Fatty was completely confused and chased Zhu Pingan upstairs.
After reaching the upper floor, there was no one around. Under the constant questioning of Fatty, Zhu Pingan said calmly, "Bring more gold and silver to his house, and I will ensure that you will pass the imperial examination without any trouble."
There were too many people downstairs just now, so it was difficult to say it out loud. Now that I'm upstairs, it's just Fatty and I, and our voices can be low, so there's no need to worry about walls having ears, so Zhu Ping'an just said it out loud.
"ha?"
After hearing the answer revealed by Zhu Ping'an, Fatty was so surprised that he could swallow a fist. What's going on? You didn't know that our supervisor had been replaced by Lord Zhao just now. Now you heard Lord Zhao's name and you suggested that I send gold and silver to bribe the exam. You are just talking nonsense and boasting.
"This morning I went outside to read a book, and I met the groom of Lord Zhao's family. He was very arrogant... and almost bumped into me." Zhu Ping'an sat at the table, poured a cup of tea, took a sip and said slowly.
"What does that have to do with your suggestion?!" Fatty complained.
"Because it was about to hit me, I could see it clearly. Lord Zhao's carriage is not ordinary. It is made of elm wood and mixed with spices. Moreover, the curtains of the carriage are made of silk with gold line outlines, and the pendants on it are also very valuable..." Zhu Ping'an said lightly with the corners of his lips curled.
In fact, it doesn't matter whether the carriage of the Lord Zhao that I met in the morning is this Lord Zhao Hua or not. This is just an excuse for me to convince Pang. Anyway, Zhao Hua in history is famous for being greedy for money. This Zhao Hua is a man who is extremely greedy for money. He is a ruthless person who even takes the emperor's money. It would be strange if he is not greedy in the imperial examination. It is better to give Pang a backdoor quota for the imperial examination than to give it to others.
Hearing this, Fatty's eyes lit up, "You mean..."
"What did I say? I didn't say anything." Zhu Ping'an shrugged and said seriously.
"Hehe. I understand, I understand. Thank you very much, Brother Zhu..." Pang put his two fat paws together and kept expressing his gratitude to Zhu Ping'an.
"This is acceptable for the imperial examinations, but not for the provincial examinations. You should read more books during this period before the provincial examinations." After taking a sip of tea, Zhu Ping'an said to Fatty Xue Chi in a serious tone.
The imperial examination was presided over by the officials. It was an examination to determine the suitable candidates for the provincial examination. The right to select students to take the imperial examination was entirely in the hands of the officials. The provincial examination was different. The provincial examination was presided over by the imperial court and sent Hanlin cabinet scholars to various provinces to serve as chief examiners and deputy chief examiners. There was almost no room for error.
"Brother Zhu, don't worry. I will work hard..." The fat man made a bunch of promises and said a lot of nonsense.
"Take care of yourself, I still need to read." Zhu Ping'an put the teacup on the side of the table and said lightly.
"Okay, I'll go back and prepare well too." Fatty also said goodbye tactfully, and couldn't wait to go back and prepare the gifts. There was not much time left for the scientific examination, and there were not many places for the scientific examination. In order to be fair, there were even fewer places left for backdoors. The gifts had to be given as soon as possible, so as not to be preempted by others.
In the afternoon, Zhu Pingan sat at his desk in his room practicing eight-part essays and policy essays. He wrote one himself, and then he would look through similar champion papers he had seen in the past and write them down, comparing them to find deficiencies, and then he would make corrections and improvements. It would be best if he could burn these champion papers, which had never appeared before. They should not have appeared in this dynasty, and Zhu Pingan did not want to leave any handles for others. Only by being cautious can the fittest survive better in this dynasty.
The next morning, I could still see the moon when I walked outside. The moon hanging in the sky was so weak, pale, and powerless, like the face of a person who had just recovered from a serious illness, with a faint white light, very graceful, like the Song Dynasty poems written by Li Qingzhao.
Under the cool moonlight, Zhu Ping'an, holding a black wooden board and slung his schoolbag across his body, walked slowly from the inn to the woods where he usually practiced calligraphy.
While Zhu Ping'an was still pouring water into a bamboo tube by the Qinhuai River, a gap was gently pushed open in a room on the other side of the river. A girl of seventeen or eighteen looked out from the gap and vaguely saw a blurry figure on the bank of the Qinhuai River.
After seeing this, the girl gently closed the window, tiptoed to the dressing table and quickly touched up her makeup, drawing eyebrows and eyeliner, carefully lengthening her eyelashes with a small clip, and using rouge and powder that she had been reluctant to spend in the past, costing more than ten taels of silver per box. Finally, she took out a piece of red paper, put it between her lips and gently held it, dyeing the corners of her lips red... ...
In the mirror, a young girl is shy and smiling.
After packing up, the girl, wearing a gauze dress, tiptoed out. When she opened the door, she made a slight sound, which startled another girl lying on the bed.
"Sister, where are you going?"
The sleepy girl with a bun on the bed rubbed her eyes, looked at the girl who opened the door in a daze and asked half asleep.
"Sister... I'm going to the bathroom now. You can continue to sleep. We can sleep in today." The girl at the door coaxed softly.
"Oh." The girl with a ponytail bun lay down and continued to sleep. Her sister talked to her for a long time last night and she went to bed very late. She was still very sleepy now.
Seeing the girl on the bed fall asleep again, the girl at the door breathed a sigh of relief, then gently closed the door, went downstairs quietly, and walked towards the other side of the Qinhuai River.
Zhu Ping'an was practicing calligraphy in the woods, concentrating on it, and he didn't notice that a girl in a veil was walking towards him.
"Duke Zhou?"
When Zhu Ping'an was concentrating on practicing calligraphy, a delicate female voice with a hint of inquiry was heard suddenly, which scared Zhu Ping'an. He was even more frightened when he looked up. A female ghost in white
"You are really a benefactor. Fox thought I had seen it wrong." The female ghost in Zhu Ping'an's eyes covered her cherry lips with a slender jade hand and laughed sweetly, her big watery eyes full of.
"Who are you?" Zhu Ping'an narrowed his eyes.
"Duke Zhou is really a forgetful man. You once wrote a story about a white fox for us sisters. You are really talented. Thanks to you, we sisters were able to win the third place in the selection of the most beautiful woman. Our lives are much better than before." The girl of about seventeen or eighteen said as she walked towards Zhu Ping'an.
oh
It turned out to be them. Zhu Pingan then remembered what happened.
"Oh, you're sweating." The girl walked to Zhu Ping'an and suddenly cried out, then took out a beautiful handkerchief with body fragrance from her arms and wiped it on Zhu Ping'an's face.
sweat
Are you kidding? It’s still a bit chilly in the morning, how could I be sweating
What's more, the scent of the handkerchief was pungent. Zhu Ping'an subconsciously turned his head away, avoiding the handkerchief in the girl's slender hand.
The girl's face was rosy, she took back her delicate hands, blinked her big watery eyes and looked at Zhu Ping'an, saying coquettishly, "Why are you hiding, benefactor? Do you think you can eat me?"
No way
Zhu Pingan looked at the shy and springy look of the girl and was speechless for a moment. What the hell? She is still young! (To be continued)