Dajing actress officer

Chapter 162
"Have you heard? This time the questioner is the famous Confucian Mr. Zhou!" In front of the Imperial Academy, the busy people whispered, and the people who heard their words and watched the excitement were quite puzzled.

"Brother, who is Mr. Zhou you are talking about?" The man who looked like Rongdi asked with a thick accent. Although the man was not very happy to deal with Rongdi people, but when it comes to literature, Jing Guo is their Rongdi people ancestors.

Especially when Mr. Zhou was young, he was scolded all over the world as an invincible opponent. Rongdi has always been full of martial arts virtues, and it is indeed not as good as Jingguo in terms of culture and governance. This is also the pain point of Rongdi people.

"Mr. Zhou, you don't even know? The old man who broke into your camp 30 years ago and scolded you with a livid face, hahaha!" Everyone laughed, and the Rongdi people understood what they said at once. Who is it.

The carriage stopped firmly in front of the Hanlin Academy, an old hand protruded from the carriage, the old man with white beard and hair came down with the support of the boy, the academician of the Imperial Academy and all the officials immediately saluted him.

Zhou Qingyuan lowered his eyes slightly, he had not cared about world affairs for many years, if the emperor hadn't repeatedly asked him to come out of the mountain this time, he would never have come out to take up this tiring responsibility.

Especially when he saw the list of princes meeting, he was very reluctant. Needless to say, those in neighboring countries have poor culture and governance, and most of them can't write any good articles.

There are also a few famous young people in Jingguo, but most of them are embroidered pillows. Nangongsu and the others can read them, but they come from generals, so what good articles can they write?

"Teacher, you have really worked hard this time!" Xuezheng walked up and smiled, Zhou Qingyuan shook his head: "It's nothing but hard work, just don't make me too depressed!"

Everyone also knew the worries in his heart, and for some reason, they didn't open their mouths to refute. At this moment, the sound of horseshoes came from a distance, and Zhou Qingyuan's face was a little uneasy.

After all, he is also an elder, he is the same generation as the ancestors of these young people, even Nan Gongchang has to behave like a junior in front of him.

He turned his head to see who was so rude, but when he saw Nangong Xing with a sly look on his face, and Nangong Su who was full of apologies, he shook his head helplessly.

"Grandpa Zhou, the juniors are late!" Nangong Su rolled off his horse. Because there were too many people blocking their way, they hurried but they were still a step late.

Sun Zhihou on the side lowered his head silently. His father had visited Zhou Qingyuan before when he was brought to Beijing, and he had told him that he was an elm head. He only knew how to fight but not poetry. How could such a person be a good general.

Because of this sentence, Sun Zhihou was always afraid of seeing Zhou Qingyuan. When he learned yesterday that he was the chief examiner of the essay test, he immediately knew that he was finished.

Not to mention whether the books he read could be caught by Zhou Qingyuan's eyes, just looking at him, he would have a cold sweat on his back, let alone writing articles, I'm afraid it would be difficult for him to speak.

Nan Gongxing didn't look away at all, walked up to hold Zhou Qingyuan's arm, and said with a smile: "Grandpa Zhou, you will definitely not blame us, right?"

While talking, she blinked at Zhou Qingyuan, Zhou Qingyuan shook his head helplessly: "You are exactly like your mother, that's all, just pretend that I'm afraid of you, let's go!"

"Oh, Grandpa Zhou, from what you said, it seems that I don't know how to be polite!" Nan Gongxing pouted, Zhou Qingyuan rolled his eyes, and even Xuezheng beside him had a smile on his face.

All the officials present knew Nangong Xing's true identity, and they all knew what Zhou Qingyuan said, especially Xuezheng, who was often teased by Huai Xiaoling when he was the princess who had assisted Zhou Qingyuan.

In the past, the famous witch in the capital was Huai Xiaoling. Since she married Nan Gongchang, many people have breathed a sigh of relief, including her teacher Zhou Qingyuan.

In class before, Huai Xiaoling teased him at every turn and tied his beard together, but he liked this aura-filled little girl so much that he couldn't bear to scold her.

"Okay, if you go on like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to hide your identity, so go back!" Zhou Qingyuan glanced at Nangong Xing.

Of course he knew that Nangong Xing changed his identity to participate in the talent conference, but he always thought it was Nangongchang who was playing tricks, but he didn't know that it was actually Nangongsu's idea.

However, she has always been dissatisfied with Nangongchang, but Zhou Qingyuan, who is valued by Huai Xiaoling's children, naturally blames Nangongchang, which is purely normal.

"Young masters, please take your seats, and the first exam question will be announced next!" After Zhou Qingyuan sat down, Xuezheng cleared his throat and said while standing in the majestic Imperial Academy.

Since the destruction of the Three Kingdoms, Jingguo has attached great importance to cultural governance, so the construction of the Imperial Academy also refers to the style of the Northern Wei Dynasty in the past, and it is more luxurious than the imperial palace.

The courtyard where they took the exam this time covers more than ten acres, and this is just the first time they entered the courtyard, so as soon as they entered, Zhou Fengjing and the others were all shocked.

