Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 145 Palace Exam
At that time, the sun was shining brightly, and the saint ascended the temple.

Outside the Chaoyang Hall, more than a hundred low tables are arranged vertically and horizontally, and the four treasures of the study are all fully prepared.

As far as the eye can see, there is a royal road with Yunlong steps, on which nine flying and circling dragons are carved.

Around the rivers and rivers for thousands of miles, soaring into the misty fairy palace.

On the top of the jade steps, there is a gold-plated nine-bead dragon chair, on which Emperor Zhao sat upright, not angry but majestic.

On both sides of the side, there are hundreds of officials.

Jiang Xian glanced at the sundial on the platform, and declared loudly, "The auspicious time has come, and the tributes will enter the palace."

Hundreds of students, wearing commoner clothes, went to the Golden Palace.

"The sons who can step into the palace test are all talented. Today, I will give you a test. I hope you will answer the paper carefully and live up to everyone's expectations."

"Follow the Holy Word."

Emperor Zhao smiled again and again, and waved his hand to call Jiang Xian to come over.

After Jiang Xian heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then quickly stood on the platform and said loudly, "Your Majesty bestowed the title: Treasures govern the country."

Baozhong ruled the country?What is treasure?

As soon as this question came up, not only the hundreds of commoner students were dumbfounded, but also the officials did not understand what the saint meant.

The sundial counted the time, and the papers were collected at noon.

Lu Zhiting knelt on the futon, he didn't start to write vigorously after hearing the topic, instead he held his breath and sat quietly thinking.

Yan Huaijin, who was in the front seat, heard the question, chuckled and picked up the pen.

Standing on the steps, Wang Yuzhou secretly gestured towards the ministers behind him.

Three columns and five columns.

Six columns and four columns.

Seven columns and two columns.

These are all people under their own sect.

Those staff members understood, and when they graded the test papers later, they had to deliberately put some water on these students.

The Right Prime Minister's Mansion is extremely powerful, and now more than half of the civil servants in this court are attached to the Wang family.

It's easy to crush a Lu Jialang to death.

Emperor Zhao took a full view of his tricks without composure, and murderous intent was hidden between his sharp brows.

He looked at His Highness's commoner students with great interest, and saw that the group of young men were sitting at their desks meditating, but only one of them sat quietly with his eyes closed.

"Jiang Xian, why doesn't that child not write?" Emperor Zhao waved his palm, pointing at Lu Zhiting at the bottom of the hall.

Jiang Xian was about to respond, but he heard a banter in his ear.

"I'm afraid that child can't do it?" Wang Yuzhou sarcastically stroked his beard, causing many civil servants beside him to laugh too.

Li Que frowned upon hearing this.

He naturally recognized that the person in the crowd who had been slow to start writing was none other than Lu Jia Dalang.

It seems that it was right not to betroth Qiong'er to him at that time.

After climbing into the Golden Palace, he was stupefied with fright. Seeing that the time was running out, he hadn't written an answer yet.

Looking at him like that, he was already planning to give up.

Li Que sneered twice in his heart, and staggered his eyes.

Jiang Xian squinted his eyes at Wang Yuzhou, leaned down and whispered in Emperor Zhao's ear, "That's the eldest son of the Lu family."

Emperor Zhao stroked his chin, and took a deep look at Lu Zhiting.

Lu Jialang, please don't let me down.

"Who is number one on the Chunwei Tribute List?" Emperor Zhao asked Jiang Xian.

"There are two spring shows this year. One is Gu He from Suzhou, and the other is Yan Huaijin, the son of Minister of the Ministry of War." Jiang Xian Fuchen waved ahead, and lightly tapped two places, which was an introduction for Emperor Zhao.

Emperor Zhao glanced at His Royal Highness' young master Pianpian, and saw that his expression was as usual, and he wrote calmly, as if this topic couldn't help him at all.

"Go and see, what is written on his roll."

Jiang Xian agreed with a smile, and walked down the golden hall with a whisk.

