Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

"Yu Yi was five years old and he was studying with his uncle Wei Xiangong. He was taught by his uncle Wei Xiangong. He was only refined but diligent..." Since his return on February 28, Cheng Kai has worked hard at home to write to Cui Xie. I have gained experience in the pilot test, and when I have time, I will contact other pilots I know and ask them to do their best.

When a fellow official from Shangrao, Yong, was a guest at his home, he saw what he had written. He picked it up and read a few lines and found that he was still writing about experience sincerely. He couldn't help sighing, "Brother Cheng, you are also honest. People ask you to ask Cui Huiyuan’s seven articles, so you ask; Cui Huiyuan asks you to write the pilot experience, so you can write it to him honestly, and you will persuade people everywhere for him... You, your temperament will in the future You suffer!"

Cheng Kai looked at the article that he asked him to hold in his hand, and said helplessly: "It's all in the same year, and I asked him for the article first. Why don't I give it when he asks for it? It is also to set an example for the unemployed in the world to be able to use the Fa. I and we are also willing."

He glanced at Guan Yong and asked with a smile: "Brother Guan came to see me today, didn't he also come for this?"

Guan Yong snorted and put down Cheng Kai's learning experience: "I want to spread the Kedi experience to the world, why have to print it in his booklet? Where can I not find a bookseller who is willing to publish an essay for me? It’s just that he cares about the friendship of his fellow villagers and can’t bear to see Brother Cheng running around in a word..."

The students from the north yelled a hundred responses, the students from the south were awkward, half of the students from the middle were looking for ways to publish, and the other half stayed out to watch the show. After all, most people still got on the thief ship of Cui Xie, racking their brains to recall their seven-part system. Art, and years of learning experience.

Rather than summarizing learning methods, it is more summarizing one's glorious first half of life, so that later students will admire.

Cui Xie not only pulled all the candidates on the list into the thieves, but the energy of those activities that failed the list was not enough. He asked Jin Yiwei to clean up one or two times, and he had learned politics from Tianfu, and he was much more honest.

Cheng Kai took Cui Xie’s seven pieces of art and gave them to the people who forced him to ask for them along with his silent on-site articles, and seriously persuaded them: "Cui Huiyuan’s words are clear and beautiful, and the use of classics is not as good as me. His tolerance, knowledge, and generosity are superior to me. He was named the guild member, and I am convinced. You can compare your requests here. I hope that you brothers will no longer question his qualifications."

There are still only 14 articles, and soon Cui Xie will find someone to print out Jinke Jinshi experience and test questions.

Among the three hundred and fifty scholars, at least more than one hundred are willing to post three articles and articles on future palace examinations. Followed by the publication, there are years of learning experience accumulated by this group of heavenly children, which are hard to see by non-relatives, friends and children.

After hearing Cheng Kai's words, the faces of those who forced him to compare Cui Xie's articles changed color.

When they outside questioned that Cui Xie, a member of the northern empire, was not qualified to try to reach the top, the other party did not care about their criticism, sarcasm, and slander. They only silently did such a thing that greatly benefited the empire of the world and even scholars in the world... …

They slander such gentlemen for their own selfish hatred!

Even the articles they thought they had occupied the position of Huiyuan were classic articles of Zhuang Ya, Chong Yi, Chun Gu Qing Dang, without the color of algae, without the grace of gentleness. If you see people by writing, from those loyal and satirical remonstrances, from those verses and chapters issued by in-depth study of the classics, it is enough to see his grand cultivation, subtle knowledge, cut-off talent, and solid learning.

Looking at these seven texts, whether it is "The Government of Civil and Martial Arts", "Lin Zhi Zhi", "Fake Music", etc., they are all full of style, and the heart of loyalty to the emperor is overflowing with words, and Cheng Kai's essays appear mellow to a little plain.

They are far worse!

Even Cheng Kai, who was second in the test, can humbly admit this. Those who did not even make the list, or those who fell behind, thought that they forced Cui Xie to come out of the room. The words can prove that he is not worthy of being a Huiyuan, and that there is cheating in the examination room... Why are they different from the jumping clown!

People don't care about them, don't they feel ashamed to read this article by themselves?

