Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 99

  Liu Wenshan and Jiang Chen seemed to be pardoned, they hurriedly stood up and followed Fang Jifan closely.

  Following Enfu is a sign of success. Although he was scolded bloody, he found that he is fulfilled. Even if he is a dog, he is also happy.

  Fang Jifan approached the stunned Tang Yin, and smiled at him: "Little Tang, I'll wait for you at the mansion, you must come."

   "..." Tang Bohu was so distressed that he wanted to die.

  Fang Jifan's two disciples both overwhelmed him, so is this considered a loss?

  At least in the market place, in the gambling market, the criterion for winning or losing is that if one of Fang Jifan's three disciples can beat Tang Yin, a Jiangnan talent, Tang Yin will be considered a loser.

  I... really want to worship under Fang Jifan?

  Fang Jifan is a... but a...

  Thinking of that night, this prodigal son punched me in the face, beat me up, and clamored that I was Wang Fa. After the beating, he lightly said to the police, "Tang Yin beat me, I forgive him."

   Tang Yin was trembling all over, his old injury suddenly ached, tears blurred his eyes.

Fang Jifan was playing with his Fragrant Concubine Fan, and the fan bone knocked on Tang Yin's shoulder, Fang Jifan said like a spring breeze: "Don't be in a hurry, don't you have to cry a few times when you get on the sedan chair, and break the door frame to die? I... have plenty of time, well, look, a few disciples who are incompetent didn't do very well in the exam, go back and beat them up."

  Leave this sentence behind, ignore everyone, put your hands behind your back, and stare in all directions.

  Where the eyes passed by, those scholars who were staring at Fang Jifan, hurriedly averted their eyes in shame, not daring to look at him.

   This is a feeling of seeing all the mountains and mountains at a glance, ten years of cold windows, shit! Huiyuan, what is it? Fang Jifan kicked him over, and he had to lie on the ground and call his teacher to teach him a lesson.

  Fang Jifan finally set his sights on the Zhang family brothers: "You two uncles... How are you?"

   "..." The Zhang family brothers' eyes were a bit dull, this time, there was no hypocrisy, just a stiff face.

  They still can't seem to accept what happened before them.

   "Uncle Shi, my nephew is leaving, goodbye."

  Fang Jifan pursed his lips and walked away.

Quiet…

  Outside the Gongyuan, it was still eerily quiet.

  Everyone's complexion is ashen. This should be the past dynasties. Since the opening of the imperial examination, there has never been a cheering look at the rankings.

  Those who should have been proud of the spring breeze, now feel a little tasteless, like an **** who entered the Dong room, and he is happy when he is happy, but there is just a little regret.

   Tang Yin's face was sallow, and his eyes were moist.

   Want to cry, want to cry, want to vent.

   But before he had time to cry, someone beside him burst into tears.

   "Oh my god! My silver..." Zhang Heling clutched his heart and howled like a pig butcher: "My fifty thousand taels of silver, my coffin, what a crime, what kind of crime is this, I...God..."

  Zhang Yanling hammered his chest PU, raised his head to the sky and screamed: "Brother...my heart hurts so much, brother..."

  When the two of them cried, it was really miserable, and the howling sound wanted to break through the sky.

  But when they cry, their emotions are contagious. Those who lost money wiped their tears secretly, and those who were enthusiastic and unrestrained simply burst into tears. Those scholars who have lost their reputation in Sun Shan originally wanted to be scruples about being gentle, although their faces were stiff and unacceptable, but now their emotions are also exaggerated.

   "Oh my God..." Countless denunciations of God shocked the heavens, those who cried in their arms were covered with tears, and some people convulsed from crying and fell to the ground.

Elegy songs are everywhere, even those lucky enough to have their noses sore, they don't know whether it's sadness or joy, it seems... the title on the gold list has become something that cannot be shown off, so they walked out of the crowd with a dignified expression. Come out, go back to your inn, and thank the guests behind closed doors.

bingo? In the middle is in the middle, what is the number in the middle? Hey... embarrassing!

  …

  Fang Jifan heard the wailing behind him, the faint cry was like a symphony, he stopped, and the three disciples behind him also stopped, Fang Jifan looked back, and the three of them also looked back.

"It's really miserable." Fang Jifan sighed: "Just now, did I scold them too much and hurt their self-esteem?" Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, that's probably what happens to winners in life. It's inevitable to get carried away, but... Why do I still want to laugh now? Hey, fallen! When did I, Fang Jifan, become bad? There are bad people in the crowd, and they led me to the wrong.

