Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

It took a whole day for Su Mu to finish writing an article. Although the second question had been drafted, he felt extremely entangled. He always felt that something was wrong. He suddenly became a little depressed: I was just a little teacher in my previous life , all living beings, one ordinary person.In ancient times, without a golden finger, he was still an ordinary person, so how could he compare with the elites of this era?

However, this test still has to continue!

After reading the manuscript for a long time, I wanted to revise it, but I couldn't write it down.

Su Mu was annoyed in his heart, and cursed rudely: Count the ball, don't care, if you fail, you will fail!

Then he ate a piece of pancake out of breath and lay down on the bed.

After a tiring day, I immediately fell asleep.

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At this time, in the Zhigong Hall, the deputy chief examiner named Daohua looked at Yang Tinghe with fire in his eyes, watching his posture, if Master Yang didn't give a satisfactory answer, he would not give up.

Another co-examiner was timid and quietly tugged on his sleeve.

The examiner named Dao Hua waved his sleeves: "What are you trying to do with me? A gentleman is magnanimous and can tell others everything. Mr. Yang, I hope you are the same."

Yang Tinghe didn't expect this person to be so strong, he is a bachelor of the Imperial Academy and the future emperor's teacher.

There may not be no possibility of joining the cabinet in the future, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a prime minister.

Although his current rank is not high, the officials in the frontier are still polite when they see him.

He admired the integrity of this examiner, knowing that this person is a gentleman.

However, since this matter involves the crown prince, and may even involve the emperor, it is naturally not easy to tell others.

He replied: "I have read the seven articles in this paper carefully, the format is correct, and the righteousness is clearly explained."

The deputy examiner named Daohua asked again: "But the words and sentences are a little rough, or even the words don't express the meaning?"

Yang Tinghe stroked his beard and said lightly: "The sentence is beautiful and timeless, very subtle."

Although his face was expressionless, he answered very calmly.

"Okay, okay, okay!" The examiner named Daohua laughed angrily at Yang Tinghe's words, and said yes three times in a row: "Since there is no problem with the meaning and format, the words and sentences are also very good. Even if such a paper cannot Beiding is the first name, and one can always get the name of a person. How come Mr. Yang wants to brush it down? I don’t know, so I ask you to explain it.”

"No need." Yang Tinghe looked even more calm, even with a look of disdain.

The voice called Daohua became louder: "Master Yang, let me ask the chief examiner of this issue of Beizhili, do you have the right to intervene in this matter?"

"You have no power." Although Yang Tinghe is just an ordinary academician of the Imperial Academy, he has been counseling government affairs by the emperor's side all day long, holding secrets in his hands, and has begun to assume the aura of being the chief minister of the cabinet. Full of majesty.

After finishing speaking, he shut his mouth and leaned his body back on the chair.

Pursing the corners of his mouth, a face with Chinese characters appeared sharp and resolute in the flickering lights.

"You!" The vice-examiner named Daohua blushed from being stimulated by Yang Tinghe, and was about to explode.

Another deputy chief examiner saw that the situation was not good, so he hurriedly stopped him: "Dao Hua, Dao Hua, chief examiner Yang must have his reasons for doing this."

After finishing speaking, he asked Yang Tinghe in a low voice: "Examiner Yang, is there any reason?"

"I don't have any reason, I just don't like this paper." Yang Tinghe waved his hand, "This paper is just playing with rhetoric and writing. It's not the right way. A gentleman should keep his words and deeds carefully, and the article should put spirit first. It’s enough to express your ideas, but this person is suspected of showing off.”

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes.

"Far-fetched, far-fetched!" The assistant examiner named Dao Hua sneered, "According to Mr. Yang, the writing is good but it's wrong?"

Yang Tinghe still closed his eyes: "In the grand ceremony of talents, the most important thing is virtue. If one judges a scholar based on the quality of his writing, Li Bai should have been in the position of prime minister long ago. In the imperial examinations of the Tang and Song Dynasties, poetry was used to select scholars. Good writing does not necessarily mean the ability to govern the country. Therefore, I, Da Ming, took the words of the sage and Zhu Zi’s commentary on stereotyped articles as the standard, and the test was based on the examinee’s grasp of the righteousness of the sage. Otherwise, according to you, good writing should be In the middle, there is no need to hold the imperial examination. It only needs to hold a few poetry meetings every year, and if the poems are well written, there will be officials."

He spoke slowly, with a hint of a lesson in his tone.

