Chapter 15：

After talking about the Buddha, the man's ambition is still cold and unquenchable. Gu Yuanbai feels that he is a little capricious and understands Kangxi's mood in his later years. +++All Tanmei Novels: www.sto123.cc

Knowing that you are fast, knowing that these things you have done are all for nothing, and even knowing that the future ruler is by your side.

But I don't want to delegate power, I don't want to, I don't want to (kill sha) the future ruler, because if (kill sha) the protagonist in the book, who can do better than the protagonist?

Because of this, Gu Yuanbai felt very complicated when facing Xue Yuan and Chu Wei.

Since this kick, Gu Yuanbai started the three-point and one-line work of Shang Dynasty, (Shui Shui) sleep, and handling government affairs in the palace. His body is too delicate, and his minor injuries seem to have the visual effect of being seriously injured. Gu Yuanbai's ankle was swollen day by day, and half of his instep was rubbed open. He was already used to the pain, but the doctor's face became more frowning day by day.

The wound on the sage seemed too serious. When they rubbed their hands, they felt they were committing sin.

After more than ten days, the wound on the foot finally disappeared. In the past ten days, he and the prince were sick and missed many early courts. At first, Gu Yuanbai only thought that he had caught the wind and cold, and went home in the rain under heavy rain. It was also expected that he would be sick.

But after a series of illnesses, Gu Yuanbai realized that something was wrong, and he sent someone to take the imperial doctor to the Prince's Mansion and let them see what was going on.

At this time, the spring breeze is picking up, and it's time to post the test results.

As the emperor, Gu Yuanbai naturally has the right to know in advance. The Book of Rites sent him the list and said with a smile: "The first name is the only son of Master Chu."

Gu Yuanbai nodded, looked down, read the top ten, and asked, "Where are the top three papers?"

The Shangshu of the Ministry of Etiquette handed the paper to Gu Yuanbai. Gu Yuanbai first looked at the examination and approval of the examiners, and then went to read the policies of the three.

This year’s policy was drafted by Gu Yuanbai himself. One is to ask three questions about the agricultural and livelihood policy of the Daheng Dynasty, and the other is to ask about borders and mutual markets. It is easy to write a big topic, but it is not easy to write small and small details. thing.

One is to examine whether the candidates are down-to-earth in the foundation of the country, and the other is that Gu Yuanbai wants to see if their vision is short-sighted. If it is a pedantic bookworm, it is better not to hire.

Those who agree with Gu Yuanbai’s views will be hired, and those with pedantic and inconsistent views will be discarded. In the long run, Gu Yuanbai’s ideas will be implemented more smoothly, and the fresh blood flowing into the court will also be with conservatives. In the confrontation, he became a loyal guardian of the emperor.

The imperial examination can also be said to be a process of tame intellectuals' thoughts, and make their thoughts unified with the king to a certain extent.

This year’s examiner, Gu Yuan, points to the Minister of Real Administration, who likes to be down-to-earth in real administration. Therefore, in the final top three, the effort to write articles is not a beautiful article, but they have their own ideas and can fit Daheng. The national conditions are well written.

Gu Yuanbai looked carefully one by one, and couldn't help but smile when he saw the last one: "Well written!"

The Book of Etiquette was curious, and when he stepped forward, it turned out that it was written by a student from Shandong.

Whether it is Chu Wei or Chang Yuyan, which ranks in the front of Shandong students, they are all good articles with fluent writing and profound meaning and hearty reading. This article is written unpretentiously, the words are concise and uninteresting, if not the content is really brilliant , I'm afraid I won't be named third.

Looking at the saint now seriously, the book of rites can't help but lament the examiner's keenness and the luck of this student. Looking at the appearance of the saint, Mo Yue has thoroughly remembered this student.

Gu Yuanbai has read this article several times, and finally looked up and remembered the name of the person who wrote such a delicate article.

Kong Yilin, Qingzhou Prefecture, Shandong.

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The gate of the Gongyuan has been surrounded by people inside and outside.

