Song Beiyun

"Yeah, she's stupid." Jin Ling'er waved her hands: "I went to find my father and ask when I can leave. It just so happens that Luzhou Mansion is also bored, so it's good to go out to relax."

"It should be after the year at the earliest." Song Beiyun said, "Don't be too happy, the environment over there can't be better than Luzhou Mansion."

"It's okay, I just learned something from you these days, and I'll go to alchemy after that."

"Ah...you can, but you don't have to."

"Huh? You look down on me?"

How to explain this matter... Song Beiyun put a hand on Jin Ling'er's shoulder, and then began to say: "This so-called alchemy is actually a rigorous and dangerous science. For example, we will come here today. Tell me about mercury oxide..."

The discussion on this has come to an end. His Royal Highness Fu Wang should discuss this matter with Zhao Xing in the near future, but no matter what, he will not leave in the near future, because the birthday of the Empress Dowager is just around the corner. As the Empress Dowager His own son, King Fu will be present no matter what.

Not to mention the civil official group, even the Heavenly King and Lao Tzu will not work. It is a first-class matter to talk about loyalty, filial piety and etiquette. Why are scholars called scholars?

But for Song Beiyun, this period of time has been a torment in comparison. First of all, he does not know what he will face in the future. Secondly, he is really worried that the changing situation will make him unable to understand the world, and even be played by others. Yu applauds. After all, what he has is knowledge beyond this era, but not the IQ of these people. They are all on the same level. Smartness does not distinguish between ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign.

On the second day after returning from Prince Fu's Mansion, Song Beiyun found Chicken King Miaoyan again. Chatting with Ms. Miaoyan was actually one of the important ways for Song Beiyun to decompress, even if it was the kind that was not contaminated with carnal desires, it was very comfortable.

"The plum wine is ready, let's try it." Miao Yan put a glass of chilled plum wine in front of Song Beiyun: "I made it with the distilled wine you gave me, it's great."

"Do you want to get me drunk and plot something wrong?"

"You?" Miao Yan said with a sneer: "You are a scum, why don't I obediently come here to lick my puppy when I hook my fingers?"

"That depends on where to lick." Song Beiyun took a sip from the wine glass: "If there is no accident, King Fu will go to Fujian first, and we don't need to fight the first step."

"You use King Fu? Use your little princess lover?"

"No no no." Song Beiyun shook his head again and again: "Win-win."

After finishing speaking, Song Beiyun told Miaoyan about the events of these days again. After listening to Miaoyan, Miaoyan nodded in thought, and said after thinking for a long time: "Actually, King Fu had already prepared to be reprimanded when he smashed Yushitai from the very beginning. Get ready, you're taking advantage of each other."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Mutual benefit and win-win." The wonderful words changed: "He is actually making enemies and intensifying the conflict between the two sides to the extreme. He will definitely leave around the capital. This old fox... huh."

Miao Yan shook his head and said, "Xiao Song, you should learn more from my father-in-law."

"what?"

"Ah? You pay it back?" Miao Yan walked over and poked him on the head: "You, every step has fallen into other people's calculations. He is afraid that you don't want to be the nail nailed to Jinling City, so he will use it. It's a bitter trick to play you, but it's not a bitter trick. After all, he gave you his daughter, and he didn't fool you. His behavior is actually a typical self-defilement. After he leaves, Jinling City will There's a power vacuum, and guess what?

"There is a power vacuum, so someone must fill it."

"Yes, fill it in. Who will fill it? Foreign relatives or civil servants? As soon as King Fu leaves, bloody storms will rise." Miao Yan walked to Song Beiyun and poured him another glass of wine: "An old fox is an old fox. For the time being, Da Song doesn’t need him yet, so he goes away to avoid disaster, and then he paves the way for his son-in-law. When the foreign relatives and civil servants lose both sides in the fight, the son-in-law will probably take advantage of the loophole and get up? At that time, he will return to the court as a teacher. Guess who is in control What will the prince of military power do when he returns to people's sight?"

"kill."

"Xiao Song is smart." Miao Yan sat on the swing next to him and swayed: "The son-in-law who controls the government, the father-in-law who controls the military power, the party struggle that hurts both sides. Tell me, you old man is amazing."

"Turtle..." Song Beiyun slapped his head: "Play me too."

"Actually not. He really wants to train you, otherwise he won't let you guard Xiangyang alone, let alone pave the way for you in the court. This is training you as a son, baby, and if you go Fujian, even without your advice, he wouldn’t do too badly. He’s been fighting all his life, and he’s smart. But you can add bricks and tiles, which is absolutely benign to our plan and even an unprecedented opportunity. Good job Let’s do a wave of construction there, you won’t regret it.” After Miaoyan finished speaking, he glanced at Song Beiyun lightly: “But your big adventure is still a big adventure, come on.”

