Monument Yangmen

Chapter 120 Donghuamen roll call

At three quarters in the afternoon, the Donghua Gate opened.

Under the leadership of Wang Jien, the Xinke Scholars filed out.

Donghua Gate, with three floors inside and three floors outside, was already full of people.

As soon as the Jinshi of Xinke appeared today, there were all kinds of screams and shouts one after another.

Among them, Yang Yansi's name was the one with the loudest shouts and the most popularity.

Su Yijian was not far from Yang Yansi. He heard the people in front of Donghua Gate calling Yang Yansi's name, which was very delicious.

Bypassing Kou Zhun and the others, Su Yijian leaned in front of Yang Yansi, holding his mouth shut, "Look at this call, it's as if you won the number one prize..."

Yang Yansi smiled, "Maybe the champion is me..."

Su Yijian snorted coldly, with a look of arrogance on his face, "Your Majesty is admiring in front of everyone. Brother Yu meets his monarch and his subjects once in a thousand years. If this number one scholar doesn't point at me, wouldn't he just slap his mouth?"

After a pause, he said firmly, "I must be the No. [-] scholar in this subject."

Yang Yansi was amused by Su Yijian's stinky self-confidence, "Brother Su, nothing is possible yet."

Hearing this, Su Yijian felt a little guilty.

As the saying goes, the emperor's mind is unpredictable, and few people can know exactly what an emperor is thinking...

Maybe he praised you openly, but secretly put your paper in the last place.

However, as soon as this thought arose in Su Yijian's mind, he strangled him to death.

He is a confident man, even a proud man.

He believed that the number one scholar in this subject must be him...

He glanced around at the others.

Su Yijian puffed out her chest proudly.

It's just a group of chickens and dogs, and they are also worthy of competing with me for the top spot?

……

The Xinke Jinshi stood still in front of Donghua Gate, and Wang Jien stood under the shelf in front of Donghua Gate.

Sweeping the whisk in his hand, he shouted loudly.

"The system said: In the fifth year of Taiping Xingguo, 110 Jinshi will be selected for reexamination. Three people will be selected for the first class, and they will be awarded Jinshi and rank; 190 will be selected for the second class, and they will be awarded Jinshi's background; [-] people will be selected for the third class, and they will be awarded the same degree. Jinshi background."

"The auspicious time has come, call the roll and put up the list!"

As soon as Wang Jien's words fell to the ground, someone started stealing the scene.

A loud shout spread across the entire Donghua Gate in an instant.

"Baijiu is newly cooked and returned from the mountains... The yellow chicken pecks the millet and autumn is fat..."

Hearing the reputation, everyone saw a thin scholar dressed in Confucian attire, standing on a high platform in the distance, holding a wine glass in one hand and a jug in the other, singing loudly.

The scholar poured himself a drink, walked staggeringly, but the singing in his mouth did not stop.

"Hu Tong cooking chicken and drinking white wine... Children laugh and hold clothes..."

Hearing the poems chanted by the scholar, Su Yijian looked contemptuous, "A depressed and hopeless rotten man... ran here and yelled something, the court didn't want you, naturally you are not knowledgeable enough..."

Chao Jiong stroked his beard, leaned over, and sighed: "I know this person. During the rush for the exam, he lived in the same inn with a certain family... His surname is Chen, his name is Pengnian..."

"Chen Pengnian?"

Yang Yansi was taken aback when he heard the name. The rumored five ghosts of the Northern Song Dynasty actually failed the list.

Could it be a person with the same name and surname in the same region?

Just as Yang Yansi was thinking about whether this Chen Pengnian was that Chen Pengnian, Wang Jien's sharp voice sounded.

"Crazy Confucian scholars, disturbing the roll call...Left and right, drive down to our family, and watch them be detained."

After hearing Wang Jien's order, the two hulking palace guards rushed over and knocked Chen Pengnian to the ground.

Even though Chen Pengnian was detained, the loud singing in his mouth still didn't stop.