When the soldiers walked out of the Gongyuan with the red paper, the people around there were clamoring and squeezing forward. The soldier said angrily: "Don't squeeze! Don't squeeze! Take a step back!"

A piece of red paper was posted. The scholars around here have long lost their usual demeanor. They clenched their hands and stared out of their eye sockets. The heart in the cavity of the (chest xiong) was beating for fear of missing it. One word.

"Hurry up, post a notice!"

"I was hit!" Soon there was an ecstatic voice, "I was hit!"

The restaurants and teahouses on both sides were also full of people. Some people listened to the excitement below, and they couldn’t help but stand by the railing and stretch their necks and look down. They were very anxious, but their necks were stretched out and they couldn’t be seen. A word on red paper.

The human face (qiang) who sent the young man down to look at the list was calm, but his eyes were no longer attentive, and he swept down the stairs from time to time, and every second was torture.

On the day of the release of the list, the sentient beings were in various forms, some were smiling and laughing, some were smiling and contented, some were desperate, looking at the red paper decadently, as if the whole person had lost the hope of living.

The ecstatic person was full of spirits, and the scream of "hit!" aroused the envious (yanyan) eyes of others. As soon as it went up and down, a piece of red paper made many people crazy.

Originally, Chu Wei sat calmly in the teahouse and sipped tea, but the loud cheers and painful sound of sobbing also obviously affected him. He frowned and looked towards the stairs without a trace.

His classmate shook his head and said, "Chu Wei, Chu Wei, I really didn't expect you to participate in the test."

Chu Wei withdrew his gaze, and gave an "um" sound.

There was a sudden rush of footsteps on the stairs on the second floor. Chu Wei couldn't help putting down his cup and looking back, only to see another young man standing up, with messy hair and joyful shouting: "You've hit it! Up!"

Chu Wei's heart jumped a little faster, he stood up, ignored the teasing of his classmates, and stood at the window looking towards the gate of Gongyuan.

Many people there are already scattered, and most of the rest are people who can't believe that he is not on the list. Chu Wei's heart jumped and the corners of his lips straightened. Did he really fail the list?

After a flash of light, Chu Wei looked opposite, and in front of the restaurant window on the opposite side stood a romantic and suave son brother. The son brother also saw him, the smile on the corner of his mouth stiffened, and he nodded politely towards Chu Wei.

Chu Wei knew who this was, and he was Chang Yuyan's rival of the big talker before the test.

Chang Yuyan is well-known and has repeatedly produced excellent works of famous poetry. Looking at him now, he should have never known his place on the list.

Chu Wei also nodded faintly towards Chang Yuyan, and turned his eyes to see a person sitting at the table next to Chang Yuyan.

The man's hand stretched out the window, and he turned the jug loosely in his hand, as if the jug could fall from his hand to the ground in the next moment.

This person was extremely keen. The next moment he noticed Chu Wei's gaze. He looked towards this side with gloomy brows. Under this horrifying glance, Chu Wei looked away without changing his (color), and he intuitively felt that this person was absolutely inexhaustible. Unkind.

"Master!"

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind, Chu Wei shook, and immediately turned around. When he saw his little boy ecstatic on his face, his heart jumped quickly.

"It's the first name! Master, you won the first name! Huiyuan! It's Huiyuan!"

Everyone looked at Chu Wei, and the room was suddenly noisy.

The classmate was startled, he threw the tea bowl, excitedly stepped forward and patted Chu Wei, "Chu Zihu, Chu Zihu, you actually won Huiyuan!"

As if awakened by this sound, people in the whole room squeezed up towards Chu Wei and Hexi, with clever words layering on top of each other, and the noisy ears could not tell who was talking.

Chu Wei took a deep breath, he recovered his senses, and the corners of his lips were raised, full of spirits.

Xieyuan seven years ago, Huiyuan seven years later.

There is only one champion, will the sage give it to him?

*

After the meeting place was announced, several companies were happy and some were worried. But the Gongsheng on the list did not care about attending various banquets, because five days later, they would enter the palace to participate in the palace exam.