Chapter 154: September 9th is so clear that the world is not worth it

Today is the announcement day, and it is also a day that determines the future and destiny of many people. Although it is only a juren, it is like a stepping stone. If there is no juren, there will be nothing to talk about in the future.

"If I don't pass the exam again this time, the old man will have no choice but to go home and spoil his grandchildren."

A nearly fifty-year-old examinee said this to his old friend for many years, while other young people were also nervously waiting for the police officer who posted the list to come.

The atmosphere was very dignified. Although some people pretended to be relaxed, judging from the way they looked around from time to time, this relaxation was probably faked.

But there are people here who are really relaxed, such as Song Moumou, who is squatting in the shade to avoid the heat wave that has not yet faded in early autumn, holding a bowl of oily noodles in his hand, and beside him is the anxious Huang An Kuang Yusheng stood there like pines and cypresses.

"Master Song, are you really not panicking?"

"If you pass the exam, it's useless to panic. If you don't pass the exam, it's useless to panic." Song Beiyun ate the noodles in two or three bites, and put the bowl aside: "I'm from the seventh rank, the official exam, do you think I care about this?"

Huang Anwei was at a loss for words for a moment... Yes, everyone is already an official, so what's the point of not taking the exam?

It's hard to calm down... It's hard to calm down.

So he stopped talking to Song Beiyun, not angry enough, but turned his head to look at Yusheng: "Brother Kuang, why are you so indifferent."

"After ten years of scientific examinations, I have taken a dim view of the situation." Yusheng is still indifferent and plain-faced: "If you pass the exam, it's useless to panic. If you don't pass the exam, it's useless to panic."

Hey... these two brothers, one is irritating the other.However, compared to Song Beiyun, Yusheng's rhetoric was easier to accept. After all, he took the exam for ten years, not like Song XX.

However, after getting along with each other for this period of time, Huang Anwei discovered a very interesting thing, that is, these two brothers, they are the two extremes of heaven and earth. Don't mention whether you are a good person or not.But his brother Kuang Yusheng is a top gentleman, gentle as jade, pure in heart and desires, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, he does everything slowly, speaks slowly, does things slowly, walks slowly, but Slow but steady.

And he also discovered one thing, that is, this Song, he is definitely the type who is not afraid of anything, and the only one who can control him is this not too prominent Kuang Yusheng.

"Bei Yun, when I go back tonight, I will give you some money. Regardless of whether you win the first place today, I will treat you and Huang Xiandi to have a good meal."

"Fight." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "If you win, I will accompany you to Jiangxi Road to announce the good news to Aunt Hong."

Yusheng nodded slightly, with a smile on his face: "I hope so."

At this moment, the crowd in the distance suddenly became commotion. Huang Anwei stood on tiptoe and looked over, and found that several officials were slowly walking over with boxes in their hands.

"The list is released." Huang Anwei shouted anxiously: "Master Song, why don't you go and have a look?"

"What's the rush?" Song Beiyun lifted a stone up one by one: "Let's take a look at life first, the list is there, can you still run away?"

Because of the examination reform, scholars from the 300 states in the south are concentrated in Luzhou Prefecture. Originally, there were about 100 candidates for the examination, but because the examination was held every three years, it has now been changed to an examination every year. It has also been reduced from the original [-] to about [-], which means that the frequency of examinations is high but the number of admitted students is low.

Song Beiyun roughly estimated that there were more than [-] people in this exam, which means that the probability of winning the exam is one in [-], which is much lower than his previous calculation of one in five.

However, in order to make it easier to obtain scholars, the superiors will arrange a resurrection match for the scholars who have failed the ranking. There will be about 150 people in the "simultaneity". These people cannot directly participate in Chunwei. Go back and study for another year to directly participate in next year's Chunwei.

This examination mechanism is much more scientific than the original one-size-fits-all method. It can maintain the increase in the number of admissions each year and can also enhance the overall cultural level of grassroots officials. At least in Song Beiyun's view, this is already a very fair thing in this era. .

The list was posted slowly, starting from the third list, with the name and hometown of each successful candidate written on it, and every time someone saw their name on it, they would become ecstatic , there are not a few people who are dancing and appearing crazy.

However, those who haven't seen their names are relatively calm, because there are still a few photos left that have not been posted, and they are all thinking about seeing their names on the higher list.

