The four of them were still in shock when they were brought into the Spring Breeze Room by Bingwen.
Before he could close his mouth, Wei Feng knocked on the door and asked to see him.
Shi Zhongfei opened the door under Bingwen's instruction and saw Wei Feng bowing to Bingwen very respectfully and calling him: "Mr. Bingwen."
"Why are you here?" Prince Jing's reward has been paid, and Bingwen really doesn't know why he is here.
"Prince Jing will escort Prince Hui's body back to his fiefdom tomorrow, and he would like to invite Mr. Bingwen to visit the palace."
"Unfortunately, I have made an appointment with friends to meet here again today. Please convey this to Prince Jing and wish him a safe journey and that we will meet again eventually."
"yes."
Wei Feng bowed respectfully again before retreating.
When Bingwen turned around again, he saw four dumbfounded faces. Even someone as tough as Jie Jiming was a little dumbfounded.
"You guys, what's going on?" Bingwen laughed.
"Changhui, Master Bingwen just rejected Prince Jing, was it because he wanted to have dinner with us?" Yin Guangbo nudged Kong Changhui with his elbow.
Kong Changhui pinched Yin Guangbo's arm, heard him cry out "Ouch" and said, "It seems to be true."
Although Shi Zhongfei and the three of them have heard about Mr. Bingwen for a long time, they have been getting along with each other these days. I just felt that they had the same temperament with him, and he was humble and low-key, and he took great care of them. Especially in Shi Zhongfei's heart, Bingwen still had a life-saving grace for him. Otherwise, he would have been burned to death by the fever.
But Xie Jiming's heart was a little more touched.
Because, before, he always shouted at Bingwen.
But Bingwen blocked the sword for him regardless of his own safety.
It was such a person who stood up when a poor student was bullied by a wealthy family.
It’s just such a person, just to have a meal with them. He actually rejected Prince Jing, whom the emperor had just conferred, and refused to seek power.
The image of Bingwen in their hearts suddenly became taller and majestic...
After Wei Feng came out of the Drinking Room, he returned to Prince Hui's Mansion and reported to Gu Xingyun what had just happened in the Drinking Room and what Bingwen asked him to convey on his behalf.
Gu Xingyun didn't mind.
Although he grew up in the palace, Prince Hui never pampered him.
He often accompanied the army when he was young, but he was actually a rough guy who didn't stick to trivial matters.
"Do we need to send someone to follow Mr. Bingwen to protect him?" Wei Feng asked, understanding Prince Jing's thoughts.
"No need, your action today has already represented my attitude. After I leave, the palace only needs to send people to pay attention to his news and provide assistance if necessary."
"yes."
At this time, in Hanzhang Palace, Xiao Yanjun, after learning the news, wished he could summon the injured Zeng Shangjie into the palace and give him another beating. Xiao Zimu is now reviewing the papers, and everyone knows that His Highness the Seventh Prince has a close relationship with the young Marquis.
He still dared to talk nonsense in the Drinking Room, for fear that the people in Xiahou Mansion wouldn't know that he was going to cheat.
As for Bingwen, Xiao Yanjun snorted coldly.
Let's wait for a while and look for an opportunity after the rankings are released to see if we can make some friends. If he couldn't, murderous intent appeared in his eyes. Such a person should be eliminated.
After the scientific examination, Xiao Zimu became really busy.
The examination papers were uniformly sealed at the end of the last day and sent to Chuwen Pavilion. Starting from the second day, five rounds of grading and assessment continued.
In the first round, some fifth-grade civil servants were selected for fifteen days.
In the second round, some fourth-grade ministers choose ten days.
In the third round, some third-rank courtiers select seven days.
In the fourth round, some second-grade ministers carefully selected five days.
In the fifth round, the candidates will be handed over to the examiner, who will draw up the list of winners three days later and submit it to the emperor.
In previous years, Du Hanfei only came to Chuwen Pavilion to review the results in the last round before the results were released. Even if they come, it's just a formality, pick some already marked test papers, choose the most important ones, choose the right people, submit them, and let the emperor decide on the top three.
Xiao Zimu was different. Du Hanfei looked at the papers that had been selected.
But he was looking at the papers that had been screened out.
Those fifth-grade civil servants were all surprised when they saw Xiao Zimu coming to Chuwen Pavilion on the first day. They thought again that this was probably the first time they had been entrusted with an important task and they wanted to be more diligent.
However, they soon discovered that they were wrong. After Xiao Zimu entered the Chuwen Pavilion, he did not show any pretense and asked Xin Ya to make him a pot of tea. He ordered the civil servants to bring over the unsuccessful papers, and then he read them seriously in the pavilion.
This happened every day for fifteen days in a row. Although the civil servants did not know what Xiao Zimu wanted, they were all impressed by his gesture.
The amount of screening test papers is extremely large, so the first round takes the longest time.
They were still ten people who read the papers separately, but the amount of papers Xiao Zimu read by one person was probably the sum of the ten of them combined. Although, Xiao Zimu did not read the selected papers. However, there are not many papers that can be selected.
After the first round, Xiao Zimu only picked out one of the massive failed test papers and stored it separately.
Although he was very tired, he was still a little relieved in his heart.
It seems that the first round of screening.
These civil servants are quite responsible.
Xiao Zimu returned to Yongning Hall at this time, and suddenly wanted to find someone to talk to, but found that no one was there.
Over the years, as the emperors' heirs grew older, they fought openly and secretly for power, and the intrigues became more and more intense. He was disdainful and didn't want to join in.
Until the appearance of Xia Chu, waves of waves arose in his calm heart. Let him understand that as the emperor's heir, enjoying the supreme dignity, he must bear the same responsibility.
Now, whether he can reach the end is not the most important thing to him.
Being able to truly do something practical for Xiao Guo without being aloof is his greatest realization.
"Xin Ya, do you think he is living well in the mountains these days?" Xiao Zimu asked, looking at the green bamboo lantern next to the desk.
"If Your Highness is concerned about it, just write a letter and send it to the Marquis." Xin Ya suggested.
"He said that it is very inconvenient to communicate in the mountains." Xiao Zimu gently rubbed the green bamboo on the lamp surface with a depressed expression.
"Perhaps it's just inconvenient for Mr. Xiahou to reply. It's still possible to receive letters. Why don't you give it a try?" What about the one who came down the mountain after receiving the letter
Xiao Zimu's eyes lit up at Xin Ya's words, and he ordered him to grind and start repairing the book.
Even if he couldn't receive a reply, he could tell Xia Chu about what happened in the capital recently. He complained about the exhaustion of grading, and shared his joy and achievement at being able to pick out a unique article from among the vast number of failed papers.
Xiao Zimu is already very satisfied...
(End of chapter)