Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

The organizer Cui Mou, ten instructors, and several judges who came back to play were afraid to show up. They silently gestured to the named organizer Cui Qi, and quickly wrote to remind him to go out and present to the instructor.

Fortunately, Cui Qi was clever, lowered his voice on the spot, and calmly said behind the screen: "Now the tutors have gone back. We are all workers and musicians who clean things up here, and we can't comment on the husband. But I can see the essence of Mr. Wencai. It’s righteous and awe-inspiring. It’s not a person who defrauded the painting, and there is no need to verify his identity. You only need to register the name outside to prove that the painting has been taken.

He quickly changed the clothes left by the musicians, went out to ask Assistant Xie to sit down, and went to another lounge to ask Diao Chan to present the award.

Fortunately, those beauties like today's new dress and are not willing to remove makeup and change clothes. The young lady dressed as Diao Chan quickly turned out, holding a picture scroll, dragging a long miscellaneous quilt and streamers, floating past like a goddess and presenting an award to Assistant Xie.

Assistant Professor Xie steadily and politely thanked him. He took the scroll and opened it and looked at it. Then he picked up his pen to write his name on the registration paper and wrote a masterpiece. He bowed his hands to everyone behind the screen: He wrote a poem to prove his identity. If anyone doubts, show him the poem."

He turned and left, "Diao Chan" took a few steps away, staring at him after he came out of the stage gate, knocking on the screen, with a little smile, and said wittyly: "The son is gone, the tutors can Out."

The mentors finally settled in their hearts and went out to take a look at Mr. Xie's poem. Seeing that the poem is still chanting ancient words and aspirations, it is written in a more ancient style than chanting beautiful people, and there is nothing hidden in that I have recognized them. Waiting for the meaning of the autumn to settle accounts, it is more calm and complimented. Cui Qi is not afraid of change, and he is not afraid of danger, saving everyone from water and fire:

"Today's affairs are due to the quick response of Cui Shao's boss, who went out in time to stop the teaching assistant, otherwise if we meet twice, how will we end up!"

"It's not bad, I just relied on Cui Qi's little brother. Before we commented on the stage, there was a screen in front, and a water tank was buried under the stage. After the sound came out, it was slightly different from usual, not so easy to recognize. But. If you talk like this in the room—"

"Hehe, we can recognize the instructor, and the instructor will naturally recognize us."

"It's still too careless. Today, Ju'anzhai holds such a big garden party, and it is not the place where officials are prohibited from entering and leaving by the imperial order. There must be no official honors. Then it is impossible to say who the winner is. ."

The so-called being bitten by a snake once, ten years afraid of well rope. The supervisors did not dare to stay on the stage anymore. They asked people to see that all the tourists in the yard were indeed cleared, so they carried the lights, walked through the corner door and returned to the small courtyard on the east side, and ordered a few jars of wine to celebrate before they escaped. By the way, I'll send off to Jieyuan's uncle.

After all, the next day was not a day off, and they didn't dare to drink too much. They quickly got up from the bed before the five shift, and got in the cart and wandered all the way back to the Imperial College. Not only did he not be late to the prison, but he went early. Xuezheng also nodded in approval at them.

The eighth day of the eighth day of the eighth day is another day for lectures: in the morning it is the "University" that honors Master Qiu Jiu, and in the afternoon it is Lin Jiancheng who is giving the "Poetry". They only like to listen to the lectures and take notes. It doesn't matter if it's worse.

But when it was time to copy the notes, many people rubbed their foreheads and sighed: "When will Ju'anzhai print out the colored notes that you have edited, it will save us from copying so hard. It's not as neat and clear as your copy."

Cui Xie himself wished that he could bring a color copier to pass through, and he just chuckled, "I want to ask them to print, but this is a handout for Lord Jiu, how can we as students print it privately?"

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A few glances passed through the classroom partition and fell to Li Xingtang: "I heard that Fei Juren is the nephew of Master Si Ye, and now he is studying with Si Ye again..."

What if he could talk to the teacher and allow them to pass the printed notes privately? Even if it is not possible to print Qiu Jijiu, it is good to print Fei Siye! Anyhow, they commented on poems together yesterday, and they asked Assistant Xie to block behind the screen. They were almost caught, and they were considered friendship.

Anyway, Cui Xie was the one who was copied and printed, so he didn't get involved in this matter. After a little time, he paid close attention to sleeping, got up and listened to Lin Jiancheng's "Xing", "Guan", "Group" and "Resentment" of the Book of Songs.

