After rebirth, I joined forces with my mortal enemy to seek revenge.

Passing through the long and lonely corridor, we walked towards the province of Shangshu. Dim palace lanterns hang on the verandah. The plane trees planted in the courtyard cast ferocious and mottled shadows. After walking a few steps, scattered snowflakes suddenly fell.

Pei Jiaoran looked up at the cold moon in the sky and smiled.

As in the past, the Ministry of Finance specially set aside a public room as a marking area for examination officials. At the same time, Jinwu Guards were also arranged to be on duty here to ensure the safety of the letter and that the secret would not be leaked.

Stepping into the public room, Pei Jiaoran glanced at Jin Wuwei standing at the corner of the window and nodded slightly.

"Pei Shangshu." Jin Wuwei called.

"I'm going to work hard for you today." Pei Jiaoran smiled slightly.

After listening to Pei Jiaoran's words, the Jinwu Guard hurriedly waved his hands, "Pei Shangshu, there is no need to be polite to us."

While the two were talking, the prince and the Minister of Rites had already entered the public room. Pei Jiaoran looked away from Jin Wuwei and turned around to bow to the prince.

"Has Shangshu Pei had a meal?" the prince asked with a smile.

"Let's eat something casually at the public kitchen in the Ministry of Revenue." Pei Jiaoran smiled slightly, "It's time to have a rest, Prince, don't worry."

The two looked at each other, but also looked away from each other.

All the tables in the public room were arranged into a long table, with soft cushions on each side. There were charcoal basins placed all around. After all, the noble prince was here this time, and no one in the Shangshu Province dared to neglect him.

Candlelight flickers. Shi, the secretary of the Ministry of Personnel, stood up and opened the Juzi's policy box for the three of them, and picked up the candle wick with scissors. He handed the documents to the three of them and then stepped aside.

The winter night is cold and quiet, but from time to time the cry of a night owl can be heard. If the doors and windows weren't tightly closed, the night owls outside would jump in to escape the cold.

There was a constant ticking sound, and the night was getting darker. The chamberlain has come in several times to change the tea and add several pieces of charcoal to the fire. The long desk was covered with inscriptions, and most of the candles were burned.

Pei Jiaoran raised his eyes and looked at the prince. The prince was holding a volume of policy papers in his hand and looking at it carefully. The Minister of Rites beside him looked sleepy. He held his head with his hands, but his eyelids were already drooped. It won't take long before you can fall asleep.

"Sigh. It's flashy and empty. These are people who are ruining the country with empty talk." The Minister of Rites muttered, while picking up a pen to judge.

Listening to the complaints from the Minister of Rites, Pei Jiaoran suddenly remembered. The year he was just transferred back from Guazhou, he became the examination administrator as a member of Zhongshushe. Although there were many scholars from Heshuo who entered the court at that time, they were far less numerous than they are now.

"It's a pity that a certain person only took up the post of Minister of Rites in recent years. I didn't have the opportunity to see Pei Shangshu's policy papers. I heard that Pei Shangshu took five subjects in one day?" Shangshu of Rites said with a smile.

Listening to the words of the Minister of Rites, Pei Jiaoran frowned, "At that time, I was young and energetic, so I thought I must be the best. Fortunately, God has favored me, otherwise it would be a joke."

"It doesn't matter if you can't see Pei Shangshu. I have a good answer sheet. Why don't you two take a look at it together?" The prince said with a warm smile on his face, "Pei Shangshu, let's read it first."

"Here."

As soon as Cewen is in hand. Pei Jiaoran turned around and looked at the prince in surprise. Although the name has been obscured, she still recognized who wrote the policy. It's the girl in scarlet clothes.

Her eyes fell on Cewen, which was different from the scroll she received that day. This is a first-hand pavilion style. The answer sheet in her hand is from Wenjingbang Guoke and Zhiyanjijian.

