Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 33 The Day of the Imperial Examination
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, little Zhao Zi is here." Qing'er jumped up from the stool when she heard Zhao Wujiang's voice.

She hurriedly opened the door, and saw Zhao Wujiang standing outside the door, dressed in black, with a slender figure, a face like a crown of jade, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, extremely handsome.

Qing'er raised her smiling face and said with a sweet smile: "You are here, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Wujiang rubbed Qing'er's hair all over his head, this time Qing'er just pouted and didn't dodge.

Stepping into the room, Wu Meiniang's exquisite and beautiful face smiled lightly, and the smile was full of beauty.

He saw the pastries on the table, obviously carefully prepared.

He just didn't have breakfast, so he took advantage of the situation and sat at the table.

Zhao Wujiang was about to pick up a piece of pastry, when Qing'er's little hand hit him on the back of his hand.

whispered:
"Your Majesty doesn't like people eating pastries made by her without permission.

Last time I was a little bit hungry, so I was slapped by the empress. "

Qing'er feels wronged.

Wu Meiniang heard Qing'er's grievance, and said gently: "Master Zhao, whatever you like, don't be cautious, take whatever you want."

Zhao Wujiang looked at Wu Meiniang's pretty face with Hongxia, smiled, picked up a piece of pastry, and put it in his mouth.

It smells like osmanthus, with a little tangerine peel, sweet and sour fragrance, full of color and fragrance...Zhao Wujiang savored it carefully, it seems that Wu Meiniang's craftsmanship is still good.

"what about the taste?"

Wu Meiniang's eyes were burning, she looked at Zhao Wujiang's handsome face, and asked expectantly.

"How does it taste, tell me tell me little Zhao."

Qing'er stared at Zhao Wujiang eagerly, feeling so greedy that he couldn't help it.

"It's soft in the mouth, sweet and sour, and it melts in one sip, and it's even fresher in the mouth. The lady is really good at making it. It would be great if I could eat the dim sum made by the lady every day!"

Hearing Zhao Wujiang's earnest and sincere praise of her craftsmanship, Wu Meiniang looked at Zhao Wujiang with a bright and pretty face, with rippling water in her eyes.

Half an hour later, Wu Meiniang was lying on the bed, blushing all over her face.

Zhao Wujiang was going to give her needles.

A course of acupuncture treatment has ended, and now I am going for another course of treatment.

As for the total number of courses of treatment, it all depends on Zhao Wujiang himself.

This time the acupuncture site was on the chest, which was different from the previous acupuncture. This time, both of them had different attitudes.

After all, Zhao Wujiang has seen what should be seen and what should not be seen.

After a while, the silver needle was inserted into Wu Meiniang's body, Wu Meiniang finally couldn't help moaning, her expression was unusually charming.

Oops...Zhao Wujiang listened to this seductive voice.

He took a deep breath, stabilized his mind and continued to administer the needle.

Wu Meiniang looked at Zhao Wujiang, that handsome face made him look sideways frequently.

Then, her eyes caught a glimpse of the hem of Zhao Wujiang's shirt inadvertently.

Ok?
Suspecting that she had read it wrong, she took another look.

This... Wu Meiniang was short of breath, thinking of something, her face was full of disbelief.

She didn't make a sound, she covered her red lips with her hand.

After a long while, Zhao Wujiang finished administering the acupuncture for Wu Meiniang and left Zhaoyi Palace.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Zhao is gone, so don't look at it."

But Wu Meiniang's gaze remained motionless, and she even forgot the heat on her face...

"Qing'er, what do you think Master Zhao would be like if he were a real man?"

"Naturally, he is an excellent man in the world, but it's impossible. Alas, Mr. Zhao cleaned himself up on the first day he entered the palace..."

"Who is clean?"

"This servant doesn't know."

Wu Meiniang sighed in her heart, did she just misread it?
Forget it, maybe Ben Gong is dazzled... How could he be a real man...

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The day of the imperial examination.

Outside the secretary's provincial hall.

Many examinees had already gathered, and there were two groups of people standing clearly apart from each other.

A group of people dressed in brocade clothes, chatting and laughing constantly, are candidates for official studies of the Sixth School of the National Academy of Sciences, children of nobles.

The other group of people, most of them wearing Confucian shirts with simple notation, are the rural tribute candidates who passed the Qiuwei from various states and counties, and they are the children of poor families.

In the circle of noble children, most people gathered around one person, with curiosity and admiration in their eyes.Compliment the person constantly.

"Brother Cui, thank you for sending us off. You came early in the morning to send us to the scientific examination. My little brother is really touched."

"That's right, thanks to brother Cui, I have been imbued with a lot of talent. I think this scientific examination must be smoother."

"Brother Cui turned out to be a poet of the Qingping Diao in Yuman Chang'an. I really admire him."

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Surrounded by the crowd was Cui Anshan of the Qinghe Cui family. At Cui Anshan's previous dinner party, he responded to the request of a group of talents and sent them into the examination room.

A group of gifted scholars and beauties kept praising him for his poetic talents, and praised him as a fairy in the world of poetry.

"It's my luck to know brother Cui."

Zhu Chengxiao said with a smile:
"However, yesterday I heard that some Xiaoxiao people pretended to be Cui brother's Qingping Diao as a poet. It is simply disgusting."

"Oh? There are such things? I didn't expect there to be such a brazen person in the world!"

A candidate next to him echoed.

When Cui Anshan heard Zhu Chengxiao's words, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little guilty. He thought of the "little eunuch" Zhao Wujiang he met during the harem poetry meeting.

Huh, but, he is just a little eunuch... It should be impossible to leave the palace, let alone come here, right?

Cui Anshan slandered in his heart, comforted himself over and over again and began to accept flattery with peace of mind.

A gathering place for poor disciples.

A handsome young man in a gray Confucian shirt is silently reciting the content that may be tested in today's imperial examination.

Beside him, a fat young man with small round eyes was talking.

"Brother Zhang? Shall we go up and have a chat?"

The fat young man's name is Jia Baoyi, and he looks enviously at the place where the noble children gather.

"No need, if you want to go, you can go." The young man in the gray Confucian shirt said lightly, with a calm expression on his face.

His name is Zhang Weimin, and he met Jia Baoyi, a fat young man, when he was staying in a hotel.

"Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, Doctor Yushi, and Minister of the Ministry of Officials are here!"

Following a summons, the Minister of Rites and the Minister of the Ministry of Officials came slowly, and they had already arrived at the gate of the Provincial Hall of Ministers.

"See the proctor, see the chief examiner."

The examinees knew their identities when they saw the glazed cyan jade plaques and the big red jade plaques hanging in front of them.

The Minister of Rites looked at the black candidates at the door of the store, looked at them full of energy, and nodded in satisfaction.

Zhu Youci, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, looked around, but did not find Zhao Wujiang and Wang Yifang.

He winked at his beloved nephew Zhu Chengxiao, and Zhu Chengxiao gestured to signal that everything was ready, just waiting for the target Zhao Wujiang to appear.

(End of this chapter)