Come on, Your Highness

Xiao Hong, who was originally happily entering the palace, walked out of the palace gate with a sullen expression. Xiao Dunzi and Xiao Xuanzi looked at each other, not knowing what happened, and they didn't dare to ask.

"Send this brochure to the Secretary of General Administration, and it must be printed in the latest issue." Xiao Hong ordered.

Xiao Dunzi took it and hurriedly arranged it.

Xiao Hong didn't say anything anymore, he rode his horse and went back to Prince Ying's mansion.

He came all the way in, pushed open the door of the study room, but didn't see He Xichao, and heard the waiter next to him say: "Your Highness, Master Xichao is in the conference room next to him."

The sun is very good today, and the setting sun in the afternoon comes in through the window, bright and warm.

There were ten people sitting on the long mosaic table in the meeting room, but they were the scholars under He Xichao's hands. They held a pen in one hand and pressed the paper in the other, looking up at He Xichao who was explaining the question types on the board wall.

The scholars stared intently, and occasionally lowered their heads to quickly write two strokes on the paper, and then quickly raised their heads to listen more attentively, for fear of missing anything.

Xiao Hong immediately understood that He Xichao was making a small fuss for these ten talents.

If you want to seek a higher future in the Prince's Mansion and not be compared to others, no doubt the reputation of a scholar is not enough.

They were obviously the first to enter the palace of the King of England, so they were unwilling to be replaced by others. They all wanted to have a place in the vacant positions with bright futures.

Now I am studying hard and preparing for the next provincial examination.

He Xichao felt it the moment Xiao Hong arrived. He raised his head and gave him a warm smile. He looked to the side and signaled Xiao Hong to wait a moment before continuing his explanation.

It has been almost ten years since he went to the study room, Xiao Hong did not leave directly this time, but found a chair, sat in the back, and followed the students to listen to the lecture.

As the No. [-] scholar in the third grade, He Xichao's lectures are naturally different from others.

Because they are not some intelligent reading materials, and these people don't expect rankings, they just want to pass.

Therefore, He Xichao analyzed a question type in depth, using a test paper as an example, and analyzed it step by step from breaking the question, conception, argumentation, and ending, etc., and finally formed a well-regulated answer sheet that was consistent from start to finish, with a deep conception and did not go off topic.

The explanation was so clear and clear that even a scumbag such as Xiao Hong could understand it. When he looked sideways, he saw these scholars brushing up and starting to take notes.

From their backs, Xiao Hongguang could see the deep admiration for He Xichao.

He believed that if one day in the future, as the crown prince, he had a disagreement with He Xichao, these scholars would not hesitate to take He Xichao's side, and then persuade him in turn.

Thinking of this, Xiao Hong was not angry, but felt guilty, especially today, he felt that he had delayed He Xichao.

No matter where this person goes, he is as dazzling as the sun, as if he can handle any position.

Everyone is optimistic that in time, he will surely become a prime minister, become a generation of brilliant officials, and be recorded in the annals of history.

Even if you don't go to the court to be an official, you can establish a school like Yueshan layman, you can become a famous teacher, the Taoyuan is all over the world, and you are respected by the world.

Perhaps the biggest stain in He Xichao's life was accepting Xiao Hong's feelings, and since then embarked on a thorny road of no return.

Such a good day...

But he was brought into the abyss by this bastard.

"What are you thinking, so preoccupied?" He Xichao had finished his lecture at some point, and raised his hand in front of Xiao Hong to shake it.

Xiao Hong came back to his senses, looked at He Xichao's strange and concerned eyes, without thinking, he grabbed the hand in front of him, and pressed it tightly on his chest.

He Xichao's eyes widened in surprise, and he subconsciously retracted his hands. Then he looked back at the scholars and found that the latter were either thinking hard or writing hard, so they didn't pay attention to them, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he assigned homework, which was due in class.

He withdrew his gaze, then gave Xiao Hong a fierce look, as if he was asking: Why are you so crazy, are you not afraid of being seen?

If it was in the past, Xiao Hong would certainly admit his mistake with a smile, and took He Xichao out to pretend that he had something to discuss.

But this time, he looked at He Xichao steadfastly, and when the guilt and sadness in his eyes were about to show, he got up and left the door.

After all, Xiao Hong was still selfish, he didn't dare to let He Xichao see the difference.

"What's the matter, isn't it going well with the emperor?" He Xichao followed behind him and couldn't help asking, "It shouldn't be, this is a good thing, the emperor should support it."

Xiao Hong shook his head: "No, the booklet has been sent to the Secretary of General Administration, and the latest issue will be published."

He Xichao then smiled and said: "That's good, the Prince's Mansion is such a great opportunity, I believe many people will come to apply, and then we will have to find a spacious place. This is the first time to recruit widely, we must do it well, From this point of view, I have to start producing test papers, picking out useful ones as much as possible."

He Xichao would plan everything in advance, Xiao Hong looked at his confident appearance, his side face was so soft and beautiful under the sun, as if all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had gathered on this person, and every strand of his hair made him like it to the bone, blending into it. Into the flowing blood.

Xiao Hong's heart was sweet, sour, hot, and cold, as if tormented by ice and fire, he finally couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged He Xichao, and the two of them pressed their chests tightly against each other.

"Xi Chao, why are you so nice, I really can't live without you." Xiao Hong felt that once someone took He Xichao away from his side, he would definitely go crazy.

He really wanted to ask He Xichao if he regretted being with him, but he didn't dare to ask.

Xiao Hong lost his composure today, but he didn't say anything, and He Xichao didn't ask again.

He just hugged Xiao Hong back and said, "You're fine too, and I can't live without you."