According to the usual practice, one subject and one policy are generally adopted. But the policy question in her hand was cunningly mixed with six or seven questions. But they were all written down by that girl. It starts with how taxes from the Yangtze River and Huaihe River can be transported to Chang'an more quickly, then moves on to insights into the establishment of vassal towns and water transportation, and finally comes down to the issue of eating out-of-boundary grain and the imperial court sending troops to conquer foreign vassals' military expenses.

This is also a real problem today. No wonder the Minister of Rites would say that it was flashy and empty talk that harmed the country. The subject of "Wen Jing Bang Guo" is all about current affairs, and if it is written completely empty, doesn't it violate the meaning of the establishment of this subject?

After about an hour, Pei Jiaoran finished reading the policy text in his hand.

"Lu Shangshu, let's take a look too." Pei Jiaoran smiled and handed the policy document over.

Lu Shangshu was getting old after all, and it was already two hours after he finished reading the policy in his hand. Pei Jiaoran and the prince still had a small amount of Cewen left in their hands.

The prince called his servants to come in and serve tea.

After the tea was put into the cup, the prince personally handed it to Lu Shangshu, "What do you think, Lu Qing?"

"You are too young and radical, it is better to be deposed." Lu Shangshu put down his tea cup and sighed.

"Deposed? Is Lu Shangshu cherishing his talent?" The prince frowned, "Ke Gu thinks this person is good. What do you think, Pei Shangshu?"

"This policy is all related to merchants, military affairs, taxation, land, and monks. Naturally, they are all good. It's just..." Pei Jiaoran turned to look at the prince, his eyes dark, "If there is something wrong with Gao Di, OK."

Looking sideways at Pei Jiaoran, the prince bowed his finger and asked, "Did Shangshu Pei still admire her very much just now? Why do he feel that he shouldn't be sentenced to a high rank now?"

"Appreciation and reuse are two different things. Although the content of this person's policy papers is excellent, not everyone can accept it. According to the policy papers, after evaluation, they need to be sent to the Political Affairs Hall, but there are many derogatory remarks in the policy papers. . And then it needs to be submitted to Tianting. The prince needs to know that the current establishment of the Privy Council means that this memorial must first be submitted to the Privy Council to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and then it can be submitted to the imperial court. But you have also seen that there are many comments on the internal affairs above. Dissatisfaction.”

Pei Jiaoran's tone was cold and rational. She cherishes talents and knows that the prince is also eager for talents, but she does not want such a person to become a sharp knife in the hands of the prince, especially at this time.

"Pei Qing's intention is to bury this person and abandon him?" The prince said in a dissatisfied tone.

"Your Highness, can't you see what this girl means when she writes this policy?" Pei Jiaoran added in an indifferent tone.

The prince was stunned when he heard about it, but he immediately came back to his senses. This answer sheet was exquisitely done, allowing people to see her enthusiasm and talent, but for a while there was no way to reuse her. She knew she wouldn't be able to get a good grade with this article, and she had to take two more exams. This means that she will not be deposed and will avoid being drawn into party disputes.

With his thoughts at this point, the prince glanced at Pei Jiaoran. He suddenly had some suspicion that there was her instigation behind this.

"Okay, let's leave this article here for now. It won't be too late to rate it after reading the others."

Now that the prince has spoken, the other two can only do it.

By the time Yitong Cewen looked down, it was already dawn. Lu Shangshu beside him could no longer hold on any longer and fell asleep on the desk. Only the prince and Pei Jiaoran were left sitting opposite each other.

"Pei Qing, do you think she should be deposed?" the prince asked in a deep voice.

"Prince, this question makes no sense. You and I are both awake. What is the situation now? Such talents should naturally be protected and not allowed to be poisoned by Zhang Rang and others. Originally, I planned for such talents to go to Ji County or Chi County Best. But looking at it this way, we have to change the place. What do you think of western Zhejiang, Your Highness?" Pei Jiaoran said slowly and authentically.

"Western Zhejiang? The man sent by the imperial court hasn't come back yet, and you want to send someone again." The prince looked puzzled, "What are you thinking about?"