"I heard that apart from Jieyuan, there will be no other rankings in this exam. It seems a bit good." Huang Anwei rubbed his hands in anticipation: "This will make people less comparison."

Song Beiyun glanced at him: "If you don't rank, why do you have to divide it into several lists? Isn't it enough to post them all at once?"

Huang Anwei was taken aback, his eyes rolled a few times: "Yes..."

So naive, when will the exam not be ranked, even after more than 1000 years, this habit is still retained, saying that there will be no ranking except for No.1, but the ranking list is not deceiving Ah, this is obviously the deceptive behavior of human beings, taking off their pants and farting.

When the penultimate list was posted, more people entered into ecstatic relief, but there were still a bunch of people looking forward to, looking forward to a miracle.

And maybe it’s life’s last resort. When the last list was posted, most people fell into despair. Then he is complacent and talks eloquently, showing all the world's attitudes.

"Hey, Jie Yuan and Er Er are from the same town. Where is Xiaolian Village?"

"I don't know. Who is Song Beiyun? I've never heard of such a person. Brother Liang, have you ever heard of it?"

Soon, the distraught people dispersed, leaving only the idlers who were studying the list, and they discussed the names on the list enthusiastically.

This year's Jie Yuan and No.2 are actually from the same hometown, and they are both names they have never heard of, and No.3... who is it?

"Makino! Makino!!!"

At this moment, a young scholar hurriedly ran towards Song Beiyun, waving his hands while running.

"Hey... from the same hometown." Huang Anwei said with a sneer, "The little character is Muye."

"Choose the name blindly." Song Beiyun curled his lips: "Is it probably you who won?"

Huang Anwei's face was also flushed, he rubbed his hands expectantly, and then he stretched out his hand and shook it when his fellow countrymen approached.

The young man came over and paused for a moment after seeing Song Beiyun, then looked up at Huang Anwei and asked, "Muye, who is this classmate? Does he look familiar?"

Song Beiyun laughed: "The son of Liu's rice shop, right? I remember you."

The young man was stunned for a moment, but he still didn't remember who Song Beiyun was. He just cupped his hands and said, "I never thought that I'm also from the same town. My younger brother doesn't go out often, so I can't recognize him because of my clumsy eyes."

"It's not important." Song Beiyun waved his hand, pointed to Huang Anwei and said, "What did you call him in a hurry just now?"

"I got it! Mu Ye got it!" The scholar said excitedly, "No. [-] on the list! High school candidates!"

After Huang Anwei heard it, there was a buzzing sound in his head, and he took a few steps back, his eyes full of disbelief. He stared at the fellow countryman in front of him with wide open eyes: "I... I got hit?"

"That's right, hurry up and have a look!"

Huang Anwei quickly got up and ran over, but in the middle of the run, he suddenly turned back, bowed to Song Beiyun and Yusheng three times before running to the other end of the list.

"Brother Yusheng, don't you want to go and have a look?"

Yusheng just shook his head, and said softly: "Whether it's in the middle or not, it's there. Whether I go or not, I can't change anything. It's okay to go when there is no one on the list."

Huang Anwei came forward and looked at the last list, only to find that Song Beiyun was ranked number one, and Kuang Yusheng was second...

Although his name was in the third place, after seeing the first two names, he felt bad for the third moment, and after being hit, he quickly calmed down and looked up at the There was a sound of tsk tsk in the mouth.

"Muye, why is Jie Yuan's name so familiar? It's the same name as our county magistrate, do you recognize it?"

Huang Anwei glanced at him sideways, coughed and said, "Did you get hit?"

"No, I plan to take the same exam in a few days, and let my father entrust the relationship to be the master book." The kid also looked indifferent: "If you fail the same exam, then you have to take the exam again next year."

Huang Anwei sighed softly. He felt that he was most afraid of meeting two kinds of people during the exam. One was the nonchalant academic masters, such as the two strange brothers who were still hiding in the shade. Don't take it seriously.

This kind of person has a mentality...

There is also a kind of person like this brother who has a relationship with his family and doesn't care about the exam or not. He goes to work if he passes the exam, and goes home to inherit the family business if he fails the exam. This kind of person also has a mentality.

Huang Anwei didn't want to talk to them any more, but just looked around blankly: "I heard that there is someone who is under the list to catch a son-in-law, why haven't I seen it? I am the third."

When he spoke, his chest was raised high, and there was a sense of arrogance in his tone.

Although his voice was not low, no one came to catch him. All he got was the eyes of the scholars around him. This made Huang Anwei very embarrassed. He hurriedly walked back to Song Beiyun, sighed, and turned to the two of them. Congratulations: "Master Song, Brother Kuang. Congratulations to the two of you. You are ranked first and second."