After returning home in the evening, Cui Xie hurriedly summoned Cui Qi, the treasurer and the accountant in the store to settle accounts.

Start with the investment in the tent, and write the same input on the plain note: "Rent the garden for these two days, hire someone to clean, serve, decorate the lights, tables and chairs, colorful silk decorations, invite prostitutes, theatrical troupe, and sing. , Nvxian'er, Mr. Storyteller, dressing, heading... it cost nearly three hundred taels. I still can’t get anything back when I invest the money. We have to pay for a reputation out of our pockets, but don’t want to rent it. The guesthouses give visitors, rent stalls and stoves for those who sell food, bring and sell some fresh vegetables, meat, homemade tea, and milk snacks that our family gets from the farm, and all the capital is earned!"

After that, Cui Qi flipped through the voting book and reported: "The pre-voting started in early July. In these seven days, it can be said that the guests who bought our hardcover version of the Three Kingdoms have all come to vote, and only received more than 1,500. A book seal ticket. Everyone returned to the city in the evening, just the one who visited the garden on the No. 100, and voted for another three hundred tickets. This is nearly one thousand two hundred silvers that have been credited again..."

He asked the figures on the book to shook his breath, and asked in a puzzled voice: "Why doesn't the son tell them to use it during the day?"

During the day...beautiful makeup can't help but behold.

Cui Xie smiled and shook his head: "You also watched the five beauties' singing and dancing in the evening. If in the daytime, would you be able to perform such a confusing atmosphere? Not to mention that although there are many people during the day, there is a lot of excitement. Those who spend less money are those who are willing to stay out of the city at night who are rich and free."

Those who can go out of the city to sleep in other people's homes at night, except for the instructors and judges who are treated as guests, are the prodigal sons who often spend a lot of money in the powder, and they are really willing to spend money to hold idols.

If he hadn't used the imperial examination, he would have established a Ming Dynasty 48 Women's League. A single will be released today, a concert will be held tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow will play zajus, legends, and the year-end finale...you have to clean up the fan wallet.

After calculating the face income, the shopkeeper reported to him the sales status of the large poster. Because such a large picture is combined with printing and drawing, the drawing speed is extremely slow. They started preparing nearly two months ago, and they have only published more than 60 pictures so far, and only a three-cent deposit is charged for the rest. , And ship it in the future.

After summarizing the income, the treasurer Ji asked again: “The post-Zhen Zhang asked Cheng Tang’s master to send a servant to take it away. He wrote the closing book and used the seal. It’s okay, but Mr. Shuixi didn’t come to take it today. , Xiao Qiao painted by the son is still hanging on the wall."

Two poems that were unclaimed last night, Cui Qi asked people to write posters and put them on the outer wall of Ju'anzhai when he returned. He only waited for Mr. Shuixi and Chengtang laymen to send someone to invite them.

Chengtang's family took the portrait of the Zhen family early, but Mr. Shuixi never came. Although there are a few who claim to be "Mr. Shuixi", the poems they leave behind are all ancient, and the style is very different from the original, fresh and beautiful, and the handwriting is not right, so they dare not paint.

He handed those poems to Cui Xie and asked him to appraise them from a student of his country.

Cui Xie picked it up and looked at it. It turned out that they were all popular Taige style poems, which were different from Mr. Shuixi's poems chanting Xiaoqiao, which was as beautiful as a pear blossom.

He took a plain paper and said, “I’ll take these photos back to the prison and show them to my classmates. As for Mr. Shuixi...you can write a few more notices with the title “Ju’an Zhai Looking for the Number One Talent”. Copy his poems in large letters, and then write in small letters the meaning of our study's search for the poem leader of the "Three Kingdoms". It should be simple and simple, without any fragrant words, only the meaning of our study respecting talented people."

The shopkeeper often writes notices to the store. These routines are familiar, so he nodded in response to the matter.

He wrote several manuscripts overnight, and compared them with the co-authored by The Tent and Cui Qi, adding changes, and finally finalized the manuscript in the middle of the night. In the morning, I was anxious to ask my buddy to take the whole piece of white paper and copy it down. The four characters "Mr. Shuixi" and the poem were written in a big way, and the ink was so reflective that it was pasted all over the city before dawn.

This poem has made a splash at the beauty pageant, and Huajie Liuxiang has been sung early. Now it’s called Ju’anzhai and it’s all over the street, and it’s even more popular. Scholars passing by will comment on a few words when they see it. They only sigh that they don’t have that talent, and hate this person as cold as iron. The picture of Xiao Qiao, whom I see pity, led home.