  Shaking his head, he said to the three disciples who followed suit: "Look, this is the end of not making progress in study, don't learn from them."

  Ouyang Zhi and the three were extremely complicated. Looking at their mentor, they suddenly realized that the image of their mentor was incomparably stalwart and tall. If there is no mentor, I am afraid that they will not be able to make it to where they are today in their entire life. The slightest complaints about their mentor are now wiped out. Picking feet, I no longer have the indecent feeling of the past. Instead, I feel that my mentor is like a refined worldly expert, even picking feet is so free and easy.

  Mentor...Amazing!

  …

  Forbidden City.

  Today is an auspicious day for the announcement.

  However, this list was released directly from the Tribute Court. Previously, no one was allowed to enter or leave the Tribute Court, so even in the palace, people had to be sent to see the list, and no one could get inside information in advance.

The talent ceremony is always valued by the rulers. The selection of scholars every three years will determine the direction of the court in ten or twenty years. He put on the Tongtian crown and the mian suit, and waited in the warm pavilion.

  Even if the memorials were sent from all states and counties in the world, Emperor Hongzhi was not in the mood to represent them at the moment.

  After all, compared to the trivial matters in various provinces and governments, what is there to attend this grand meeting every three years?

   Liu Jian, Xie Qian, Wang Ao, Ma Wensheng and others are all here.

Today, Liu Jian specially asked His Majesty to call Ma Wensheng to an audience. On the one hand, he said that he might discuss the issue of Ma Wensheng, because Ma Wensheng is the Minister of the Ministry of War and the duty of supervising the military affairs of the Beijing camp. After Ma Wensheng came, he was a little confused. When Wang Aoren and others talked about the historical rankings of southerners and northern scholars in the general examination with great interest, this Ma Shangshu seemed to have recalled it.

  Although he knew that neither Xie Qian nor Wang Ao were the kind of people with ulterior motives, on the contrary, their personalities were very frank.

But when they talked about the imperial examination, they counted the birthplaces of the previous candidates and champions with great interest. Ma Wensheng wanted to die, and then he also saw that Liu Jian was superficially god-like, but in fact he was listless. .

Ma Wensheng is from Yuzhou, counting, he and Liu Jian are half of the same township, and both belong to the Henan Chief Envoy. His Jinshi in the second year of Jingtai was not ranked high, and he barely ranked second. Humanly speaking, it's pretty good.

   But Xie Qian is the number one scholar, and Wang Ao is the first scholar in the examination. These qualifications are very famous. Today's imperial examination reminds the prince and Xie Gong of the glory of the past, so the conversation is very interesting.

  Ma Wensheng glanced at Liu Jian with a wry smile, and muttered in his heart, Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu, you and I are from the same hometown, why bother to drag me to suffer? He was too embarrassed to speak, so he simply became a clay bodhisattva.

  Emperor Hongzhi asked the time several times, and couldn't help but look anxious: "Has the list not been released yet? The auspicious time has passed, why is it so slow?"

   "Your Majesty." The little **** said: "I have sent someone to urge it. If there is no delay, as long as the list is released, it will be sent immediately."

   "Well..." Emperor Hongzhi looked at Wang Ao again, and said, "Master Wang, you said that just now, don't you agree that the meeting is likely to be Tang Yin?"

"Your Majesty is 50% sure. However, Your Majesty should also know that the chief envoy of Zhejiang Province and Xie Yuan of the chief envoy of Jiangxi Province are also great talents. Most of the Huiyuan in history are from Nanzhili. , Zhejiang, and Jiangxi, but this time, Xie Yuan and Tang Yin from Nanzhili are even more famous, surpassing Jiangsu and Zhejiang."

Emperor Hongzhi nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, Jiangxi used to belong to Jiangnan West Road, while Yingtianfu and Zhejiang belonged to Jiangnan East Road. You may not have such insight, after all, all the ministers of the same court share my worries, but they don't know that the origins of these ministers are different."

   Xie Qian said with a smile: "There are talents everywhere in the two capitals and thirteen provinces. The reason why Jiangnan's literary style is prosperous is actually related to its prosperity. Therefore, it cannot be generalized."

  He was humble for a while, but he was still very proud in his heart.

  (end of this chapter)