Beiyang new warlord

"What are you talking about, that's Prince Regent Enke! Does Enke know? It's for the selection of officials!"

"It's about the official! Let's go! It has nothing to do with us ordinary people!"

Amidst the chaotic shouts, a group of small townspeople went to their own business again, shaking their heads, but there were still some caring people in the crowd, staring at the document carefully, word by word.

Among them, an old scholar with a slightly fat figure in his forties, wearing a splendid green Taoist robe, a melon cap, and a pair of dioramas on his face, looked at it very seriously.

"Uncle Liu, what is written on the imperial list of the warrior?"

The old scholar was startled by the sudden sound. When he turned around, the person who made the sound was a very handsome and flamboyant young man in a white scholar's Confucian robe, holding a mountain and water folding fan, and a long hair tied with a scarf. Typical The son of the rich family went out, and beside him were two servants in green clothes and caps.

Hearing the impatient question of the young scholar, the old scholar hastily turned back in three steps and made two steps, he clenched his fists helplessly, bowed and said, "Oh, my young master! Misfortune comes out of your mouth! Now is The regent is in power! You are so outspoken! Be careful of the guards on the streets!"

While speaking, he trembled and looked around, his eyes seemed to see everyone as a royal guard, not to mention, because of the scholar's ostentatious voice, most of the people around him turned around and left in fright, which made the old scholar even more nervous. scared.

However, it is true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, but the young scholar was angry and hummed indifferently: "He was originally a rough warrior who fell into the eyes of money, and he wiped out several barbarian tribes with a little luck." So aggressively forcing the emperor to give him the title of king, now he doesn’t want to reimburse the emperor, but instead takes power, that’s fine, just don’t say anything, what did the emperor’s report say?”

Pulling the young man who was talking about running the train aside, to make sure that no Jin Yiwei was nearby ready to arrest him at any time, the old scholar heaved a sigh of relief, rubbing the sweat on his forehead and answering softly.

"Returning to the young master, the regent has opened the Enke exam! Scholars in the capital and scholars from other places can come to the Long En Academy under the Rites Department of the Taiping Street of the capital within seven days to register for the Enke exam, and this time they pass the exam, saying that they can be appointed officials immediately! "

It's really realistic. When he heard that there was an official, the young scholar's eyes lit up with excitement, and he laughed loudly with his chest: "Even if the king of Liao is not confused, he knows that to rule the world, you need to be a scholar! I, Dong Shiyun, have caught up. !"

"Where to sign up! Take me there quickly!"

"I obey!"

Seeing his son's appearance that he is the champion of the current discipline, the old scholar hastily nodded several times and led the way in front, but after walking a few steps, he still couldn't help but look back at the emperor's list. Looking around.

Different from the previous Huangbang Enke, this time, it is specially marked on this Huangbang that as long as you have the qualifications of catering students, you can join Enke immediately!

The style of writing in the south is prosperous, and it is easy to study. It is not only a natural advantage, but also a disaster. There are too many geniuses who stand out. Like him, if he was in any prefecture in Jiangbei, he might have passed the examination, or even a Jinshi. But being born in such a place as Shaoxing, he can only be given the life of being a teacher for the rest of his life. This is the first time that a person like him also has an imperial examination reference, and has the opportunity to be an official.

"Uncle Liu?"

A shout brought the old scholar back to his senses, but he shook his head in a self-deprecating manner. The shady scene in the officialdom is clear to a teacher like him!I'm afraid that the eligibility to be a shanshan student is just to give some hope to the scholars, and the real admission quota is only for the son of his family, Dong Qichang, a famous scholar from the south of the Yangtze River.

"Master, this way!"

Holding his arms, he led the way again.

The literati at the end of the Ming Dynasty are really shameless. Just because Mao Jue issued an order to pay food for scholars, farmers, and businessmen, depriving them of the privilege of not paying taxes, this opportunity for Enke to be an official, Long En Immediately in front of the academy, there was a huge crowd of people. From the street to the end of the alley, there were Confucian costumes with big sleeves and fluffy scarves.Many ordinary people in the capital probably have never seen so many scholars in their entire lives.

There are a few tables at the entrance of the academy, and a few officials of the eighth and ninth grades under the Ministry of Rites are weakly spreading out the ledgers, recording the names and places of origin of the future people one by one.

However, this Xumo scholar is like a bee swarm, with a high level of prestige, with two bookboys and Mr. Liu, the arrogant son Dong Shiyun swaggered directly into the line, facing the astonished faces of several officials from the Ministry of Rites , he clasped his fists triumphantly.

"The grandson of Dong Qichang in Huating, Songjiang, pays his respects to several adults. In the name of his father, Xiaosheng is here to pay a visit to Master Xu from the Ministry of Rites. I hope that some adults will recommend him for you!"