"Looking up to the sky and going out laughing... I'm from Penghao..."

As Chen Pengnian was detained, his voice became smaller and smaller.

"...I am from Penghao..."

"...The Penghao people..."

"..."

A riot was suppressed so easily.

Wang Jien cleared his throat and shouted, "Roll name~"

From the gate of Donghua to the Daqing Hall.

Every few dozen steps, there were eight eunuchs standing.

Wang Jien's "roll call" was carried to the Daqing Hall by the eunuchs like a relay.

In front of the Daqing Hall, the staff of Zhongshushe pinched a volume of imperial list and unfolded it.

"Taiping rejuvenated the country for five years, the emperor, the emperor, the Daqing hall, and the Jinshi test..."

"Chen Liu, Li Yunlong, top three, 190th place, was born with Jinshi..."

After the Zhongshu Sheren finished reading, the eunuchs at the gate of the Daqing Hall called out loudly.

"Chen Liu, Li Yunlong, top three, 190th place, was born with Jinshi~"

"Chen Liu..."

"..."

The roll call spread all the way to Donghua Gate, gathering into a torrent of voices.

Outside the Donghua Gate, stood thirty strong palace guards.

They shouted in unison.

"Chen Liu, Li Yunlong, top three, 190th place, was born with Jinshi..."

The voice was high-pitched, resounding through the Donghua Gate.

In front of Donghua Gate, people on the inner, third and outer floors were all excited by the name-calling.

One name after another.

for a long time...

The 190 top three finished singing.

Zhongshu Sheren handed over the imperial list to the palace guards, and the palace guards galloped towards Donghuamen with fast steps.

Afterwards, Wang Jien announced the list.

The huge imperial list was hung in front of Donghua Gate.

Then, sing Erjia.

Compared with the top three, when the names of the two tops are called, the families of the Xinke Scholars in the crowd are particularly excited.

There is no other reason, but because the heirs of their family rank a head higher than others.

In this kind of place, on this kind of occasion, ranking a head higher than others means that one has more honor than others.

"Chenzhou Ji Chunqiu, second-class, 96th place, granted Jinshi background..."

Among the crowd, a wealthy businessman in his fifties, who was obese and dressed in silk and satin, supported by a maid, heard the roll call.Jump three feet high.

"My son won! My son won the second class, 96!"

"Guangzong Yaozu! Guangzong Yaozu!"

The people around him didn't despise him because of his gawkish jumping up and down, but looked at him with envy.

However, no matter how happy he was, the roll call continued.

"Zhang Yong from Puzhou, second-class, 24th place, granted Jinshi background..."

"..."

"Xiang Minzhong from Kaifeng, second-class, eighteenth place, granted Jinshi background..."

"..."

"Chanzhou Chao Jiong, second-class, eighth-ranked, granted Jinshi background..."

"..."

Among the crowd, the Yang family stood in the east direction of Donghua Gate, listening to the roll call, She Saihua was nervously thinking.

"This is the eighth place in the top two, why is Qilang's name not yet..."

"Will Shichiro miss..."

"Will Your Majesty want to pass a subject because Qilang is young..."

"..."

Yang Ye stared, "You just calm down for a while! My husband just saw Qilang in the pile of new Jinshi... Where he can stand, it means that the court has taken him..."

In fact, regardless of the calm expression on Yang Ye's face, his clenched fists completely betrayed his mood.

Perhaps for others, if the name of the heir does not appear, it proves that it is relatively late and the name is relatively high, and they will be excited about it.

But Yang Ye couldn't. Yang Ye felt that his son had only studied for more than a year.

In terms of learning, how can it be compared with those who have studied for more than ten years.

Therefore, as the rankings climbed one by one, Yang Ye's heart sank more and more.

What She Saihua said in broken thoughts just now echoed in Yang Ye's mind...

Could it be that His Majesty really dismissed Qilang because of his young age?

Then why did Shichiro stand in the ranks of Shinke Scholars?

　...feeling a large blade coming...flash...flash again...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)