Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

The exam is divided into three sessions, including test post poems, tables, judgments, discussions, and policies.

The examination room was set at Yong'an Gongyuan, located in Yuanhuafang, just two streets away from Changhuafang where the General's Mansion was located.

About half a month before the exam, students from the surrounding villages and towns of Yong'an City brought their schoolboys to the city with their bags on their backs to rush for the exam, adding a bit of vitality to the normally lively Yong'an City.

Because the exam was going to last for three days, even though the Gongyuan was close to home, Han Shiqing chose to live in the inn around the Yongan Gongyuan in advance. Of course, he lived in the Tianzi room that had been booked in advance, and all the conditions were very good.

But there are other reasons for him to live here.

That is!Obviously it was his exam, but his parents, eldest brother and second brother, even his sister who had already entered the palace as a concubine were more nervous than him, all of them asked about their health all day long, especially his mother, who asked Chef Hao to give him He cooked all kinds of tonics, and what he drank was on fire. He woke up in the middle of the night the night before, and his nosebleeds soaked the pillow.

So to put it bluntly, he came out purely for refuge.

After breakfast, Han Shiqing took out a volume of poetry from the basket, sat on the wooden stool, and put his long legs crossed on the desk, holding the volume in one hand, and read it leisurely.

After studying for a whole year, and there were three days left before the exam, Han Shiqing couldn't stand it anymore, his mind was wandering, and he was about to go to the sky when he saw his mind wandering.

A sudden noise came from downstairs, calling his soul back.

He became interested, threw down the scroll, pushed open the door, leaned his arms on the carved wooden railing on the third floor, and looked down at the commotion.

"If you say that you have no house, you have no house! What are you still doing here?" The shop waiter waved the cloth towel in his hand to chase people away, "Hurry up, hurry up! Go to another house!"

Han Shiqing looked in the direction of the cloth towel, saw the man's face clearly, his eyes lit up.

The young man was elegant and handsome, dressed as a scholar, with a flat-cornered hat on his head, and a moon-white gown with cross-breasted wide sleeves. The belt outlines a thin figure. The white boots on his feet were stained with dust. It could be seen that he was walking. Came a lot.

He always felt that this scholar seemed to have seen it somewhere, and he looked familiar, but he really couldn't remember where he had seen it.

He spoke very politely and politely, and he was not angry at Xiao Er's rude behavior, but continued to ask, "Shopkeeper, I just saw a young man from below with a sign and went up to the third floor. Why did he come to me? Is there any more?"

Xiao Er could guess from his clothes and accent that this person was not from the inner city of Yong'an City, and he didn't look like someone with a lot of money, so he didn't respect him very much. He said, "The third floor is the Tianzi Room. It's not for people like you!"

The young man frowned slightly, "What do you call me this kind of person? In my eyes, there is no distinction between people and people."

"Hey! There's no distinction between high and low?" The little boy sneered and asked, "Do you know the price of living in Tianzi Room for a day?"

The young man shook his head.

Xiao Er stretched out five fingers.

The young man pursed his lips and guessed, "Five taels?"

"Bullshit!" Xiao Er laughed at him, "It's 50 taels! You poor guy!"

He continued to mock the young man, "I see that you are here for the exam, right? It is said that there is no distinction between high and low, so why are you here for the exam? To put it bluntly, don't you just want to be an official and trample others under your feet? What outfit?"

His voice was so loud that all the people on the third floor of the restaurant who came out to watch the excitement heard in.

The boy's eyes dimmed, but there was no sign of any particular anger on his face, but he was obviously much colder than before.

He didn't speak, but put down the pannier he had been carrying, squatted down and rummaged in it for a while.

Find a cloth bag, open it, and there are dozens of papers inside.

He took out one, handed it to Xiao Er, and said, "This is a 1000 tael bank note. Any bank in the 35 cities of Jiang's dynasty can exchange it for cash. I want a Tianzi room. Can you give it to me?" ?"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

The moment the little girl saw the gleaming banknote, she almost stared out of her eyes and couldn't even stand up.

Some sharp-eyed people went to call the innkeeper, and the innkeeper rushed over from the room, and took the bank note from the young man with an extremely respectful attitude.

It's just that the young man's eyes were still fixed on the second child, and he didn't care about his previous insulting words, but said calmly: "I have never felt that I am higher than others, and this time I did not come to the examination to obtain fame for wearing that official body. It’s because you want to be a good official and do something for the poor people you say.”

After finishing speaking, he carried the basket again, took the house number from the bowing boss, and walked up to the third floor step by step with steady steps.

Han Shiqing kept staring at the young man. Seeing his movements and steps going up the stairs, he could tell at a glance that this man was a practitioner, and his skills were definitely not low. Otherwise, it would be impossible to bring so much money alone without a book boy. Beijing rush exam.

It seems that the group of people downstairs who are interested in his money are going to be unlucky.

The boy's room was behind Han Shiqing's room. When he passed by Han Shiqing, he paused slightly, his eyes fixed on Han Shiqing's face for a moment, and then suddenly looked away.

Han Shiqing raised his eyebrows, and stopped him with a move in his heart.

The next moment, a simple and rude self-introduction came out.

"My name is Han Shiqing. I want to make friends with you. What do you think?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and looked at the young man with delicate facial features and even some glamorous eyes in astonishment, he couldn't react for a while.

Seeing this, Han Shiqing waved his hand twice in front of his eyes.

The young man came back to his senses, and replied softly: "I'm Xialin Shicheng, a native of Yong'an, and grew up in the south when I was young, so I don't speak Yong'an very well."

It turned out that he was the Han Shiqing mentioned by Uncle Liao, and he was really a very beautiful person.