Chapter 381 Who Is It?

"Your Majesty, these are just memorials."

The eunuch brought up a stack of memorials, and persuaded, "Why don't you take a break, Your Majesty? The old slave asked the imperial chef to bring some snacks."

Zhu Di waved his hand and picked up a memorial.

"...Xing Hebo's martial arts are outstanding, why not concentrate on martial arts... Then I have someone who will succeed me in martial arts!"

"..."

Zhu Di flipped through several memorials in succession, his brows gradually tightened.

This reaction is really fast enough!

Zhu Di picked up another memorial, which was a special secret.

After opening, the slightly messy handwriting still smelled of alcohol. Zhu Di didn't pay attention to this, because he saw that the writer's mood should be stirring, so the structure seemed to be open and closed.

"Slave Wang He..."

"...Gu Xing and Bo Fang Xing once went deep into Barren, crusaded against Bu Chen, and won the battle!"

"...Here lies a warrior who has spent his entire life defending the dignity and interests of Ming Dynasty forever!"

Zhu Di's expression was a bit dull. He held the memorial and looked at it for a long time, almost crushing the memorial into a ball, and finally put it in a wooden box on the imperial case.

"Deal with these memorials!"

The eunuch couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw that the memorials just sent were processed.

The so-called processing is 'drifting'. The fate of these memorials is to be placed in a warehouse until the day they rot.

But the eunuch didn't dare to interrupt, so he went up to hold the memorial, ready to hand it over to someone outside.

When walking outside the hall, a gust of wind blew by, blowing the corner of a memorial.

——Xing Hebo is a man who watches a wolf like an eagle. Guoben is young, and I worry about the future...

The autumn wind at the end of August blew by, and the eunuch suddenly shivered.

...

"Hey! Why am I at home?"

Fang Xing opened his eyes and saw the bed curtain. He felt the warmth in his arms and was a little dazed.

It was still dark at this time, Fang Xing checked the time: it was less than four o'clock in the morning.

Getting up quietly, Fang Xing walked out of the bedroom.

The temperature in the early morning of early autumn was very comfortable, so Fang Xing calmed down the startled bell first. On the opposite side of it, Rhubarb poked out a small head, and then retracted into its nest.

Fang woke up and went to the study. After disappearing for a moment, when he came out again, there was an extra bottle of beer in his hand.

Touching his swollen forehead, Fang Xing took a sip of beer.

Sober up with alcohol!

After drinking a bottle of beer, Fang Xing squinted his eyes, recalling yesterday's situation, but found nothing.

But yesterday he had a fortune before drinking, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

"It's too sharp!"

Feeling more comfortable, Fang woke up from the inner courtyard, and when he was moving his hands and feet, he saw a black figure strolling by the side.

"who?"

The black shadow suffocated, and immediately walked a few steps, bowed and said, "Uncle, it's Bo Lu."

"Bo Lu!" Fang Xing said in surprise, "When did you come back? Did your wife and children come to pick you up?"

Huang Zhong nodded and said: "The waterway is easy, we arrived at noon yesterday, Madam has already arranged it properly."

"Why, new to Fang's house, a little uncomfortable?"

"No, the environment here is quiet and quiet, much better than the original home in Xia, just for a while..."

The two chatted in circles in the front yard. Slowly, Huang Zhong realized that Fang Xing was not that kind of strict master, so he let go of his heart and asked: "Uncle, I also learned something yesterday, and I think...Wu An It is not necessarily a good thing for a Marquis to be deposed."

Fang Xing stopped, turned to look at Huang Zhong, and said with satisfaction, "That's right."

Stretching out his hand to pat the tree trunk beside him, Fang Xing sighed: "I wanted to maintain this situation, but Zheng Heng took the initiative to invite a fight, and I couldn't avoid it!"