In an instant, Xiao Hong felt that he would have no regrets even if he died immediately.

Two days later, the mansion newspaper was published, and the Secretary of General Administration distributed the mansion newspaper to various mansions and yamen as quickly as possible, and a group of fast horses from the post station also left on the same day.

Some low-level officials who do not go to the court are waiting for the report from the mansion other than to inquire about the court information from the upper peak or colleagues.

But this recent issue is different from the past.

Although the newspapers at this time were not folded into several large sheets like in later generations, each column was separated, and the headlines were not enlarged to catch people's attention. In the end, there is no difference.

However, no matter how the typesetting is done, the first side that is turned over is always the most noticeable.

The four words of the recruitment notice are squatting at the beginning... Signed - King's Mansion.

So the officialdom in the capital, which had finally calmed down, suddenly became a sensation again!

He Xichao had just stepped into the Imperial Academy, and before he could sit down, two steamed buns appeared on the table in an instant, one for meat and vegetables, one for two eggs, one omelette, one rice ball, two deep-fried dough sticks and a flatbread, and even a yamen The wontons at the delicious stall at the outer corner alley.

All of them were still warm, and of course there were the respective owners of these breakfasts, the five concubines surrounded He Xichao's place.

"Everyone, I've already had breakfast." He Xichao said.

After the joint performance, the group of five Jinshi who entered the Imperial Academy together became acquainted, Yang Su immediately took the buns back, and said: "Master He, we have read the Dibao."

As soon as the words were finished, the Hanlin Academy's residence newspaper was put in front of He Xichao, and a scholar specially opened it.

Cheng Yulin pointed to the recruitment notice above and asked expectantly, "Is it true?"

The five of them looked at He Xichao nervously.

The latter opened his innocent eyes and nodded: "It's true, there is a private seal of His Royal Highness, are you interested?"

"Yes, that's great!" Cheng Yulin exclaimed.

Everyone nodded quickly.

"The grade is not high, and it's an empty job." He Xichao reminded.

"It's not a conflict, we are petty officials ourselves!"

"Who doesn't want to sharpen their heads and squeeze into the Prince's mansion now, to get in front of the Prince?"

"I'm from a poor family, and I've been struggling in the Imperial Academy. Jinshi has been awarded one after another. It's too difficult to get ahead, but there are no opportunities to go." Yang Su raised his chin slightly and lowered it in a certain direction. Said loudly, "There are too many people who have studied here for a lifetime and learned a lifetime."

Don't think that if you win the Jinshi, you can sit back and relax if you enter the Imperial Academy. It can only be said that the starting point here is higher than others, but it is not easy to get ahead.

Especially those from humble families, you will only know when you enter the officialdom that someone behind you is so important!

Otherwise, if you are blind in both eyes, you can only rely on hard work, climbing up bit by bit, and you may not be successful.

After all, old Hanlin with gray hair can be found everywhere.

He Xichao was wronged, why this group of Hanlins of the same class complained so much about it, apart from their own admiration for him, it was more of a kind of closeness.

Who made He Xichao stand behind a prince who protects his shortcomings and is so angry with both humans and gods?

With such a thick thigh right next to him, he would be a fool not to hold it close to the water.

Of course, they never thought about being able to join the crown prince's team. After all, no matter how stupid they are, they know that those positions are for cronies or forces that need to be wooed.

There is nothing behind them, isn't it a waste?

Unexpectedly, the King of England is so different and his style of painting is so unique. It is like a dream to open such an important position so that everyone has the opportunity to fight for it.

They were very excited when they saw this report, and they rubbed their eyes several times before confirming that it was true.

"His Royal Highness is truly worthy of being a prince. With such a broad mind and tolerance, it is strange that the emperor is so trustworthy. With such a crown prince, the prosperity of Daqi is just around the corner!"

"That's well said. Before coming to Beijing, I heard that His Highness doesn't respect scholars, and the lower officials believed it. I didn't expect that the one who values ​​us the most is His Highness the King of England. I'm really ashamed."

"What's more, being able to be a colleague with Mr. He, following Mr. He, this is the greatest blessing in the world!"

"Master He, it must be your suggestion, only you are willing to eclecticly promote us poor families."

Now you speak to me, and praises come over, as if you have already been admitted.

He Xichao finally had no choice but to remind: "Everyone, don't be too busy thinking about the future, and look at the requirements clearly. Those who have to take the exam will be treated equally, and there will be no difference because of poor family status."

"Why are you afraid of exams? We still have people who are afraid of exams?" Yang Su asked.

"That's right, it doesn't matter if you take the exam all the way, I'm afraid you won't take the exam!" Cheng Yulin was very confident, and asked, "Master He, you don't need to take the exam, do you?"

He Xichao smiled slightly, and a light flashed in his eyes: "I don't take the exam, I'll make a question."

Five people: "..." For some reason, there is a cold wind blowing behind the neck, and the pressure seems to be even greater. What's the matter?

It must be an illusion, right?

"Well, Mr. He, can I ask, how does this count as a test?" Finally a man asked the important point.

He Xichao said very happily: "At least the first ten chapters of "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic", it's not too difficult."

Everyone: "..." Why do you need to take the mathematics test and return the first ten chapters?

Several people looked at each other, and after a long silence, someone finally asked in a low voice, "Does anyone know what Chapter 10 is about?"

"Does it matter? Even if you know, will it be?"

"..." There was another long silence, then Qiqi turned to look at He Xichao.

"The exam will start one month after the registration is over, so you should work hard!" He Xichao had a bright smile on his face, especially sunny, and one couldn't help but follow along with...a wry smile.