This self-introduction is much more powerful than that of my father being Li Gang in later generations. The few officials in the Ministry of Rituals immediately changed their colors, and suddenly became more energetic.

"It turns out to be Master Dong's virtuous grandson, sorry for your disrespect! Mr. Xu is sorting out documents and pictures in the academy, please follow this official!"

Dong Qichang has a very high prestige among the scholars in the south of the Yangtze River. Whether it is the Donglin Party or the anti-Donglin faction, he will sell him some face. The real disciples and old officials are all over the world. Among the envy of other scholars, Dong Shiyun is not surprised was invited in.

"Even Master Dong's grandson has come to take the exam! It seems that the king of Liao is destined by fate, and he is really going to sit in the world!"

"I'm afraid the number one scholar has already gone to someone else before the exam begins!"

Those who were close, a group of scholars couldn't help whispering, but the words were full of sour taste.

Normally, this Liu Botao and Mr. Liu would already be elated when he heard the other poor scholars discussing. To put it bluntly, he is a bully! Doesn't the prestige of his employer mean that he is also prestige?

But this time, I don’t know why, this old scholar who has made great progress in the imperial examination for more than ten years, looked at the back of Dong Shiyun entering the academy, but his heart couldn’t help being sour. The quota has been squeezed in the past, and a poor family like him who is not particularly talented and has mediocre family affairs will never have a bright future!

Daming is like this, but Dashun has never experienced it! If the Liao King Jianguo is replaced, what the hell is like this!

For a while, Master Liu was quite disheartened, feeling disillusioned.

But just when he was in a daze, another sudden word rang in his ears.

"Name, place of origin!"

Out of the six entry officers, five of them stood up when Dong Shiyun came, and the one who spoke in his ear was the only one who didn't stand up to compliment him, and unlike those few people, this official from the Ministry of Rituals had a stiff and indifferent face. , without looking up at the bibliography under his hand, he asked mechanically.

"I'm here to accompany the young master, not to participate in Enke!"

"Study the sage's books hard for more than ten years, why, dare not even challenge your fate once? Have you read the books into the stomach of a dog?"

He never expected that the clerk of the Ministry of Rites would be so rude, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly Liu Botao's already wrinkled face under the diorama glasses flushed, but a moment later, he was like a discouraged ball, slumped Relaxed.

"Even if you pass the exam, so what? Just study with the prince!"

"Anyway, this trip was not in vain! Even if you fail the ranking, you don't regret it. I also failed the ranking more than ten times, so what?"

Suddenly, the taste of Liaodong Mandarin changed a little, so that Liu Botao could hear a little local accent, raised his head in astonishment, and looked at the clerk of the Ministry of Rites who seemed to be older than himself with a weathered face, and was once again astonished. Immediately, the old scholar straightened his chest, and reported in a full-fledged way.

"Liu Gongyu, courtesy name Bo Tao, from Pinghu, Shaoxing"

There were a total of seven days of recording, and there were quite a lot of scholars in the Ming Dynasty. Only in the Hebei area of ​​the capital, there were more than 600 scholars who came to sign up. This number was somewhat beyond the expectations of Mao Jue and the six ministers.

However, it is always a good thing that talents come to vote. The academies in the capital that were originally planned to take the exam could not be accommodated. Mao Jue made another plan temporarily and changed to a more grand place.

It took another three days to prepare the imperial examinations and print the papers. Early in the morning at the end of June, these scholars who signed up gathered in front of Zhengyang Gate according to the imperial list.

In their unbelievable eyes, the gate of the confinement palace was opened with a bang, followed by a hundred or so examiners from the Ministry of Rites leading the way, allowing many scholars to enter the palace to rush for the exam.

For more than 280 years in the Ming Dynasty, the number of palace examinations is also very small! That is a great honor! Even if you fail, it is enough to brag for a long time, full of excitement, a group of scholars lined up and entered the spacious palace.

"The palace test as soon as you come up! No matter what, the king of Liao knows how to reuse scholars!"

Even Dong Shiyun, the arrogant son with eyes in the sky, looked at the towering palace gate, nodded in admiration, and then turned around and said.

"Master, I went to the palace to rush for the exam, you can just wait here, no need to send it off!"

The two little bookboys bowed their heads and agreed, but the master Liu Botao's face was blushing at the moment.

"Well, master, the younger one has also signed up to participate in this Enke."

"Uncle Liu, you? Enke?"

Suddenly, as if seeing an alien, Dong Shiyun stared at him as a teacher for a full minute, and immediately, a very contemptuous smile appeared on his face, which made Liu Botao uncomfortable.

"Uncle Liu also wants to see the excitement! Let's come together!"

"Yes, what the young master said is very true, the young one just wants to learn from the long-term!"