In the few days after the second day of February, the atmosphere in the post house was a little strange. The wise men gathered together and still talked and laughed, but the little uneasiness in their hearts could not be completely concealed. No matter what the topic, they could not talk for a while.
Eventually it will be transferred to the imperial examination on February 2nd.
Song Yang didn't have much communication with other people. Most of the time, he went back to Chen Hui's house to sit for a while. The grand master's consciousness was still awake, but his memory became more blurred, and he no longer regarded Song Yang as his own.
There was a disciple named Luo Guan, but he couldn't recognize who Song Yang was. In Chen Hui's eyes, this young man who often came to visit him should be a neighbor, or a distant relative who was beyond his reach.
When facing Song Yang, Chen Hui was always confused. He vaguely remembered that he should have an important matter related to him, but Chen Hui was not sure whether that 'he' was the young man in front of him, and
What's even more ridiculous is that he has no memory of what that important thing was.
On the night of the 30th of the first lunar month, Chen Hui was furious. All kinds of memories collided in his mind, giving him a splitting headache. However, he got a moment of clarity. By that time, he had returned to his room. With a short break,
On Qingming Festival, he wrote down what he wanted to do later on a piece of paper.
It's a pity that Chen Hui simply forgot that he had written a note, and he didn't know where he put the note.
Of course Song Yang didn't know these things, but he could see Chen Hui's confusion.
There are also visitors. In the past, the most popular wizard in the post house was none other than Chen Hui. Every day, important officials came to see him with heavy gifts, condescending themselves to be juniors, but now they no longer hear the reports from the concierge.
.Chen Hui’s brain disease cannot be hidden from anyone.
Anyone would be saddened by such a decline of a top figure, especially Song Yang...
On the eighth day of the second lunar month, the sixth day after the imperial examination, I woke up early in the morning with gongs and drums beating loudly outside the posthouse door, and the imperial decree arrived.
The important ministers gathered together and the emperor appointed him, and the Nanli Qishi finally "surfaced". The good news is that Song Yang got his wish and entered the first rank of the competition. The other winners are: Xiao Qi, who is excellent at horse racing, and Liu, who has tamed strange birds.
Second, Aiguo from Wu Gu Yao, Blind Man from Guigu, Dwarf Huo Taoist, and Nanrong Youquan. There are also two candidates who were previously unremarkable, one is a middle-aged blacksmith named Xiao Yi; the other is
An old carpenter named Gao.
Song Yang was overjoyed and counted twice in his heart. Why did he count nine people? There was still one missing...
It was a pity for the couple Qu and his wife who were singers in the mountains. Song Yang really put a lot of effort into selecting songs, and finally chose the tunes of "The Great Wall Will Never Fall Down" and "Shanghai Beach" respectively, with slight changes to the lyrics, and from
The Cantonese language was changed to NLI Mandarin. The couple practiced it repeatedly and performed really well. Fenglong even praised him personally during the performance at the Golden Palace. Unexpectedly, he was rejected in the end. Song Yang smiled bitterly to himself. He was so capable in his previous life.
', It may not be difficult to get applause in this life, but it is not so easy to really get ahead with it.
The other is Er Fool, who is confused and not very presentable. He is not originally among the Southern Rich people, but he is a great bird. Several big officials in the court even argued for a while about him. Some people thought that it would be useful to send a fool out.
The other side feels that this matter emphasizes birds rather than people. You don’t care whether he is stupid or not. As long as the strange bird can show the terror of the wild forest in Nanli and warn the powers, it is enough. What’s more, the two fools are only intellectual.
He was weaker, but not really a fool. He knew all the basic principles and etiquette, and he was even more serious than others. In the end, Fenglong still listened to the latter's opinion.
After the imperial edict was sung, the eunuchs stepped aside, and officials read out the official documents. Those talents who failed to be selected were properly arranged by the court, and were given errands that could fully demonstrate their talents. They were given official titles and enjoyed the court salary from then on.
The selected 'Nanli Qishi' currently has no specific position, but only the title of 'Yezhetai Shilang'. The Yezhetai is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites, and is in charge of diplomacy and court affairs.
They were given such a title just to facilitate their mission to the State of Yan. Although their positions were not good, each of them received generous rewards and received real benefits. And it is conceivable that when they returned from the State of Yan, the court would also
I will definitely not treat you unfairly. I will be promoted to a higher position when the time comes and I will be rewarded based on my merits.
Those who were not selected simply cleaned up and immediately went to the office with the officials present to report. Several strange people had other favors and were given more than 20 days of vacation. As long as they were not too far away and wanted to go home, they could return.
He made a trip to his hometown, and was accompanied by officials from the Ministry of Rites. It was considered a homecoming in full glory. However, he had to return to Beijing before the first day of March. As soon as the news was announced, the happiest person was Er Sha, who cheered and ran back to the post house to pack his bags.
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Song Yang was careful and asked the eunuch who delivered the order: There is still one missing among the ten seats, who could it be?
"The Holy One has his own arrangements." The eunuch held his hands in the direction of the palace and said with a smile: "This is not something we can ask. Mr. Song can just wait and see."
At this point, the important event of selecting talents in Nanli University has finally come to an end. Of course, the successful ones are happy, and the unsuccessful ones also get what they deserve. It is a happy ending for everyone. However, Song Yang did not bother to celebrate with his companions, and hurriedly went out to a drug store and bought some
Fewer herbs.
When he returned to his room, he found that Princess Chenghe was already waiting for him. He immediately smiled and said: "Just in time, I plan to go find you later."
Ren Churong did not go to congratulate him for winning the election, but went straight to the point: "The six words you wrote on my hand the day before the selection of the Golden Palace... I must ask clearly about this matter, what exactly do you want to do." Those six words.
, which made her uneasy in the past few days, but Ren Churong was smart and understood that before the election results came out, Song Yang would not tell her no matter how much she asked, so she suppressed her temper and endured it until the 'Southern Rich Scholar' seat was settled.
Determined, she immediately came to ask questions.
Song Yang did not respond to her, but said hello: "Wait for me for a while, you sit down first." Then he put the princess aside, ran to the inner room, took out the newly purchased medicines, and got busy... It was a good time.
After more than an hour, he returned to the front hall holding a dozen small porcelain vases.
Ren Churong was not impatient, but the seriousness in his expression was obvious. He looked at Song Yang quietly: "Can you say it now?"
Song Yang listed the porcelain bottles on the table and gave Ren Churong a new cup of tea and put it in her hand. Then he sat down and said: "Not counting the three Hong brothers and me, on the second day of February in the Golden Palace, the emperor, ministers and eunuchs,
There is also a guard named Li Yifeng, there are fourteen of them in total, here are fourteen bottles of medicine, one for each person, all for you."
Ren Churong couldn't understand such nonsense, so he frowned and smiled: "What do you mean? Could these be poisons? Do you want me to poison everyone in the palace that day?"
Song Yang laughed: "Of course not, these are not poisons, they are antidotes, antidote."
The princess was slightly startled at first, and then with a bang, the tea cup in her hand broke to the ground, and the tea splashed everywhere... Ren Churong's cheeks were completely pale: "Song... you, you, antidote... what do you mean.