To be able to face the holy face and hear the teachings of the holy, this matter is definitely the top priority in life, no one dares to slack on it.

The people in the etiquette department are busy working overtime, they need to measure clothes and train the manners of the students. The Daheng Dynasty did not have a cabinet, so the pre-planned questions for the palace examinations were given to the Privy Council. The Privy Council is the most efficient institution in the entire Daheng administration. The questions will be drawn up in the afternoon on the second day after the examination results are posted. Give it to Gu Yuanbai.

Gu Yuanbai chose a few questions from it, integrated his own ideas, and after giving the questions to the Ministry of Rites, he, the emperor, was fine.

While waiting for the examination, Gu Yuanbai summoned the ministers in the Privy Council and mentioned the memorial reform regulations in his thoughts. The adults in the Privy Council pondered for a moment. One of the surnames The Lord Zhou said, "Holy, the ministers are still confused orally, why don't you try to write the "tables", "charts" and "templates" mentioned by the holy on paper?"

"Why is it so troublesome?" Gu Yuanbai picked up his pen, "I'm here."

While moving his pen, Gu Yuanbai slowed down to explain the function of these three things. The table was square and square, with several horizontal and vertical rows, and the content that was crowded together was clear. The chart is based on this to visualize the data. Gu Yuanbai drew three examples and wrote Arabic numerals, saying: "In the charts and tables, the numbers involved are written in this way."

As for the memorials, the Chinese characters are still used. Gu Yuanbai explained for half an hour, and combined theory and practice to draw a lot of tables and diagrams, trying to let the courtiers understand the role of the table, and after they nodded, they simply wrote a classic template. .

There are few words and clear organization. Although it looks a little unaccustomed, it is also a bit too cold and direct, but these ministers who are busy day and night in government affairs know how easy these things can be.

After the sage was finished, the paper was passed back and forth by the courtiers. Gu Yuanbai asked, "How do you feel about it?"

The Privy Council, as Gu Yuanbai’s leading military and political leaders, all knew Gu Yuanbai’s thoughts. They nodded quickly, "Holy saint, don’t worry. Although you are not used to this method, you will save a lot of time after you get used to it. The minister will then assign this method."

"I will ask the new scholars to take this method when they go to the local state or county," Gu Yuanbai nodded lightly. "After May, if you don't use this method to write memorials in Fuzhou counties, the Privy Council will not You are allowed to look through it, and you will be ordered to change it again; if the content of the memorial is inverted and ambiguous, and you do not change it twice, you will be dismissed immediately."

Everyone in the Privy Council looked (color) gravely and said, "Yes!"

Gu Yuanbai was relieved with satisfaction. He was in a good mood at this time, and the corners of his lips were slightly (hooked up), and his face was very happy. The chief guard accompanied him on a walk in the palace, and at the urging of his brothers, he suffocated a sentence, "Do you want to see Cuju?"

Gu Yuanbai was taken aback, turned his head to look at him, the handsome face of the chief guard was flushed, as if he had done something wrong, (exposed) an expression of anxiety and anxiety.

The guards in the rear lowered their heads, either their ears were red or their necks were red. Each of the tall and strong men looked like squirming little girls when facing him.

Gu Yuanbai was amused, "Do you want to kick me out?"

"..." The guard came to the root of his ears, "The ministers all love to play Cuju, and all of them are good players. If the saint is unhappy, the ministers can play a game to relieve the saint's boredom."

The saint didn't say good or bad, but looked around, and then he took a fancy to a tree flower. The sage stretched out his hand and held his wide sleeves, his white wrists protruding out, his fingertips twisted the flower branch, and gently folded it, the red and pink tree flower was folded in his hand by the sage.

"Then treat this flower as a prize," Shengshang twisted the flower with a smile, "Which team wins will be rewarded to which team."

The captain of the guard glanced into the hand of the sage, although his face was still red, but his eyes were brightly written that he wanted to win. The desire to win aroused this group of guards. When they went to the Cuju field, they had been divided into two. Team, each other's eyes are not eyes, noses are not noses, and no one is pleasing to the eyes.