And in a restaurant not far from the missing person notice, a young Tsing Yi official in his early twenties was smilingly asking the older, thirty-year-old official beside him: "That study is really a place of integrity, no People who go to pick up paintings have to write special notices to find people. His paintings imitating Cui Meiren are also considered to be a must-have today. Does Li Xueshi really ask people to bring them back?"

The bachelor looked at the crowd commenting on poems outside the building before the notice, smiled faintly, and said nonchalantly: "Small things are not a masterpiece, and they can't afford the name of the number one talent. Just call them. Keep it at home. Although the painting is good, I still don't want to bear the nickname of a joke for Zhang Huaer."

The young official shook his head: "There is a saying in the set of "Six Talents Point School Three Kingdoms", "It is a real celebrity who is self-professed." This is the case for bachelors. The first place is also judged by others. Why do you have to be humble? My poem is not as good as a bachelor's. Without this opportunity, if I was lucky enough to be judged at the top, I would take it away in public like the idler in the book room."

Xueshi Li smiled: "After all, Jie Fu is young and does not fear the world's leisurely mouth, but I have spent many years in the imperial court, and I don't have such a spirit."

The true first talents put down the painting and refused to ask for it, but many people who want this title and want this painting cannot.

The restaurant was adjacent to the Hanlin Academy, and the editor Wan Hongbi in the courtyard looked at the notice on the wall that the study left the picture of Yongzang Xiaoqiao for Shikui, his face wrinkled sourly, and said, "A good portrait is not What's the use of keeping it for the sour text if you know it's sold!"

An editor beside him greeted him with a smile, and said with a smile: "If Brother Wan can see this picture, he has ordered a few pictures at his house as early as the next day, and he will send them to his house in the evening for adults to enjoy."

Wan Hongbi smiled and looked at the poem disdainfully and said: "I dare not take what my brother loves. I asked someone to buy those paintings a long time ago. When we talk, I just can't bear the pretends Joe's scholar!"

As early as that day at the garden party, he had asked someone to buy a full set of beauty pictures and came back. He held it for a few days, and then asked someone to install it and send it to honor his grandfather.

Wan Shoufu is busy with official duties on weekdays, but he does not have an idling calligraphy and painting shop like his grandson. It is really the first time I have seen such a beautiful picture of the same body. I can’t help but sigh: “I heard that Chen Ying’s family had such a big picture of the same body. , I look like a baby, I can’t bear to borrow it. I don’t think that the old man will see such a beautiful picture today."

The maids were eager to compare with the people in the paintings. They looked at people and the paintings under the light. They felt that the people on the pictures were more gentle and beautiful, and their eyes were bright and bright, setting these living people who could talk and move into A vulgar fan.

Wan Hongbi sighed, "This is really a fairy in the painting, and I am going to walk down at any time. The imitation picture still has this level, how wonderful is the original Cui Meiren's original work?" He suddenly thought: "Grandfather" How do you feel, can you enjoy it? Do you want to join the emperor..."

Wan An was immersing himself in the painting, and suddenly asked his grandson to shout back to God, and all of a sudden his interest disappeared. But facing the only precious grandson, he was also reluctant to get angry, waved his hand and said: "You are easy to see the son of the day, and the paintings are easy to send in? Your grandfather, the elder, has not seen the son of heaven. This thing can only be forwarded to the eunuch, but only a few pictures are too thin..."

Wan Hongbi asked urgently: "Grandfather is the first assistant, and if there is a good painting, he will be the first to offer it. If the second assistant is called to preempt the first——"

Wan An finally looked at his grandson with a stern look: "You can talk about Liu Cifu? Don't even think about it, that's not the person you should talk about! Leave the paintings and paintings, you go back, the old man himself Think of ways to!"

This silly grandson really regarded himself as the son of the child prodigy in Liu Hui's family, and opened his mouth to give things to the palace. Is it easy to send such conspicuous things?

After the grandson left, Wan An called the old steward who had followed him for many years to come back and asked him how much the painting cost.

After learning that he was only a dozen silver pieces, he put out his thoughts of sending the hanging scroll into the palace, and admired it for a while. The painting really became more beautiful the more you looked at it, the more agile the people in the painting, the more aroused the endless desire for creation. He spread out an origami memorial paper and wrote after Qianliang’s business: "The minister will get a beautiful picture. , The lack of day-viewing, a beautiful woman suddenly dreams at night, watching its color, just like the person in the day-time picture. Tactfully, the skin is smooth and greasy..."

