident, Zhang Shuye came back from school and entered the palace to wait on him for half an hour. Zhao Ji seemed to have forgotten his existence, writing and enjoying himself.
After a long time, his regretful eyes met Zhang Shuye's respectful eyes. His face suddenly brightened, and then he smiled in a very gentle tone: "You are back from school?"
Zhang Shuye hummed, cupped his hands and said, "Yes, it's an official. I'm here to send you my order."
"Oh, what was the result of the martial arts exam?"
"The top three in the exam are Wang Lin, Pan Ming, and Cai Dong."
Zhao Ji was surprised: "Wang Lin really won the first place? Gao Qiu didn't do anything wrong?"
Zhang Shuye smiled bitterly: "The officials sent ministers to supervise on the spot. How dare Taiwei Gao openly resist the order? Besides, Wang Lin's literary talent and martial arts are unmatched. It is difficult to cheat in this matter in full view of everyone!"
Zhao Ji smiled slightly: "I forgive him and he doesn't dare to go against me! But I didn't expect Wang Lin to take the first place. I sent Qing to supervise. It was nothing more than a warning to Gao Qiu not to play with fire. After all, I had promised Wang Lin that I would give him money."
He is a man of great fame, and if he took down Wang Lin, wouldn't he be breaking my trust?"
"As for Pan Ming... as far as I know, he is no match for Wang Lin?"
Zhang Shuye bowed: "In my opinion, Pan Ming is also one of the young heroes of the Song Dynasty, and he will definitely become a pillar of the imperial court in the future. But compared with Wang Lin, whether it is martial arts, riding, shooting or strategy, he is far behind! I would like to congratulate you on this official.
Our family has gained another good general and famous minister!"
Zhao Ji smiled: "The result is pretty good, except for this Cai Dong... Who is this person from Cai Jing?"
Cai Dongwu was sixth in competition, but his strategy was third, so overall, he ranked third, edging out Ma Kuo.
Zhang Shuye said in his heart that it seemed that this ridiculous official was not really a fool. He said solemnly: "Cai Dong is the nephew of Grand Master Cai!"
Okay, it's not bad that they didn't make all the top three in the martial arts exam. Zhao Ji was silent for a while, then suddenly took out a brand new piece of rice paper, picked up a pen and wrote a line on the paper: "Wang
Lin ranked first in the exam."
This word is indeed very beautiful!
Zhao Ji smiled and leaned over to admire it for a long time, and then he personally stamped the two royal seals of "Treasure of the Emperor Xuanhe" and "Seal of the Imperial Book", one large and one small, rolled it up, and handed it to Zhang Shuye.
He said: "Take it and give it to Wang Lin out of the palace. Just tell him what I said. If he can win the palace examination ten days later, I will give him another painting!"
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