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The maid led Bai Gui to the empty seat in the inner courtyard of Yin Mansion. Google search reading

This empty seat is just a desk, without a bamboo bench. There is a half-foot-and-a-half bamboo mat behind the desk.

The empty seat is the last one, and they are added one by one.

If there are other scholars who come in later, they will sit behind him.

Bai Gui lifted up his robe and took a seat at the table.

When you sit down, you should be polite and elegant.

When the dignitaries present saw this scene, they all secretly admired it.

In ancient times, when looking at a person's knowledge, one often first looked at a person's cultivation. Confucianism and etiquette are inseparable. Kneeling and sitting are ancient rituals. There are certain regulations on how to sit, how to sit, and how to walk.

If the etiquette is done enough, then the knowledge will definitely be good.

Everyone in the field is a highly educated person.

Bai Gui also deliberately hid his clumsiness, so among the crowd, although he could make Yin Kaishan's eyes shine, he was not so interested in asking him questions and asking him to step forward to answer.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a kind of purple-robed official in the front row read through the honorary tattoos and birthday messages sent by all the students one by one, and then selected about ten famous scholars to sit in the inner courtyard.

During the dinner, Yin Kaishan asked a few questions and ordered everyone to answer them.

Baigui and Guang are like dust. Although their answers are not enough to leap ahead of all living beings, they are still at the forefront.

What makes Bai Gui stand out the most is that his calligraphy, which he has honed for many years, has become a whole of its own. It is different from the calligraphy of the previous dynasties and is eye-catching.

"His Majesty is most fond of calligraphy and solicits famous calligraphy. Even if you don't pass the examination, it is still feasible to enter the Zhongshu Province and draft documents."

Yin Kaishan commented on Bai Guidao.

If the imperial examination is an ordinary college entrance examination, if you pass it, you can enter university and become an official. So being good at calligraphy is equivalent to bonus points for art. If you write good calligraphy, it is a very common practice to be a benefactor in the palace.

Of course, this Sheren is not a fifth-rank official like Zhongshu Sheren. Any scribe who enters the "province" (province is the name of the palace) and helps officials with work can be called Sheren.

As for Li Shimin's fondness for calligraphy, especially Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, this is known to both the government and the public.

"Thank you, Prime Minister Yin, for your recommendation."

"Students still want to try Jinke Jinshi Examination."

Bai Gui stepped forward, saluted Yin Kaishan and said.

The seniors support me, and the juniors express my thanks.

A very common thing in officialdom.

But as soon as Bai Gui's words "Thank you for your recommendation by Prime Minister Yin" came out, Yin Kaishan suddenly burst into laughter, glanced at Bai Gui again, and nodded secretly.

He recognized Bai Gui's calligraphy, so he said that Bai Gui's calligraphy could be used as a sacrifice in the palace. Now Bai Gui said he thanked him for recommending him, which was a double meaning.

Not only did he thank him for recommending Shiren, but he also thanked him for passing the imperial examination.

If you hit a snake and follow the stick, you are a smart person.

However, these "offenses" of small tastes are not excessive for him, the prime minister of the dynasty. On the contrary, they are also extremely useful.

After all, he knew the reason why these scholars chose to join the assassination government. With this prerequisite, and Bai Gui's use of the topic, it was not abrupt at all, so he agreed.

After the Yin Mansion banquet, go back to the inn.

The next day, Bai Gui and several poor men became famous and ranked at the top of the list of famous men.

Being famous once in the prime minister's house is better than years of hard work in the countryside.

…

Late at night, the moon and stars are sparse.

Inside the inn, the lights were like beans, reflecting on the scriptures.

Bai Guimo recited scriptures.

Read the book a hundred times, and its meaning will become apparent.

Although he was already familiar with the Confucian classics, he would have different opinions every time he read them. Especially the Spring and Autumn Classics, after familiarizing yourself with it, you will become more and more proficient in national policies, political tactics and other scheming and intrigues.

suddenly.

The lights were dim and a breeze blew.

There is a faint fragrance coming.

Bai Gui recognized that this fragrance was that of the Three Dragon Girls. When he tilted his head slightly, he saw the Three Dragon Girls in palace attire approaching, their bright and charming face slightly flushed, their apricot eyes filled with laughter. There seems to be affection. Grain flavor

"Bai Lang, I have been tossing and turning in the Dongting these days. I don't dare to come to you for fear of delaying your homework. But the Dongting is too lonely and there is nothing interesting. I can only follow my selfish motives and come to Chang'an..."

