After the first shift, Cui Xie asked someone to boil water for a bath early, and after washing, he neatly put on his champion robe and sat at the table pretending to read a book—in fact, he didn't read a word in his mind, but read it randomly. With the little movie in my head, I finally came to sharpen my gun.
He had never been so nervous before the exam.
But then again, before the exam, he had taken the mock exam so many times, and he did the art essays over and over again. Like this time, not to mention that there is no place to practice, even the textbooks in my head are out of stock, and the key techniques have to rely on their own imagination.
He sat at the table so nervously and frightened all night, and after the second watch, the sound of water and human voices came from the side of the room, which pushed his nervousness to the highest level.
Xie Ying's voice came faintly from outside the side door: "You can go down after you have poured the water, I will go back after washing, and there is no need to clean up here. People who are scholars need to be clean, and there is no need to disturb him for some residual water. back."
The family Weiwei stepped back, and soon after, the sound of rustling clothes and the sound of rushing water rang out one after another. The sound was not loud, even very faint, but Xie Ying's bedroom was too quiet, and the sound of water and friction coming through the door would be amplified layer by layer, shaking into Cui Xie's heart.
He couldn't sit down any longer, and threw the "Wu Bei Zhi" in his hand and walked to the bed, not knowing whether to stand or wait.
He is still wearing so many clothes, do you want to take off his belt and accessories first? After taking these off, do you want to take off your boots and caps first? After taking off the boots and caps, do you want to take off the robe first...
No no no, none of this matters!
The sound of the water became clearer and clearer, and it could be heard that the water had been lifted to a high place and poured down, and it was poured into Cui Xie's heart. Bottle retting is made of goose pancreas in sweet wine to rub out the slurry. Will it be stimulated by alcohol? !
He hurriedly took out the vial, dipped his fingertips in a tumbler and licked it.
The taste is sweet and bitter, but nothing else. But the tolerance of this mucous membrane is different, what if it is uncomfortable to apply it? He was afraid that this thing was really irritating, and it would cause Xie Ying pain. Looking at the moist ointment on his fingertips, he simply took off his clothes and trousers while sitting on the bed and tried it himself.
Retzi almost made the temperature of his palms melt, and when he put it on, it was warm and comfortable, and there was nothing irritating or uncomfortable. But he couldn't help worrying that he hadn't practiced before, and it hurt Xie Ying when he started to do it later. He couldn't help but try to press in while his fingers were covered with lotion.
Feeling a little rough... will you wait
He only tried a little and felt it was difficult, even his own fingers felt awkward. Would it be more difficult for Xie Ying to accept him
Just practice first.
When he endured the discomfort and experimented on himself, Xie Ying had also quietly taken a bath, put on a new official robe and gauze hat, pushed open the side door and walked into the bedroom.
Because Cui Xie was reading a book before, the lights in the room were bright, and the shadows of the candles danced, illuminating the room as bright as day - even more clearly seeing the inner shelf bed, who was sitting on the side and was stacked on top of it, The man whose clothes were half ripped, bowed his head and gasped for self-destruction.
Xie Ying made a "buzz" in his head, and the world in front of him was instantly squeezed into a very small area. Except for the person in the center of his sight, he couldn't see anything. Walking from the door to the bedside in just a few short steps, he was familiar with the road that he could no longer be familiar with. He seemed to be walking on a battlefield full of thorns on the subway. He kicked something in just a few steps, and there was a crisp sound in the room.
But he didn't even realize it, he still walked to the bed step by step, trembling in his heart, and said with pity, "Brother Xie, you, why do you have to do this..."
Those sounds resounded in Cui Xie's ears like thunder, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Xie Ying, still maintaining that shameful posture, sitting there hunched over, panicking beyond measure. His heart was blank, as if his body was no longer his, he was rigidly propped up under the huge shame and fear, and the muscles of his whole body trembled slightly along with his heartbeat.
It wasn't until Xie Ying came over, knelt on the bed with one leg and hugged him slowly, the strange panic in his heart like being struck by lightning gradually melted away, and then he realized again what position he was in.
... He has lost his face for two lifetimes!
He hurriedly pulled out his fingers and quietly wiped the quilt under him twice, trying to hide behind his back. But Xie Ying clung to his hand, kissed the smooth fingers that were still stained with thorns, and said emotionally, "I never thought you would do such a thing for me, I really, I really don't know what to do. It's good to hurt you..."
He hugged Cui Xie tightly and kissed his hot face, but he was reluctant to touch his body.
Cui Xie's terrified heart was slowly calmed by him, and he shrank in his arms and said a few words: "I'm not, I'm that, I'm..."
He felt Xie Ying's excitement, and he felt the same careful restraint as his own. It was as if his heart was gently held in his palm, warm and comfortable. The eager voice of defense that he didn't even understand what he was talking about slowly faded. He held Xie Ying's face and kissed it for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "I... Forget it, it's up to you... "
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Although the next day was the day when the Imperial Academy was going to go to school, Cui Xie had already been named in the gold medal list and became a candidate for the middle test. Naturally, he had already graduated.
Not only on the second day of March, but for half a month, he could stay at Xie's house to study military equipment. It's a pity that Xie Ying refused to keep him and insisted that he go home and study hard to prepare for the palace exam.
The strategy questions in the palace exam are different from ordinary exams. One strategy question is equivalent to the length of the seven classics and the five strategy questions, and at least it will cost three thousand. Because many candidates are used to writing short essays, they can't write long essays in the examination room. They are in the top 20 or 30 in the middle test, but they fall into the top three in the palace test.
