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- At the beginning of the public announcement, all the scholar candidates were so focused that they could not care about anything else. The diners put down their chopsticks, and the drinkers put down their wine glasses. In unison, the atmosphere became quiet, for fear of being affected by the noise and not hearing the good news clearly.
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Soon, the sound of the good news and the galloping horses came again.
The horses rode one after another, and the longest interval was only half a quarter of an hour. As the good news came, all the scholars who passed the examination were delighted and exaggeratedly shed tears. However, we have never seen a situation like "Fan Jin passed the imperial examination". It seems that in the Tianhua Dynasty, fame was important, but it was not so important.
By mid-afternoon, twenty-one pieces of good news had been delivered. At the same time, it means that 21 people are sure to win the exam and can become masters, and have successfully obtained the qualifications for next year's spring boudoir examination.
These people did not leave immediately, but after rewarding the good news, they continued to stay to see the final ranking of the famous talents on the top of the building.
Most of these people are not from the capital. As expected, after today and early tomorrow morning, they will return to their hometowns one after another. And one step ahead of them is the official second news report, which will be sent directly to the local government office. The Yamen sent someone to the door to congratulate him.
By then, it will naturally be inseparable from the excitement, certainly more so than in the capital.
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The loud sound of horse hooves is like stepping on the heart, causing the nerves to beat. This time, the good news is that the eleventh place has been reported.
"I got it, I finally got it."
The winner was a man who was about to enter his sixtieth year. He burst into tears and laughed and cried. According to people who are familiar with the situation, he is from Pingzhou and has passed ten provincial examinations, spanning thirty years.
Time flies, and it passes by suddenly. What was full of ambition back then is now nothing but sadness. But fortunately, I still won.
A rural examination can be said to read all kinds of things in the world and people's hearts.
Sitting by the window, Ye Junsheng looked outside with a silent expression. Suddenly, if he felt something, the flying sword "Jian Jinjiu" lurking in the Niwan Palace was about to move, showing a positive attitude.
In this capital city that is heavily guarded and suppressed by luck, Feijian has always behaved very calmly. Nothing happened until today.
This sword is psychic and mysterious, so its movement must have its reason.
At this time, good news came again. The winner was a talented man sitting on the third floor of the Zhuangyuan Building. He stood up, held up his wine glass with a smile, and drank with his friends around him, looking very happy.
Immediately afterwards, Guo Nanming, Liu Linyuan and others received the good news one after another.
After confirming, Guo Nanming waved his hands vigorously, feeling relieved. In the past when he was in Jizhou, he was arrogant about his genius and regarded his fame as dirt. However, he was unexpectedly defeated by Ye Junsheng at the Dao'an New Year's Poetry Festival. Afterwards, he traveled abroad and gained some experience. His mood quietly changed and he became much more mature and stable.
Holding the hot stamping sticker, he looked at Ye Junsheng by the window with somewhat complicated eyes. From Jizhou to Yangzhou, and then to the capital, although there were constant grievances between each other, there were very few real intersections. The feeling Ye Junsheng gave him was very strange. How should I put it, it felt very mysterious and ethereal. Like wind and fog, unpredictable.
Since the Dao'an Poetry Society lost its leader, Guo Nanming has regarded Ye Junsheng as his "enemy" and the target of his pursuit. But looking at Ye Junsheng, I'm afraid he doesn't mean this at all. He is indifferent, or disdainful?
A feeling of being slighted and humiliated came to his heart, and Guo Nanming clenched his fists involuntarily.
Looking towards Mei Xuehai, their eyes met, the meaning was self-evident.
¡°Perhaps for all the talented people here, if you want to win back a victory over Ye Junsheng, it¡¯s in this imperial examination room.
Time passes little by little, and the top three rankings in the provincial examination are about to be announced. Even if this rank has no real impact on the subsequent imperial examinations, reputation is reputation, even if it is invisible, it has an attraction that cannot be ignored for scholars.
Third place, Yang Jiangfan, a talented man from the south of the Yangtze River.
He did not show much excitement after hearing the good news, but his face was a bit gloomy, as if he was not satisfied with the result;
Second place, Mei Xuehai.
Amid the congratulations, Mei Xuehai barely smiled. The focus of his eyes always drifted to the other side, Ye Junsheng's body involuntarily.
Could it be that the past happened again and the leader was taken away by this guy again?
There is only one spot left, and Ye Junsheng has never received good news. The possibility of winning the provincial examination is very high; on the contrary, the possibility of failing is a bit unreliable
Such thoughts are floating in the minds of many people.
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The horse¡¯s hooves raised, making crisp sounds on the bluestone street. One after another, the rhythm is distinct and clear, just like the human heartbeat.
"Congratulations to Jizhou Yefu for ranking first in the provincial examination of Ye Yifeng High School, winning the title of Jie Yuan, and being listed in the "Huangjia" in the Beijing News!"
A hoarse cry was heard, and everyone in the street knew it.
It is indeed Ye Junsheng
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"I won, brother, you won the first place."
Ye Junmei cheered.
However, just as the good news came to his ears, Ye Junsheng felt that the black and yellow stone seals of heaven and earth were rotating at high speed, and a bit of sword light in them was almost rushing out.
Hiss!
Amidst the inaudible changes, streaks of yellow brilliance invisible to the naked eye flew from all directions and poured into Ye Junsheng's Niwan Palace. Finally, they were absorbed and digested by the natal flying sword "Jiangjinjiu".
With this benefit, the sword shines brightly and the sharp edge is strong, as if it is about to fly out and cut off the dust in the world.
Feijian seemed to have taken a tonic pill, and so did Ye Junsheng. His energy suddenly stood upright, as if he had been washed with divine water, and he stood up shaking.
In an instant, the whole person was radiant.
This is a kind of transformation on the spiritual level. Although others cannot understand it, the difference in the changes is very real and there is no fake.
"Hey, Zhong Xie Yuan is just different."
"No, people feel refreshed when happy events happen."
There was a sourness that could not be concealed in the low discussion.
Compared to his younger sister, Ye Junsheng was surprisingly calm. He stood up, cupped his hands around him, and said with a slight smile: "It's over for today. Thank you for the hospitality, Brother Mei. I'll take my leave."
After saying that, Shi Shiran took Ye Junmei downstairs.
Is this the end?
Everyone upstairs looked at each other, dumbfounded. From the beginning to the end, Ye Junsheng probably didn't pay attention to the battle set up by these talented people, just like the competition at different levels.
"Damn it!"
"Hateful!"
"Can I use foul language?"
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Ye Junsheng naturally didn¡¯t care about their reactions: How can he be praised by others all the time in this world?
Why bother?
??but seek the word "comfort".
The original mind is freedom. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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