It was written and remembered that the beloved concubine used a new kind of soap in the past two days. The fragrance is faint, and the paper wrapped in the soap is also printed with a shy beauty in red. He hastened to tell the young man: "Take the big piece of your grandmother Lu Take a piece of scented soap and ask the one who wears the wedding gown to peek at people with his head down."

The soap paper was not very hard, and the picture was of the right size. It was just glued to the memorial, so he asked someone to take the scissors to cut the picture carefully and paste it on the back of the memorial.

Wan Shoufu's masterpiece entered the palace, and the emperor Chenghua would like to personally appreciate it. His zhezi usually sees the bedclothes in the pen and ink room, but this time it is directly matched with the picture, and the bright red color suddenly penetrates the eyes of the emperor.

The emperor said in surprise: "This is not, Gao Liang..."

The high **** hurried forward to wait. The emperor "padi" closed the memorial, tucked it into his sleeve, shook his head and said, "I, I mean that the Da Qiao you offered to paint is good. He painted, everyone learns it, and then paints something else. I don't recognize it anymore."

The **** Gao smiled and said: "The emperor praised them like this, that study is really a blessing accumulated in the previous life. The slave servant heard that the father and son of this Ju'anzhai were the servants of the original Cui Xie Cui case chief, and later served him in the countryside. Reading, he had a deep affection and told him to let him go.

"After Mr. Cui donated the bookstore in his hometown, he used the craftsmen in it to rework it. Now the study is opened in the capital, and he bought it in the courtyard of a southern shop in the east of Cui's home."

The emperor glanced at him and wanted to ask him how his servant bought the old master's property.

How could the high **** know what he wanted to ask, and quickly replied: "It turns out that the Cui family is not good at managing property. Soon after Cui is elected as an official, the shop will be closed. The case chief Cui has no choice but to sell the inventory in the shop, and put the shop yard, The front was sold to an old servant, but his old servant paid a high price. It is said that because the shop sold hundreds of silver, with the money turnover, his family's life could go on."

Tan Neixiang sighed and said, "This old servant is a righteous servant. I'm afraid it is the old servant who chants incense after he has developed to help his master's life."

Fair and fair: "It's just a servant of righteousness! When Cui first sold the goods at a low price, he even asked his subordinates to burn the bad goods, and the leftovers were sent to the Sanatorium in Daxing County. The goods went around. Everyone can see half of the city, and everything sent is clean and good."

There was a hint of approval in Chenghua's eyes, and Qin Chang also sighed twice.

Only Liang Fang saw Gao Liang uncomfortable, and said with a dry smile: "Unexpectedly, Father Gao has been thinking about Case Chief Cui, and he even said something about his shop as if he saw him."

Gao Liang glanced at him and said awe-inspiringly: "It's not that I was thinking of the case leader Cui, but that Daxing County sent a letter to the Ministry of Industry a few days ago, asking the Ministry of Industry to implement beds for the elderly in various nursing homes and medical departments. It was made by the case chief Cui. Although the emperor did not approve it at the time, he praised the bed and said "ingenious". Gonggong Liang was busy with his business, and I didn’t know about it, but I wanted to serve the emperor from time to time, even the emperor. If you cough, you should keep it in your mind as a big matter. I don’t know if the emperor’s praised people and praised things?"

Calling him such a series of reminders, the emperor Chenghua also remembered that the Ministry of Industry seemed to have had such a memorial, and even thought of the older "prodigy" Cui Xie.

Although he is a "child prodigy" who can't even write poems, his character is generous, filial and righteous, and the emperor hasn't completely forgotten, but he won't worry about everything. Emperor Chenghua remembered his expectations of him, so he glanced at the eunuch, and asked faintly, "How is he to his family?"

The high **** almost regarded Cui Xie as his own, so naturally he would say yes everywhere, and hurriedly replied: "This slave and maid never asked carefully, only knowing that he was lying in bed for his grandfather, so he asked someone to make a bed for the elderly. I told my grandfather to sit up often to avoid lying down for a long time. Because he donated to the elderly, Daxing County once went to his home to send a plaque of "good people". It should be seen more. The emperor wants to ask. ."

The emperor Chenghua listened and felt satisfied. But because I had no expectations in my heart, he was more strict with his character, and planned to investigate more, so he slowly said to Gao Liang: "You first, watch for me. Wait for his...step brother, come back, and then Report to me and see how he treats him!"