Huang Zhong said: "But since it has already started, we can only drive Zheng Heng to death, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

Fang Xing looked at the gradually thinning stars in the sky, and said indifferently: "When things come to an end, of course I will beat Zheng Heng, a vicious dog, to death. The way!"

"Uncle..."

The two circled around in the yard until the servants got up to practice,

Only then did they look at each other, and they both felt that the conversation just now had enhanced their understanding of each other.

Back in the inner courtyard, Zhang Shuhui had already got up, and she couldn't help complaining when she saw him.

"Husband, your health isn't good yet. You drank so much wine yesterday that you startled my concubine and Xiaobai."

Fang Xing helped her brush away a strand of beautiful hair, and said with a smile: "Yesterday's victory was great, and the morale of the army was high, so how can I leave for my husband. Besides, the grandson is here, so I can't back down as a husband."

Zhang Shuhui looked at her husband in the mirror and pursed her lips with a smile: "Husband, the provincial examination will be released tomorrow, I don't know how Ma Su will be."

...

In the Gongyuan, the candles that had been lit all night finally went out.

The finally admitted test papers were gathered together. One of the chief examiners this time, the editor of the Hanlin Academy, Wang Chuan said with unclear eyes: "Can you open the paper?"

Zhou Shu blinked his sore eyes, nodded and said, "The heroes of the Jinling Township Examination are all here, let's go, let me see who they are."

Yan Dan immediately greeted the graders, and everyone uncovered the names together.

The test papers were opened in order from low to high. After being verified by many people, someone loudly said the candidates' names, places of origin and rankings, and then copied them down one by one.

Yan Dan was a little absent-minded. While looking at the names of the candidates on the examination paper in his hand, he pretended not to care about the Kaifeng of the people around him.

But after all the test papers except the top ten were revealed, Yan Dan didn't hear Ma Su's name. He glanced at Wang Chuan, secretly delighted in his heart.

Ma Su must be eliminated!

Thinking of how many times he had wandered in front of Ma Su's exam room, he must be always vigilant in his heart, no wonder he would do well in the exam!

This officer is indeed a genius!

Wang Chuan looked at the list of candidates and said with a smile, "Master Zhou, do these people have any objections?"

Zhou Shu took a sip of strong tea, and said flatly, "Since it's a vague name, and it's been several rounds of screening, of course it can't be wrong."

After glancing at the examiners who mostly had rabbit eyes, Wang Chuan said, "Then open the test papers for the top ten."

Zhou Shu nodded, and immediately the four fellow examiners slowly revealed the names...

"Tenth place,... Wang Yuan."

"Ninth place,...Yin Jiahui."

"eight place,……"

The first place in the provincial examination is called Jieyuan, and the second to tenth place are called Yayuan.

"Second place...Jiang Bin."

"call……"

Hearing this, Yan Dan finally confirmed that there was no place for Ma Su in the Yingtianfu Township Examination.

The last paper was for Jie Yuan, and all eyes were on the same examiner named Zhao Guoan.

The benevolent Zhao Guoan smiled and opened the test paper...

Yan Dan rubbed his eyes, thinking about getting a good night's sleep after finishing the work.

Wang Chuan and Zhou Shu sat at the head together, holding a cold teacup, and felt that the experience of the chief examiner would be a great boost to his future career.

Zhao Guoan finally opened the test paper. After removing the blurred names, he was taken aback for a moment, and then said happily, "My lords, this township test finally has a good story."

who is it? When Sir Dybala talked about writing novels, or code words, he believed that emotions must be brought in: when Fang Xing is happy, Sir must be happy in advance, and he must be in a happy mood when writing these plots. When Fang Xing is angry, Jazz will bring himself into the mood first, and then he can act... And when Fang Xing is impassioned, Jazz will probably play some grand, exciting music to accompany him... Jazz thinks that his writing is poor, so he can only use these methods to assist. Jazz really doesn't have the ability to coldly look at the anger, excitement, and sadness of the protagonist in his writing, nor can he reach that level.