Nanazuo took a deep look into the distance, Jingguo attaches so much importance to culture and governance, but still retains an extremely large army, how can the finances afford it?

Jingguo's Minister of the Household Department has always been mysterious. Even Nanazuo doesn't know the name of the leader of the Household Department. He only knows that he is one of the heroes who once destroyed the Three Kingdoms.

"Cough, Third Highness, can you hear the exam questions clearly?" Xuezheng coughed at this time, Huai Qingqiao thought he was talking about him, but found that Xuezheng was looking at Nanazuo, and then he smiled mockingly.

Sure enough, Rong Di was still Rong Di, he always bathed in monkeys and did not understand etiquette.

Nanazuo came back to his senses: "Master Xuezheng, this time the exam questions are about seasons, but the seasons in the grasslands and the Central Plains are different. Is it unfair to us?"

There is nothing wrong with Nanazuo's statement. After all, Jingguo has always been xenophobic, and Rong Di lives in the grassland, and the climate he sees is different from that of the Central Plains. How should we evaluate it?

Xuezheng frowned slightly, but he didn't expect this. Just as several people from the neighboring countries were preparing to attack in groups, Zhou Qingyuan on the side slowly put down his teacup: "The evaluation is done by the old man. Do you have any questions, Third Highness?"

"Since Mr. Zhou said so, this junior has no doubts." Nana still had a smile on his left face. He really had no good way to deal with such an old antique like Zhou Qingyuan.

Zhou Qingyuan traveled all over the mountains and rivers when he was young, and left his footprints in the north and south of the world. Although the scenery on the grassland is different, he has also visited that kind of scenery, so it is naturally enough to judge.

Just because Nana Zuo didn't speak, it doesn't mean that another person with a bad temper didn't speak. He could only hear Zhou Fengjing cursing: "What kind of bird poetry, I can't write!"

"It's okay not to write, as long as the test is zero!" Zhou Qingyuan said unhurriedly, and Zhou Feng sat up immediately, he had never received such treatment in his life.

"Old man, if you want to die, just say so, I will give you a good time!" Zhou Fengjing cursed directly, and all the officials present glared at each other.

What is Zhou Qingyuan's status?Even if Rongdi Khan came to Jingguo to see him, he would bow down and salute him. Of course, only the southern barbarians would do such a mindless thing.

"Crazy Zhou, if you want to die, just say so!" Sun Zhihou squinted his eyes slightly, and dared to speak nonsense to Zhou Qingyuan. Does Zhou Fengjing not want to leave Jingguo?
If he wanted to attack him, he would definitely wish for it. It would be extremely enjoyable to let this deadly enemy die in his hands.

Nana Zuo watched with cold eyes, Murong Hai was the same, no one thought of writing poetry for a while, instead they all watched the fun, only Nangongsu brother and sister were still writing hard.

Zhou Qingyuan didn't respond. First, he didn't bother to answer Zhou Fengjing. Second, he had experienced so much life and death in his life. What was Zhou Fengjing's threat?
He didn't back down even when the sword and ax were added to his body. Being old doesn't mean he's afraid of death. He's never been afraid of death, let alone in Jingguo's territory now.

"Disturbing the examination room for no reason, you don't need to take the next two written tests, just drag them out!" Zhou Qingyuan picked up an ancient book and flipped through it, this feeling of being ignored was the most irritating.

Zhou Fengjing had such a surly personality, he knocked down more than ten people with his fists, and was about to teach Zhou Qingyuan a lesson, but Sun Zhihou stopped him.

"Get out of the way!" Zhou Fengjing said coldly, Sun Zhihou ignored his threat, just in the past few days he has learned a set of marksmanship, now let him try.

The literary test suddenly turned into a martial test, and the officials of the Hanlin Academy present all frowned tightly. How could it be proper to go on like this, but Zhou Qingyuan read the book quietly and didn't make a sound to dissuade them, which made them a little confused.

The two of them on the other side have already started fighting, Nanazuo and the others are watching their competition with relish, even Meng Qing has been staring at the battle situation over there.

But here Xiang Nan Gongsu wrote the last word, a smile appeared on his face, and after reading it himself, he picked up the paper and put it in front of Zhou Qingyuan.

Not long after Nan Gongxing finished writing, Zhou Qingyuan put down the book and said, "Your father is not very good, but the state of mind he taught you is very good."

"Yeye thunder and lightning, restlessness, father taught us that we must be calm first, which is the foundation of all things." Nangongsu laughed softly, and everyone present nodded slightly.

Only then did Zhou Qingyuan look down at the poems and essays written by the two of them, savoring them for a moment and shaking his head: "The only way is that one person moaned and flirted with coquettishness, and the other was pretentious and false. How would I evaluate such a work?"

Even in the face of Nangongsu and Nangongsu, Zhou Qingyuan was still impolite when speaking, and if his writing was not good, it was not good. Even if he said that Nangongsu had a brilliant literary talent, in his eyes, it was just an affectation.

"It's okay, it's just Grandpa Zhou, the incense is almost gone." Nangong Xing didn't care much about being reprimanded, but there was a deep smile on his little face.

Only then did everyone realize that the time for a stick of incense had passed.

(End of this chapter)