The assistant examiner named Daohua finally broke out: "Yang Tinghe, I don't know why you can't see this paper. Such a talented paper, because of your unreasonable reasons, you lost your name to Sun Shan, and even ruined it in ten years. , Absurd, absurd. I will definitely go to court and impeach you!"

Yang Tinghe slowly opened his eyes: "Yes, this is also your duty, but this paper cannot be taken, so let it be!"

"You..." The deputy chief examiner named Daohua "you" for a long time, then flicked his sleeves: "I will write the notes, and report today's situation to the imperial court according to the facts."

He also knew that this impeachment paper would probably not be of any use, not because of Yang Tinghe's noble status, but because as a master examiner, if he took a questionable paper, maybe others would have something to say.But it's his right to brush someone down, and there are some reasons, even if it's "not to your taste".

It's hard for others to say anything.

This is the rule of the examination room, and the rule is to be followed.

As big as a mountain.

Seeing the back of the examiner named Daohua, the other deputy chief examiner was a little dazed, and kept shouting: "Daohua, Daohua, why did you leave, you have something to say!"

The examiner named Daohua replied from a distance: "The way is different, so we don't conspire with each other!"

The chief examiner and deputy chief examiner made such a fuss, the other examiners, yamen servants, and the book office all looked trembling and pale.In the examination halls of the provincial examinations since the Kingdom of China, the chief and deputy chief examiners are incompatible with each other, which is still the worst.They acted this one, how should the next paper be judged?

The deputy examiner was about to chase after him and pull Dao Hua back. He was old and cowardly, so he was naturally a kind person, and he didn't want to see this scene.

Yang Tinghe snorted: "Let him go."

"Examiner Yang."

"I said, let him go." Yang Tinghe stood up: "You and I will arrange the rankings, and set up Cao Yuan early. I haven't slept all day and night, so good morning."

"It's... the chief examiner."

Soon, under the auspices of Yang Tinghe, the [-] papers that were initially admitted were screened out.

As for Cao Yuan, it fell on a thick and simple paper.

In fact, not only this Caoyuan scroll, but also more than 190 other scrolls have the same style, in a sense.The selection style of the Beizhili Township Examination this time is very conservative and lifeless.

After finishing all this, it was already midnight.

The deputy examiner only felt his legs were sore and his feet were weak, and he kept patting his waist with his hands.

Looking at Yang Tinghe, still full of energy, he was standing in front of the long case, holding his sleeve with his left hand, and scribbling with his right hand, filling out the list one by one on an official document.

If the admitted scholars do not have major problems in the next two examination papers, they should be determined to be candidates.

However, up to the present position, neither Yang Tinghe nor the deputy chief examiner knows who they have admitted, and who are the names of the two hundred lucky candidates.

So far, what Yang Tinghe has recorded are only examination paper numbers such as "Tianyi" and "Second", which are called signature numbers.

According to the system of the examination room, the papers of the last two rounds had to be reviewed, and after the final verdict, the seal was unsealed in the presence of the special invigilator, Mi Feng and other outer curtain officials.Then check the sign number, the test paper will be valid only if the sign number matches the test room.The last step is to fill in the name of the Chinese candidate on the list.

Seeing that Yang Tinghe was so capable, the deputy chief examiner deliberately eased the tense atmosphere just now.

He smiled and said, "Master Yang is in his early forties this year, right?"

Yang Tinghe: "Two out of forty."

Deputy chief examiner: "The lower official is thirty-seven years old, but after staying up for two days and one night, he feels as if he has lost his airs. It can't be compared with chief examiner Yang, whose face is still full of red light."

Yang Tinghe: "It's nothing, it's done through practice."

The deputy chief examiner was surprised: "From practice?"

Yang Tinghe: "I accompany Your Majesty on a daily basis. Today, the Holy Majesty is a first-class and diligent person in the world. The ministers handed over each of the papers. Every piece has to be read in person. The supervisor of ceremonies is nothing. For reviewing in the Imperial Study Room, from morning to midnight, the daily rest time does not add up to two hours. I have been with His Majesty for two years, and I am already used to it."

The deputy chief examiner was stunned: It is true that today's son is a diligent king of Yao and Shun. This Lord Yang has a bright future, and he looks majestic on weekdays, but he doesn't want to be so tiring with official duties.I only sleep for two hours a day, and I feel terrible when I think about it these days.It can be seen that when the sky is about to place a great responsibility on people, they must first work their muscles and bones, and what they said is true!