Chapter 154： 154

Since this kick, Gu Yuanbai has started the three-point and one-line work of Shang Dynasty, (sleeping 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 accustomed 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 these ten days, he had been ill with the prince and missed many early dynasties. At first, Gu Yuanbai only thought that he had caught the wind and cold, and it was expected that he would go home in the rain under heavy rain.

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 an 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 policies of the Daheng Dynasty, and the other is to ask about borders and mutual markets. Such a topic is easy to write big, 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 first among 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 boring, 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 read this article back and forth several times, and finally looked up and remembered the name of the person who wrote such a delicate article.

Kong Yilin, Qingzhou Prefecture, Shandong.

*

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 across, and in front of the restaurant window on the opposite side stood a romantic and suave young man. Brother young man also saw him, the smile on his mouth became stiff, and he nodded politely at 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 when he turned his eyes, he saw 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, 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 examination were given to the Zhengshitang. The Privy Council and the Zhengshitang are the two most efficient institutions in the entire Daheng administration. The examination results will be posted in the afternoon on the second day after posting. The pre-planned topic was given 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 called the ministers in the Zhengshitang to mention the memorial reform statute he had in mind. The adults in the Zhengshitang pondered for a moment. One of them was Zhou. The lord said: "Sage, the ministers are still confused orally, why don't you try to write the "tables", "charts" and "templates" mentioned by the Lord 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. After they nodded, they simply wrote a classic template for the show. .

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?"

As the leader of Gu Yuanbai’s rule of government affairs, the Zhengshitang all knew what Gu Yuanbai thought. They nodded quickly, "Sacred, don’t worry. Although you are not used to this method, you will definitely save a lot of time when you get used to it. Wait until this method is assigned."

"I will ask the Shinke Scholars to take this method when they go to the local state or counties," Gu Yuanbai nodded lightly. "After May, if the Fuzhou counties that don't use this method to write memorials, the Zhengshitang will not allow it. If you look at it, you will be revoked. If the content of the memorial is upside down and ambiguous, and you do not change it twice, you will be dismissed immediately.

Everyone in the Zhengshitang looked (color) grimly and said, "Yes!"

Gu Yuanbai was relieved with satisfaction. He was still in a good mood at this time. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, 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 chief guard glanced at the hand of the sage. Although his face was still red, his eyes were brightly written about wanting 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."