Tian Fusheng took a white kerchief and wrapped the flower branches. He wanted to hold it by himself. Gu Yuanbai said, "I'm here."

Gu Yuanbai was stained with flower juice when he picked the flowers, and his hands were already dirty, so there was no need to pay attention to these. Tian Fusheng squeezed his throat distressedly and said, "Holy, I am afraid you are tired!"

Gu Yuanbai glanced at him lightly, and said with a smile, "Go away."

Tian Fusheng smiled, ran behind Gu Yuanbai and pinched his shoulders.

The saint likes Cuju, and there is also a big Cuju court in the palace. The guards put on thin shirts and chased a Cuju on the court to kick the tigers. It makes people excited when they look at them. Many palace servants can’t move their eyes. I had to suppress the cheering and noise, and my face blushed.

This Cuju game kicked for an hour, and when the guards came off the court with sweat, the heat on their bodies could make the air slightly distorted.

The chief guard brought his subordinates over, afraid to get too close to Gu Yuanbai, for fear that his sweat would offend the sage, "Sheng, the sage has won."

But even if the head guard stood so far away, Gu Yuanbai still felt the warmth in them. Such a healthy, tall body made Gu Yuanbai inevitably sore.

The head guard's expression was slightly shy, he lowered his head and dared not look at the saint, his body in a thin shirt was also stiff as wood.

Gu Yuanbai sighed secretly, and handed the blooming tree flower in his hand to the head of the guard, jokingly: "You have twelve people, but I only have one flower. How should this be distributed? What?"

The Cuju rules of the Daheng Dynasty follow the old system, and the double-goal Cuju game in the Han Dynasty was also used for military practice. The Da Heng Dynasty is no exception. At least in Gu Yuanbai's opinion, it is a good thing for the country and the people to enjoy such a healthy and simple exercise.

The effect is that the students (body shen) of the Da Heng Dynasty are healthier than pure scholars who can only read books, and the people will be more or less cuju, and they can play tricks with the people around the Sheng. It's even more dazzling.

Taking a flower to buy a ticket for this exquisite match, Gu Yuanbai felt that it was too bullying.

But the person who was rewarded was very happy. When it was lively, a **** in the distance hurried over with two doctors. When he saw Gu Yuanbai, he knelt on the ground, "Holy, the little one brought two An adult is back."

These people were the ones who were sent to the Prince’s Mansion. Gu Yuanbai smiled, and after sitting down, he asked slowly: "How is the body of the Prince and the Prince?"

One of the imperial physicians respectfully said: "The ministers stayed in the Prince He's mansion and observed for three days. The ministers and others speculated that the Prince He was not seriously ill, but seemed to be suffering from a heart disease."

Heart disease?

Gu Yuanbai frowned, first waved away the miscellaneous people, and asked Tian Fusheng to give the two imperial doctors a seat. After seeing them sitting firmly, he picked up the teacup and scraped off the tea, and said silently: "What is it?"

The imperial doctor looked ashamed, "The ministers don't know."

"The Prince He didn't want to see his ministers. He listened to what the princess said, and he personally persuaded the guests from the Prince’s Mansion, but he never made the Prince open.

Gu Yuanbai paused, and looked down at the ripples in the cup quietly.

Prince He only became so strange after the storm and thunderstorm that day. If you look carefully, it seems that only the words about Lu Feng would (stab ci) arouse him.

Prince He did not want to be detained in Beijing, he wanted military power.

The door visitor came to the door to persuade the prince to not open his face, that is, he and the prince were willing to see the door visitor.

I am willing to meet the doorstep, but dare to refuse to see the people I sent.

Gu Yuanbai's eyes sank.

Gu Zhao...You better not make any ideas that irritate me.

"Be prepared," Gu Yuanbai made a decisive decision. He stood up, and the young emperor's face was full of calm before the storm, "Stop driving and the Prince's Mansion, I want to see my good brother myself."