A few of them said goodbye to Cheng Kai ashamed on the spot, went back to pack their burdens and set off, and stayed in the capital without any face; some stayed silently, looking for a chance to apologize to Cui Xie; some called the Jinshi Experience Collection to attract, thinking Stay and buy books, and then overwhelm the northern scholars...

After the trial release of the previous session, most of those who did not get the jinshi returned to their hometowns immediately. This time, many of them stayed in Beijing for some reason.

A few people who had been arrested by Jin Yiwei because of the troubles encountered Jin Yiwei who was on patrol when they left the city. The school lieutenant sent each other politely, and even gave them some entanglements. What's the matter? Anyway, you bought the "Imperial Examination Notes" in Beijing, and you returned to your hometown to review it for three years. When you come back, you will be able to write a good article and be named on the list."

After being handed over to the Shuntian Mansion for many times, Jiangxi scholars finally experienced the warmth of Jinyiwei's law enforcement for the people for the first time. Everyone was even a little flattered, thanking Jin Yiwei for his kindness, and embarking on the road of returning home with a brand new impression of the capitalist and the northern scholars.

The school lieutenants of the patrol city looked at them behind, and after a long absence, they whispered: "Do these scholars have a chance to pass the exam? Just come back, they can know like the little scholar we Xie Zhen rescued. Entu report?"

"What little scholar, he is now a master Jinshi!"

"I can't blame my lord for being a town caretaker. It is better for my lord. I have watched so many scholars this year, and none of them have been admitted to the Jinshi."

"It doesn't matter. Before, we were all focusing on Jingli people, and they were poorly educated. These Jiangxi talents can get into the Jinshi, and one day they can pass the exam."

"When they pass the exam, if they don’t come to repay us, let’s not save us in vain! Think about it, when they gathered to make trouble, if we hadn’t suppressed the matter early and sent people to the school to teach politics, they could turn around Repent, study hard? Let's find someone to make up a play like this, can we still be famous?"

This group of school captains watched the scholars who had invested in them go away, imagining that there could be a talented person like Cui Xie who knew the rewards, but they didn't know how much they could invest again, and they were willing to give them their heart.

Because Choi Xie's return is not kindness, but affection.

After your meeting, those candidates who asked him to fool around were busy summing up their learning experience, but he pretended to read and locked himself in his room to watch a small **** for a day.

His eyes were blue.

Watching the film naturally hurts his body, but for the date on the first day of March, he still has to work hard to study how to learn from the technology in the film.

After all, the third child is a straight guy, and all the ordinary **** on the plate, there is no male **** he can learn from. He carefully watched many mud bombing films with the door closed. What he looked at was no longer the clothing, furniture, characters, and background, but key technical issues.

Very useful.

Although he doesn't have the kind that he needs most, he has a lot of knowledge about posture, procedures, and auxiliary tools, which he has ignored before. He gave play to the nature of Xueba, took out paper and pen to make a plan, detailed and thorough, after more than a day of closed-door study, he finally opened the door to get the necessary lubricant first.

Daming does not have special lubricants, but fortunately, cosmetics are all natural and can be slightly substituted. One of the best cosmetics at the moment is the retting made with goose fat, which presents a smooth and soft lotion, which is easy to push away and is very creamy when applied to the skin.

However, he was too deliberate when he went out to buy cosmetics or asked his family for a pilot test. So he asked for Jinrongtang's best cosmetics in the name of his sister. He only deducted this and the rest. They were all given to Sister Yun.

Sister Yun asked wonderingly: "I still have a lot of powder, and it's not for Chinese New Year. Why did my brother think of adding these things to me?" She asked a word, suddenly nervous, worried that Cui Xie would order her outside. Only after my dear did I think of sending powder to make her dress up.

Cui Xie also realized this, realized that his sister was not too young in Daming, and it was time to find a marriage for her.

He sighed softly and said, "Don't worry about this. I'll write to my father by myself, asking him to allow the teacher and mother to help you pick a good boy."

Sister Yun still remembers that when her eldest sister got married, her father didn't take care of her, and she let her mother—the same year Xu married her to the Xu family, and later followed that family into Sichuan, and never came back. Now it's her turn. Maybe her father won't care about her, but her elder brother helps her pick people. It should be much better than the older sister back then?

She looked at Cui Xie with some panic and pleading. Cui Xie touched the top of her head and comforted: "Don't worry, there is me."