"You don't blame me."

The three dragon girls twisted their green clothes in their slender hands, lowered their heads and said in shame.

"You can come here, which shows your affection for me. Although I am angry, it is difficult to say such angry words when I see you."

Bai Gui said smoothly.

He had already guessed that Dongting Dragon Girl would be unable to restrain herself and come to Dongting to look for him.

As he spoke, he took hold of Dongting Dragon Girl's arms and pulled hard, bringing the beauty into his arms. "It's a beautiful night tonight. I'm glad that you can come and see me, Miss Sanniang."

"As for the imperial examination, you don't have to worry. Five days ago, I went to Prime Minister Yin's home to vote for a famous assassin, and was attracted by Prime Minister Yin. Although I am not sure about the imperial examination today, I am still certain..."

"Seriously?" There was surprise in Sanlongnu's apricot eyes. She didn't care about Bai Gui's big hands wandering around his body and asked urgently: "Is Bai Lang expected to take the imperial examination now?"

She knew that Bai Gui was talented and talented, and her father, Dongting Longjun, had made this clear to her. This time she was able to escape from the dragon's pond and tiger's den, thanks to Bai Gui's strategy.

But being talented does not necessarily mean that you will win the exam.

Those who can win the exam are likely to be from aristocratic families, and it is rare to see children from poor families.

Now, if Bai Gui is really appreciated by Yin Kaishan, then the background aspect is equivalent to completing the matter. In terms of talent, Dongting Dragon Girl is confident that Bai Gui will not lose to anyone.

"It must be true!" Bai Gui reluctantly took his hand away from the Dongting Dragon Girl, pointed at the paper covered with ink on the table, and said: "This is the Qing Ci used by the Yin Mansion to pray for blessings. The Yin Mansion knows that I have been in the Taoist temple. He has practiced in Taoist temples, so he asked me to make Qingci and then send it to a Taoist temple to pray for blessings."

Qingci is a memorial document dedicated to the gods in the Taoist Zhaijiao ceremony, and it is a sacrificial poem.

Most wealthy families believe in Buddhism and Taoism, and they go to Taoist temples or Buddhist temples to pray on fixed days. To pray for blessings, you need Qing Ci, in which the best wishes for yourself or your family are written.

Well-written Qing Ci is often extremely difficult to find.

Qingci is good, firstly, it has good calligraphy, and secondly, it has good literary talent.

The Yin Mansion also wanted to support Bai Gui. Because Bai Gui came from a poor family and was a Taoist priest, the job of writing Qing Ci was given to Bai Gui. Writing a Qing Ci is worth ten thousand dollars.

Money is neither too much nor too much, nor is it too little. After all, Bai Gui is not well-known now, and articles written by less-famous scholars are not worth a penny, but they cannot be sold for a good price.

Dongting Dragon Girl glanced at Qing Ci, her beautiful eyes slightly surprised. Her father was the Dragon Lord of Dongting. Every year, mortals burned many Qing Ci to Dongting Dragon Lord. But when she saw the Qing Ci written by Bai Gui, she immediately I feel that the Qing Ci written by the original people is really not good enough.

The two chatted for a while, and the night was getting dark.

"Bai Lang, it's time for the slave family to leave."

The three dragon girls took off Bai Gui's arms, stood up and said.

But when she left, she didn't leave, and Bai Gui locked Hao Wan again.

The Dongting Dragon Girl is not a young girl, but a gentle young woman. When she sees Bai Gui's appearance, she knows what he has in mind.

But she didn't resist it either.

She ran into Bai Gui's room late at night, and it was self-evident what she meant.

"Close the window."

When she was moved, the three dragon girls couldn't help but reminded her softly.

"This is the third floor. There is no one there late at night and the candles have been extinguished."

Although Bai Gui said these words, he withdrew one hand from his plump body and prepared to close the window and lower the curtain.

But at this moment, the Dongting Dragon Girl biting her lip saw a well in the back house of Mingfeng Inn and asked, "Where does the well lead to?"

"It should be Jinghe River water..."

Bai Gui was curious and asked what kind of well he was talking about.

But he still couldn't help but say it.

Eight rivers surround Chang'an, and the Jinghe River is among them. This well leads to the Jing River water vein, which is normal.

"Then don't close it."

Dongting Dragon Girl hesitated for a while and said.

A rustling sound sounded.

"By the way, Bai Lang, please don't ruin my clothes later..."

Inside the house, under the hibiscus tent.

The two fellow practitioners, Yan Hao.