Song Beiyun was expressionless, and Yusheng also looked dead. The state of the two of them... made Huang Anwei look stupid. How could this be a winning gesture?Shouldn't normal people be as happy as those dancing people in the distance?

And when he was in a daze, Yusheng turned around and said, "Go back."

"Come on." Song Beiyun immediately bounced off the ground and quickly followed.

"Ah... this..." Huang Anwei looked at the place where the list was posted in the distance, and then at the two strange people in front of him, and followed up dumbfounded: "Master Song, Brother Kuang...wait for me."

Chapter 155: On September 9th, it was sunny, and the sound of frogs stopped overnight, and the east wind stopped for a while

When it rained suddenly, the atmosphere plummeted twelve degrees. Sitting on a bamboo bed in unlined clothes and eating ice powder tremblingly, it was a different scene.

At this very moment, firecrackers rang out in Luzhou city, and joy was heard everywhere. People in the world always remember those who achieved success and fame. As for those who failed, no one cared about them. Some of them were packing their bags and heading home, some Then buy drunk in the wine shop.

But no matter what kind it is, the three words Song Beiyun resounded throughout the city overnight. Everyone is discussing what kind of person this guy is. After Yuan, he hasn't even shown his face until now.

But there is no way, Song Beiyun is really too stubborn, and now some people who want to compare with him are unable to do so.

This Xie Yuan became the focus of scholars' discussions, but only his name was heard but not his person. On the contrary, it was the son of the Anshi Shi family who scolded several young scholars who were not talking about the door in a teahouse.

"Just like you are worthy of talking about the talents of Jieyuan? It's ridiculous!"

Beipo pointed at someone's nose and scolded him: "Don't say that he got the Jie Yuan, even the Zhong San Yuan is reasonable. On the other hand, you are a yellow-mouthed child, you don't understand the reason, and you can't tell right from wrong. Zigong said that he is thick and thin. If you blame others, you will be resentful. If you become a master like you, isn't it ridiculous? Go back and find your father to teach you what is etiquette, righteousness and shame."

Although Beipo didn't utter a single dirty word, it's more uncomfortable than pointing his nose and scolding his mother. This clearly means that a scholar is rude, righteous and shameless. There is no more vicious way of swearing than this in the world. They are naturally dissatisfied, but they really can't say no to Beipo. After all, Beipo is still recognized as the number one talented person in Luzhou. His family background is prominent, his father is An Yao An Luyuan, the governor of Luzhou, and his grandfather was the prefect of Kaifeng when he was alive, and was posthumously named Wenzheng after his death.

This identity, the proper root is Miaohong, even if he is a little narrow-minded, but to put it bluntly, he has the ability.

When he scolded those scholars away, Song Beiyun just came up from downstairs and passed by those disgraced scholars. Walked upstairs slowly.

"Brother Beipo."

Song Beiyun arched his hands towards Beipo: "I heard you swearing when I was on the road, what happened to make you so angry."

When Beipo saw him, his anger was still there, and he sat there and snorted: "These bastards are talking nonsense over there, and they say that the interpretation of the Yuan name is not correct, and it is suspected of cheating. You can't be angry. Anger? If you let them spread the word like this, brother, your reputation will be ruined, and such things as the reputation of bad people, damn it!"

Song Beiyun rubbed the back of his head and laughed, but he didn't refute. After all, isn't he cheating? Don't be suspicious, it's cheating...

"Hey? Brother Beipo, your clothes are interesting."

After sitting down, Song Beiyun found out that Beipo was wearing a Chinese tunic suit today, with his hair draped over his shoulders. At first glance, he looked a bit like the iron-blooded scholar in Hong Kong comics. pleasing to the eye.

"This is the clothes called Yusheng clothes that Her Royal Highness has been promoting these days. If others don't wear them, I don't have to wear them. Besides, this clothes are really good, easy to put on and take off and comfortable." Beipo said rightly She raised her eyebrows with joy: "The princess said that if she buys a hundred sets at once, she will give her a handwritten inscription."

so sad...

Song Beiyun felt sore in his heart. There are still such idiots in the world. Tell me... Wait, he straightened up suddenly: "One hundred sets?"

Beipo nodded and said, "I bought it."

"You...she..." Song Beiyun sighed, "What did I mention to you?"

Beipo rolled up his sleeves happily, and saw a small poem written on the interlining of the left sleeve: Burning incense to ascend the jade altar, presenting a simple gift to the golden palace.The bright moon shines in the gap, and the breeze opens the short lapel.