Quick Travel: A max-level boss, chase your husband online

Sang Qingjiu arranged everything properly, and during this period he also sent letters to the Qing'an Hou Mansion.

In February, he entered Gongyuan.

In the cold winter, even if a charcoal fire was lit in the tribute courtyard, it would be bone-chilling cold. While his thoughts were still clear, Sang Qingjiu answered quickly.

There are three exams in total.

In the first session, there are four books and five classics; in the second session, there are five essays and judgments, and one answer from the imperial edict, imperial edict, and table; in the third session, there is a test on classics and historical policies.

Each session lasts three days, with three exams in a row, for a total of nine days.

After nine days, everyone was sick.

Even the experienced Sang Qingjiu felt a little tired after walking out of Gongyuan.

Fortunately, the results are very gratifying.

As expected, she would come first in the exam.

Immediately afterwards, he went to take part in the palace examination without stopping.

A main hall, a set of tables and chairs, a piece of paper and a pen are the future of the candidates present.

Sang Qingjiu met the queen.

The Queen is obviously not too old, she is probably in her early forties. Looking at her fair and rosy face, you can tell that she can live for at least twenty years.

I am also a wise man.

Then be a staunch royalist.

The first time he met the Queen, Sang Qingjiu decided on his future path.

And her calm and composed appearance was particularly conspicuous among a group of anxious and nervous students.

The Queen deliberately stood beside her for several minutes, looking at the elegant and unrestrained words on her answer sheet and the precise answers, she couldn't help showing a hint of appreciation.

Looking at Sang Qingjiu's age again, she was even more satisfied.

Young and handsome man!

Not bad!

She just loves geniuses.

Before leaving, the Queen patted her on the shoulder and said, "Answer well."

This is the most special treatment in the entire venue.

Seeing this, the civil and military ministers who were watching could not help but cast their eyes on Sang Qingjiu.

Facing many suspicious, scrutinizing, and curious looks, Sang Qingjiu remained unmoved, with a calm expression on his face.

Wait until evening when the palace examination is over.

The candidates left the venue one after another.

After Sang Qingjiu left the palace, he hurried back home. As soon as he entered the front yard, he saw the parents of the original owner sitting in the hall with unnatural expressions on their faces.

"Mom, dad!"

Sang Qingjiu stepped forward, "You are finally here!"

Seeing her, the embarrassment on the second elder's face turned into a smile.

Sang's father quickly grabbed Sang Qingjiu's hand, his eyes shining, "I've lost weight, I've lost weight."

"Qingjiu, how did you do in the palace examination?" Sang's mother asked curiously.

"I did very well in the exam. The emperor even looked at my exam papers."

Sang Qingjiu responded with a smile.

"That's good, that's good!"

Sang's mother slapped her thigh, her face full of excitement, "Someone from our Sang family will become officials in the future. Let's go home later and repair the ancestral graves!"

"Qingjiu, what about the marriage you mentioned?" Sang's father asked again from the side.

A few months ago, the couple received a letter from Sang Qingjiu.

The letter only said that they should go to the capital to arrange the marriage, but the details were unclear. They panicked and hurriedly followed the caravan to the capital.

As soon as I entered Beijing, I was sent to such a big house.

The caravan also said that this house belonged to Sang Qingjiu.

The old couple were frightened and frightened, worried that Sang Qingjiu's house had something wrong with it.

Sang Qingjiu sat down and explained to them, saying that he earned the house by himself, and when he finished the palace examination, he would ask the old couple to bring a matchmaker to Qing'an Marquis Mansion to propose marriage.

Hou Mansion!

The old couple was shocked.

"This Hou's Mansion..." Sang's mother couldn't help but ask: "Shall we go to the Hou's Mansion to propose marriage?"

For God's sake, that's the Hou Mansion.

For an old couple who spent the first half of their lives digging in the fields, a county magistrate was a powerful official. Normally, even the village chief would not dare to provoke him.

This time, I want to be my in-laws with the Hou Mansion!

"I met the young cousin of the Hou Mansion, He Xu Qingtong, and we fell in love at first sight. He is willing to marry me, and the Hou Mansion has also discussed it with me. We can propose marriage only after the rankings in the imperial examination are known."

"well!"

Sang's mother called out "good" twice and said happily, "I knew Qingjiu that your good marriage was still to come."

Be nice.

The young cousin of the Hou Mansion.

What a good identity, what a good child!

Later, when they learned that He Xuqing's parents had died young, the old couple were filled with sympathy and quickly prepared a betrothal gift.

In the busy day after day, two guards with happy faces arrived.

"Congratulations to Miss Sang for winning the top prize in high school."

The guard smiled and said a series of flattering words.

She was so happy that Sang's mother stuffed two big red envelopes into her hand.

After the rankings were announced, Sang Qingjiu went out for a two-day banquet.

After going through a series of processes such as roll call and wearing red, she received an official position bestowed by the emperor himself - Editor of the Hanlin Academy.

From the sixth grade.

It can't be considered a high position, but the starting point is much higher than those who have spent their entire lives as seventh-grade county magistrates.

But these are not important things at the moment.

The most important thing now is the marriage between Sang Qingjiu and He Xuqing.

In fact, even the old Marquis of Qing'an did not expect that Sang Qingjiu could come back as the top scholar. After all, she had investigated Sang Qingjiu's previous rankings, and she could only say that he was ranked at the front, not top-notch.

fair enough.

With the title of No. 1 Scholar, Xu Qing would not be criticized and speculated by outsiders when she married.

Thinking of this, the smiling faces of Mr. Hou and Mr. Hou Zhengjun became much gentler.

After talking to Sang's father and Sang's mother again, they found that the old couple were simple and did not cause trouble, and Lao Houye and Lao Hou Zhengjun were even more satisfied.

As for the fact that the bride price is not large, it doesn't matter.

He Xuqing's dowry is large, so he won't be disadvantaged by marrying her.

As a result, the two parties quickly reached an agreement and set the marriage date in three months. Then the matter was handed over to the matchmaker to go through the process, and the Sang family quickly returned to their hometown to worship their ancestors and entertain guests.

After completing the process, he hurried back to Beijing.

The time is just right.

The weather in July is indeed a bit hot.

He Xuqing was sitting on a rickety sedan chair, holding a jade Ruyi in his hand. Listening to the high and cheerful suona sounds outside, he couldn't help feeling panicked.

The sedan suddenly stopped.

He held the long red silk, crossed the high threshold, and looked at the red shadow worshiping heaven and earth with him.

That's how he got married.

Will this person really be good to him?

With an uneasy heart, he was sent to the bright red wedding room.

He didn't know how long he waited before the strong smell of alcohol appeared in front of him.

A pair of slender white hands lifted the red hijab that blocked his sight for most of the day. He raised his eyes and saw the man smiling.

"Husband."

Sang Qingjiu shouted softly, stroking his soft cheeks with his fingertips.

He Xuqing looked at her with wide eyes, and suddenly lowered his eyes shyly, shouting softly, "Wife, Master Wife. In the future, Master Wife, please have mercy~"

"nature."

Sang Qingjiu responded and lowered his head to place a kiss on his brow, "I have missed my husband for a long time."

The red wedding robe fell apart with her words, and the exposed skin was dazzlingly white. The red bed shook with a creaking sound, which made the slaves outside smile ambiguously.

But the two people in the room seemed to be on a boat drifting in the sea, intoxicated in the swaying pleasure, not knowing what night it was.