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Mr. Shen Ge and Jiang Shangshu hurriedly bent down to salute. Song Ming waved his hands to them silently. Seeing that all the tributes were very engaged in answering, he walked towards them. He didn't know how the others except Xie Yuan responded.

Song Ming read the paper very quickly. He didn't read the fonts that didn't suit his eyes. He didn't read the ones that had too much nonsense at the beginning. He didn't read the papers that were all praises and flattery. Song Ming would also deliberately make a little noise to show that the writing was very bad. own dissatisfaction.

Look at what is written here. It should be an edict to punish oneself and a haircut. Song Ming casually kicked the Gongshi.

Mr. Shen Ge and Jiang Shangshu either looked down at the ground or looked up at the sky. Anyway, they saw nothing.

Song Ming looked at more than 30 people in a row, but none of them let him see anything that stood out in front of him. He was already a little unhappy. He didn't want to embarrass his own master, so he walked directly in front of Xie Yuan. Well, that's right. It's been written.

Song Ming then looked down. Is the division of labor clear? He thought about it seriously and felt that this method was feasible.

After a while, Song Ming, who had read the entire policy article, walked towards the tribute scholar who was second in line.

Xie Yuan saw that the person beside him had left, and raised his head slightly. Through the message conveyed by that person, he thought he knew the Holy Lord quite well. However, after seeing the Holy Lord today, his image suddenly became clear in his mind. Come alive.

Song Ming stayed next to the second tribute for a while, and then walked towards the third. He looked at seven people in a row before stopping. Well, although the writing was not as good as Xie Yuan's, it was still meaningful. .

Song Ming did not realize that he had silently turned Xie Yuan's policy into a standard for measuring other tributes.

Song Ming read so many test papers in succession before returning to the dragon chair and sitting down. This time he only stayed for half an hour before leaving.

In Qingshi Alley, in the backyard room, slight footsteps sounded. Jiang Mingyue rubbed her eyes and sat up from the soft bed in confusion.

"Apple, has it been announced?"

"Yes, madam, do you want to take a nap for a while?" Apple put the washing water aside and asked softly.

Jiang Mingyue yawned.

"Stop squinting, don't waste time."

After hearing this, Pingguo opened the tent and helped his master get dressed. When she stretched out her feet, Pingguo quickly helped Jiang Mingyue put on her embroidered shoes.

Jiang Mingyue supported the bed with one hand and landed on the ground holding her round belly with the other.

After washing their faces, gargling their mouths, and combing their hair, it was already a quarter of an hour before they went out.

Halfway through the time, Jiang Mingyue finally arrived at the foot of the imperial city. When Zhou Bin parked the car, she got out of the carriage with Apple's support and looked at the majestic and solemn palace.

Of course, she just looked at it and was not attracted to it. After all, there were too many rules when entering the palace. Seeing that her husband had to learn etiquette for half a month in order to take the palace examination, she was put off by the palace.

"Is this madam also here to pick someone up?" Jiang Mingyue said a cheerful voice when she was looking at the palace in trance.

Jiang Mingyue turned around and saw a young woman in her early thirties walking over with a little boy of about fourteen or five years old.

"I'm here to pick up my husband-in-law. Madam too?"

"Hey! That's a coincidence. Our husband-in-law is from the same school. My husband's family name is Sun. Judging from my age, I should be a little older than you. If you don't mind, just call me Sister Sun."

"Hello, Sister Sun, my husband's family name is Xie."

The two started chatting like this.

Time passed bit by bit, and when the shadow of Chengqian Palace became longer and longer, Xie Yuan realized that it was already the end of Shenshi, he had not had lunch, and he had not drank water for most of the day. Hungry and thirsty, I glanced at the students around me from the corner of my eye and saw that many of them had finished checking their papers.

Xie Yuan raised his hand and handed in the paper. He did not get up immediately. Instead, he massaged his legs first. After his knees were no longer so sore, he followed the little eunuch to the small door on the east side. After everyone had handed in their papers, , Minister Zhao will lead them out of the palace together.

While waiting, Xie Yuan found a line of sight falling on him. He looked calmly, looked into the man's eyes, and nodded gently.

Eunuch Wei withdrew his gaze and walked towards the student who handed in the paper with his hand raised.

More and more students were slowly handing in papers, and from time to time there were a few "bang bang" sounds in the hall. It was the sound of the tributes falling to the ground without standing up properly. Fortunately, the Holy Spirit was not here, otherwise they would have belonged to the hall. I've lost my temper before.

There were also some smart people who immediately held onto the table. Their legs trembled for a while before they slowly stood up.

At dusk, the gong rang, which meant that whether you had finished writing or not, you had to hand in the paper. A quarter of an hour later, all the tributes were led by Zhao Shilang and left the Chengqian Palace according to the position they were standing in when they came.

Everyone was high-spirited and glorious when they arrived. After kneeling for a long time, everyone looked a little bit disheartened and dejected. At this time, they just wanted to leave the imperial city as soon as possible.

Outside the palace gate, while Jiang Mingyue was chatting with Mrs. Sun, she focused some attention on the palace gate, so when the tributes came out, she saw them immediately.

"Coming out, they're coming out."

Mrs. Sun turned around and saw a group of tribute soldiers wearing tribute uniforms, led by an official out of the palace.

"Let's go and greet him quickly! I seem to have seen my husband." Mrs. Sun said.

"it is good!"

Jiang Mingyue also saw Xie Yuan. He was so eye-catching. Others looked downcast, but his back was straight and high-spirited. It was difficult not to notice him.

When Jiang Mingyue and Mrs. Sun were walking forward, some of the relatives of the tributes were faster than them, and they picked up their relatives immediately.

Jiang Mingyue spoke to Mrs. Sun, separated from her, and walked straight towards Xie Yuan.

Xie Yuan walked quickly to his wife and held her hand first. The two looked at each other and smiled without saying anything. After getting on the carriage, Jiang Mingyue handed the warm tea that had been prepared to her husband. .

After drinking a cup of tea, Xie Yuan felt much more comfortable.

Jiang Mingyue poured him another cup of tea, took out a bag of pea cake and handed it to him.

"You're hungry! Let's fill your stomach first, and then you can eat well when you get home."

Xie Yuan's stomach had been growling for a long time, and he didn't forget to feed his wife while eating pea cake.

"When did you come?" Xie Yuan asked.

"It's half past half hour."

"Are you anxious to wait?"

"Is that so? I met a sister Sun. Her husband is in the same class as you, and she should be ranked very high. We got along very well."

When Xie Yuan heard this, he thought about it carefully and asked, "But are you calling Sun Jing?"

"Yes, his name is Sun Jing. Are you familiar with him?" Jiang Mingyue asked.

"is acceptable."

"Sister Sun's house is quite close to ours. Can we move around in the future?"

Xie Yuan held his wife's hand and said warmly: "Of course!"

It's rare for his wife to make a friend with whom she can talk, so he will naturally support her strongly.

After Jiang Mingyue heard this, she no longer had any worries.