Fortunately, Cui Xie has written papers for many years. If the small paper is not worth two or three thousand, he is embarrassed to meet people, and the graduation thesis is not unfinished for ten thousand or twenty thousand. Although he has basically never practiced such long essays since he came to Daming, his years of experience have made him not afraid of writing long essays, and he will not be unable to write like ordinary candidates.
This experience is, of course, water injection.
The questions in the palace test are all long questions of three or four hundred words. As long as you expand the answer one by one according to the title, and add a few more emotional and sincere praises, isn’t the three thousand-word essay still within reach
He had just held a simple but successful wedding, and rolled the sheets with his sweetheart. It was when he was at his most high-spirited, and he didn't know how tired he was doing. After returning from Xie's house, he took the real questions over the years copied by his uncle Yang Yiqing, and practiced every day with his fellow villagers in the same year. It was not until March 14 that he rested for a day.
On the 15th day of the third month, the emperor of Chenghua was in the palace of Fengtian, with three academicians, Hanlin attendants and lecturers, Jingqing, Zhanshifutang Shangguan, etc. as the reading officers, and the two examiners were invited Policy issues.
The emperor picked up the pen and wrote the question in person, Wu Kuan stood by and waited for the invigilator, but Yin Zhi's mind wandered to the process of judging the papers after the exam, thinking about how to arrange the ranking.
After the meeting was released, Wang Ge went to Yin Zhi with a little dissatisfaction and asked him why he had chosen Li Dongyang's disciple as the Huiyuan.
This Huiyuan is not only a disciple of Li Dongyang, his father Cui Ju is also a troublemaker, and he was the first disciple who forced him to commit suicide, enough to make him remember it for a lifetime!
Yin Zhi reluctantly said: "I didn't expect to be able to promote this person. However, after the Holy Son of Heaven read his ranking, Tian's heart was happy and said that he should be a lecturer. How can I depose him again? Li Dongyang's disciple, I chose him at Kenke, and the Holy One is so kind, he will never give up a great future, and insist on acting like Li Dongyang, right?"
Wan An snorted coldly: "His father is a villain who doesn't know Huaide, what does he know about the friendship between junior and junior high school! I think he has such a father and such a teacher, and sooner or later he will cause trouble for you like Cui Ju. Get up!"
Yin Zhi smiled lightly: "Why does Duke Wan need to be angry with him. Aren't the three papers that are to be read by the Holy Guru selected by our cabinet? I have read his article briefly, and all of them have a teacher with him. The same problem of good advice, I deeply remember it. When the reading officer submits the first-class article, we will remove the ugly ones, and the next day will be presented to the sage. Are all good articles? ?"
Going back and putting Cui Xie's in the second-class, no matter how high or low, he was always a jinshi, and he was also able to live up to the entrustment of the eunuch Tan. In previous years, a lot of Huiyuan fell into the top two, five or six, and Jing Kui even fell into the top three. With Cui Xie's age and qualifications, it is not too low to be in the top two.
He was thinking about these useless things, and the emperor Chenghua had put away the pen and paper and asked them to take the topic.
At this time, all the tributes had also been searched, and were led by officials of the Ministry of Rites to the west corner gate of Fengtian Hall to worship five times and three times. At the end of the ceremony, he sat down in the elixir in front of Fengtian Hall according to the test number given during the Mifeng test paper and waited for the questions to be dismissed.
From time to time, the two examiners came with the questions of Yushu Ce and asked them to copy and answer them.
Three hundred and fifty candidates stood up at the same time, their eyes were full of light, and they looked at the question carefully. When they bowed and thanked, they had already printed the question in their hearts and had a consideration.
As expected, the exam questions did not contain the three simulation questions of Mr. Li Dongyang, which asked about the way of rulers and ministers:
In the old days, the sage king Yao and Shun draped his clothes and ruled the world, and King Xuan of Zhou, Zhongxing, was divided into people and ruled without labor. And it has been 23 years since he ascended the throne. He has served God at night, the ancestors of the constitution, elected good officials, loved the people and worried about the people, but why are there still frequent floods and droughts, starvation of the Li people, and border crossings by the Rong and Di
Is the court election unpopular? Is it because the officials are not upright and do not love Limin? Are frontier generals greedy for merit and life, unwilling to put all their energy into defending the enemy beyond their borders
After a series of questions, the emperor himself gave the candidates an answer: "It is a matter of fact that the past and present are different, and they have not been able to serve as ministers in the past."
The courtiers are incompetent, and what should he do if the emperor wants to restore the current world to the rule of three generations in ancient times
You candidates should list out the methods carefully, don't be afraid of angering the emperor with your remarks, and don't hide it, the emperor who answered well will choose it.
Of course, the last sentence is a cliché, just to give candidates a sense that they are very important, this policy question will be misunderstood by others. In fact, among the 350 candidates in the palace exam, only a dozen of them are responsible for marking the papers. In the evening, after the three candlesticks, the candidates can all submit their papers, and the rankings are basically arranged before the lunch the next day - no matter how well written the papers are Anyone watching
Anyway, the emperor who came out will not read it!
The candidates in the hall were nervously copying the papers, and the words were written more neatly than usual, in order to leave a good impression on the examiner and get a higher ranking in the test.
Cui Xie is the most peaceful one among them. He is not afraid of this exam, he doesn't care so much about the royal majesty, and he doesn't have any ambition to be admitted to the top spot. Anyway, he wore the robe of the champion and tasted what it was like to be a junior after a big exam. Instead, he felt calm about this palace exam, and he didn't have the nervousness and excitement of the imperial exam at all.
He just copied the topic quietly, and after thinking it over several times, he silently said to the emperor Chenghua in his heart: Is there a face in the world of Chenghua Dynasty compared to the three ancient generations? How can the imperial court and the world become so chaotic today, does Your Majesty have no idea in his heart