Wear ancient times with a house

Chapter 293
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Song Nian looked around, wanting to see if there was any way to save himself, his eyes moved to the ground, by the way, there is soil, soil is also useful.

Song Nian didn't care whether the soil would stick to his body, squatted down and started digging, and then piled it on the wall closest to the number room in front.

He couldn't do anything else, he could only continue to think of ways to break the door.

At this time, he didn't care about the consequences at all, not only clapped with his hands, but also kicked directly.

Thinking while kicking, it was because of this matter that he was punished never to take part in the test, and he also admitted that life is always more important.

Although the watchman had left, Shen couldn't sleep for some reason.

She attributed this emotion to worrying about her husband's exam, but it seemed to be more than that. Shen was inexplicably concerned about the phrase "be careful of the candle".

In fact, this is nothing special. In Xushi, it has always been "the sky is dry and the things are dry, be careful of fire and candles", whether it is in the capital or in Jinzhou Prefecture.

Logically speaking, she is used to hearing it, but today she always feels terrified.

Shen couldn't help but think of the phrase "It's like a fire that burns your head into the house, and the rain from the heavens will bring disasters." Is there any connection between this?

But after thinking about it, I couldn't help but laugh, how could it be such a coincidence, not to mention that the signature was just an image, but it didn't mean it would really catch fire.

This is really a mess of concern, Shen doesn't want to think too much, thinking that there are still a lot of things to do when he wakes up tomorrow, among other things, he has neglected a few children these days, why can't he cook something delicious for them?

While comforting herself, Shen tossed and fell asleep, but she didn't know that at this time, Song Nian really encountered a fire by chance.

Should we talk about contemplation and efficacy, or should we talk about the crow's mouth of the signature?

Fortunately, before he kicked the door open, the patrol who heard the sound also came over.

In fact, they are not qualified to let the candidates leave, but it is not beautiful to let the burning room and nearby students be locked in like this, in case of death or injury.

At that time, someone must be responsible for this matter, and the chief and deputy examiners must not affect his career because of this, and the emperor does not want to be said to be "not cultivating virtue, so as to bring disaster to the Gongyuan" because of this kind of thing.

So after all the calculations, it must be their "not popular" petty officials and soldiers who are responsible.

Thinking of this, the leader gritted his teeth and said to his subordinates:
"You go, don't use the key to open the door, pull it hard, pull the doors of these rooms open, and then say that they kicked them open. As for the other rooms, the fire can't be burned for the time being, so let's start Don't open it, wait for the adults to come and talk about it later."

Those who are used to physical labor are different after all. Song Nian kicked the door for a long time, but the door only shook a little. He pulled it hard a few times outside, and the door opened.

Song Nian had actually heard what the people outside said. Who made him the unlucky guy closest to the fire, but he also knew the other party's concerns. He was only grateful for being released. How could he be rescued? And let the other party be punished?
So, when the chief and assistant examiner trotted over with disheveled clothes on his stomach and panting heavily, Song Nian quickly saluted and pleaded guilty, taking all the charges of destroying the door of No. [-] room.

The other candidates who were released, no matter what they thought in their hearts, they couldn't be said to be the fault of the patrol team at this time.At that time, even if he was lucky enough to not be punished, he would lose his good reputation in front of these competitors, so he also recognized it.

But the situation is not too bad, anyway, no papers have been issued, the possibility of cheating is not high, and the officials are also afraid that many people will die.

So the examiner who stood in the middle took a deep look at Song Nian who was speaking first, and without saying much, he waved his hand to let them find a place to stand quietly, and they have to report to the emperor what to do when the time comes. Let him decide.

The focus now must be firefighting.

Song Nian looked at the other party's eyes, and felt that this matter should not be a big deal, so he wiped his sweat and stood aside.

In such a cold day, Song Nian was anxious and afraid, but the sweat on Song Nian's forehead never stopped.

This is not possible...

Song Nian only discovered this problem after he was safe, fearing that he might catch a cold, so he hurriedly put the outermost single layer over his head.

He took it off in the number room, thinking that when the situation was at its worst, he would hold it to cover his mouth and nose to prevent being stunned by the smoke.

Now it’s useless, so just cover your head to avoid being blown by the wind.

After Song Nian finished all this, he had the time to look around.

Eh?Why is there no candidate from the room in front of him?

Song Nian and that person lined up one after the other to enter the arena. They were familiar. He still remembered that the other party was an old man in his fifties. I took a few glances.

It's not that the patrol team didn't save the other party. In fact, the examinee was the one they were going to save first.

It's a pity that the fire in his number room started from the door, so he couldn't get in at all.

We had to put out the fire first, and finally waited for the fire to die down a little before sending a person, whose head and face were covered with a soaked cloth, to rush in to rescue people.

When people were carried out, even Song Nian and the others who were not sure whether they would be punished couldn't help but lean over to see the situation.

Especially Song Nian, no matter how I think about it, I don't think it should be. I feel the heat, so why can't the other party feel it?
Once you wake up, why don't you call for help?
He leaned over and saw that this person was already unknown. The leader of the patrol team squatted down and probed the opponent's nose with his hands. After a sigh of relief, he got up and clapped his hands and replied to the examiner:

"My lord, I just passed out."

The examiner looked at the burn marks on the side of the person's body and said decisively:

"Okay, fortunately he was rescued in time, and you all worked hard, so hurry up and take him to Doctor Chen to have a look."

Anyway, he didn't die in the No. [-] room. As for whether he can survive in the future, it depends on his fate.

After the injured people were settled, the examiners turned to the rescued people, a little embarrassed, let them continue to go back, but the door of the No. room was destroyed, and they were afraid that they would secretly connect with each other.

We can only let them go to other empty rooms to rest for one night, and then ask the emperor for instructions tomorrow to decide how to deal with it.

Song Nian was the first to accept the arrangement from the adults. After saluting, he quickly went back to pack his things, and then left with the little official with the test basket in his arms.

On the other hand, the rest of the people were a little bit unwilling, thinking about begging for mercy again.

This can't help but make the examiners look at Song Nian with admiration, and always feel that he has a kind of chicness that doesn't care about fame and fortune.

In fact, it was Song Nian who was the most frightened, to the point where he realized what a Jinshi is or isn't. Today, he no longer has that kind of worldly desire.

After changing the place, Song Nian tidied up his things as usual, then lay sideways on the bed, and touched his forehead with his hands. Fortunately, he didn't have a fever.

Then go to sleep, whether it is good or bad, we will know tomorrow.

At this time, it was the third watch, and the watchman who had burned the third stick of incense, went out with a gong and a clapper like every time before, accompanied by three distant beeps, another tone of voice A calm, protracted reminder, but this time the slogan has changed:
"safe and sound."

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(End of this chapter)