Although according to the rules of the world, Cui Senyi has full control over the marital affairs of their brothers and sisters, he is in Yunnan, as long as he arranges it first, even if he knows it later, he can't do anything thousands of miles away.

Cui Xie didn’t bother to think about it any more. He carefully put away his bottle of goose oil, and on the first day of March, he got up early to take a bath and change clothes. A bottle of props came to Xie's house to see you.

Xie Ying came back early, and was at home only two or three minutes after leaving the office. When I entered the door and said that Cui Xie was coming, I asked someone to invite him to the main hall. While taking off his official robes, he instructed: "Bring me the gift that I gave Cui Hui Yuanbei. Today I will invite Hui Yuan Gong to get drunk and Fang Xiu. !"

When Cui Xie came over, the old steward of the Xie family had asked people to bring the clothes and books prepared in advance, and put them on a tray. Xie Ying pointed to the new set of clothes and said with a smile: "This is the clothes prepared for Hui Yuangong and the book you want. I knew you could do well in the exam. You can make new clothes specially. Try it on."

Cui Xie could still see the clothes in his eyes. He only looked at Xie Ying, who was wearing a scarlet trolling and covering her hair net, and seemed a little more handsome than usual. He suppressed his joy and said, "Brother Luo Xie is worried, little brother. You are welcome."

He looked at Xie Ying a few more times before he was willing to look away to look at the gift he had prepared-there were several trays on the table, on which was a red champion robe with green edges and a white collar. Silk blouse, a gauze hat, a pair of soap boots with a high sole, and decorations such as cloth socks, belts, gold flowers, and knee-covering. The neatly folded champion robe also had the "Wu Bei Zhi" Xie Ying promised to give him.

Cui Xie looked at the high-end clothes, and said with embarrassment: "The little brother is just a good scholar, and he can't wear the clothes of the champion. Brother Xie's heart-warming little brother is ashamed to accept it, but..."

"Nothing but." Xie Ying said with no resistance: "I don't understand the difference between a scholar and a champion. For example, among the four thousand candidates today, are you the number one? No one will wear a champion uniform. Sue you for breaking the rules. If you don't like to wear it, just leave it without wearing it when you go back. You can wear it today and feel joyful. Maybe you can win the palace exam?

He took the clothes and compared them in front of Cui Xie, and then ordered the young man to change him.

However, Cui Xie secretly stuffed the vial into the shirt, blushing, to help people change the shirt, but he refused to change the shirt at this time.

In fact, he just saw the clothes just casually and politely. Even if he wears this champion coat, there is only a feeling of experiencing ancient culture, and there is no real excitement of Ming Dynasty. What really made him blush and heartbeat and restless was that he and Xie Ying were wearing red robes. They were facing each other, it was like getting married.

He spent 16 years of modern study and more than four years of experience in ancient imperial examinations, and finally got the title of the golden list. When the bridal chamber was festooned, he was eligible to marry Xie Ying, the Jinyiwei town caregiver!

Cui Xie sighed, seeing everything with filters in both eyes. Not only is the handsome Xie Ying wearing a big red trolling on the other side, even this room with almost no red color is full of joy in his eyes, just as warm as he has posted the word “Happy” and lit a red candle.

He almost didn't know what he was eating when he was eating. He just felt that eating and drinking were superfluous, and he had already upgraded to the point where he could generate electricity with love. Xie Ying was also unwilling to eat. After eating in a hurry, she pointed to the "Wu Bei Zhi" and said: "Although I have brought this book, it is not easy for you to go home to read it. If you want to read it, you can only stay with me. I watched it at home. Although my house has a guest house, it hasn't been cleaned up for a long time due to moving house. Tonight I have to ask Xiandi Qu to stay in my bedroom temporarily, so I can live in the study room."

Cui Xie said "with sincerity and trepidation": "How can I call Brother Xie to take up the room? I have already troubled you a lot. I shouldn't occupy the owner's place anymore. Just live in a room."

Xie Ying smiled and said: "Our Xie family has never wronged guests. Just stay in peace. There is a bed in my study room, but there is nowhere to take a bath. You have to go to the small penthouse next to the main hall to take a bath. It’s fine if the water is noisy."

No, not too noisy... I'm afraid you won't come.

Cui Xie swallowed dryly, lowered his head and said, "Then bother Xie brother."