When he came back, he was in good spirits.

"It's unbelievable, it's unbelievable." Jiang Xian panted with a smile, and lightly patted his chest, "Your Majesty doesn't know, but that young master of the Yan family is really an amazing talent, and the articles he wrote really stunned the slaves." .”

Emperor Zhao raised his eyebrows with disbelief on his face.

He didn't expect that Yan Xun, that old bastard, left a treasure for himself?
"I didn't expect Director Jiang to be in a deep palace, and he is also very knowledgeable." Wang Yuzhou twirled the wrench on his thumb and said indifferently.

Jiang Xian hurriedly apologized, "Birds fly away with phoenixes, and people are virtuous and self-exalting. The Prime Minister on the right is really flattering the old slaves. This is all from being around His Majesty."

It depends on the owner to beat a dog, not to mention that Jiang Xian is still a dog beside Long.

That's three points more powerful than a tiger biting a man.

Wang Yuzhou was so choked by him that he couldn't speak, and turned around with a sneer.

Seeing that it was almost time to close the paper, Lu Zhiting was still sitting upright, unwilling to write for a long time.

Emperor Zhao was a little annoyed, what exactly is Lu Jialang going to do?

Could it be that his own general question stumped him?

Then you shouldn't just give up like this!

Not only Emperor Zhao was impatient, but also Li Que looked towards Lu Zhiting from time to time.

"Which family is that son? You still haven't written yet?" Some civil servants seemed to have noticed the handsome man sitting quietly like a clock.

Above the jade steps, all the ministers talked about it.

Now in the Golden Palace, there are still people who don't write a word?
For a moment, Lu Zhiting caught everyone's attention.

Curious, speculative, sarcastic.

Only the Ninth Prince Yingsu, with a calm expression, played with the sandalwood beads on his wrist from the beginning to the end.

"Report to the right minister, that is the eldest son of the Lu family." Lin Youzhi, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, approached with a smile and answered in confusion.

When he said this, all the officials and ministers began to discuss.

It seemed like a pot had exploded.

"The Lu family? But that Duke Lu's mansion?" Wang Yuzhou was surprised, and then added sarcastically, "It seems that this Lu family's junior is still nothing special."

As soon as these words were spoken, Emperor Zhao's face suddenly darkened.

The big palm slapped the armrest of the dragon chair forcefully, "Shut up, everyone."

The ministers kept silent, but Wang Yuzhou sneered.

Such a useless Lu Jialang deserves to be suppressed by himself?

It seems that his expectations for Duke Lu's mansion are too high.

After the dragon chair, the princes also fought secretly.

Ying Qi smiled and stood beside Ying Su jokingly, "Ninth Brother, it seems that the Lu family is really useless."

Ying Su raised her eyebrows and glanced at him, "The fourth prince is in a hurry to make a conclusion before the play is finished?"

He always felt that this matter was not that simple.

Lu Jia Dalang seems to be deciding what to do.
There is still a quarter of an hour before the volume is closed.

Lu Zhiting moved.

He rubbed the ink in a calm manner, as if he was about to start writing.

But with so little time left, that's enough.

Beside him, many commoner students laughed.

At this time, there is still a fart for pretending.

In a quarter of an hour, he couldn't even write half a page of this paper.

Yan Huaijin put down her pen.

The three thousand words are eloquent and eloquent, all of which are painstaking efforts to govern the country.

He raised his eyes and looked towards Lu Zhiting, his expression was as indifferent as water, without the slightest hint of sarcasm.

After finishing the ink, Lu Zhiting picked up the pen and dipped it in the juice.

"I wrote it, I wrote it." Jiang Xian clenched his hands tightly and said happily to Emperor Zhao.

Emperor Zhao naturally saw it, and just about to stretch his brows, but felt something was wrong.
Lu Jia Dalang's brush strokes are unrestrained and unrestrained. It doesn't look like he's writing, but rather like... he's painting?

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