After being given to death by his fiancee [rebirth]

On the second day of September, there is a feast of deer singing.

Jing Zhaoyin was the host, and the banquet was held in the largest restaurant in the capital.

Wei Xi was blocked outside at that time, and he was able to go in after revealing his identity. At that time, the banquet was in full swing, and the students were full of poetry.

As Xie Yuan of Qiu Wei this time, Han Xiuyuan was naturally the first.

When Wei Xi stepped in, he just heard the last sentence.

Although she couldn't quite hear what she said, Wei Xi applauded with dignity, and the disciples turned to look at her.

"Don't worry about me, you can continue." Wei Xi showed a smile, pulled a chair and sat down, Xu Ningzhi put the stove in her hand, poured another cup of tea and let it dry.

Han Xiuyuan saluted without being humble or overbearing, "Your Highness Seventh."

The rest of the candidates reacted and saluted one by one.

Wei Xi waved his hand, "I told you to leave me alone."

Slightly nodding, Han Xiuyuan put his hands behind his hands, really didn't care about her anymore, and only said to the crowd: "I am not talented, this humble work is just to attract others, I hope you will enjoy it and write a good one."

The attention of the disciples was instantly attracted, and each of them began to clear their throats and slap the table. Wei Xi was pushed on the chair by Xu Ningzhi and fed tea.

The stove was very hot and the tea was very hot, Wei Xi's back was sweating.

Xu Ningzhi kept making her drink hot tea, and last night he hugged several quilts for her to cover, as if entering winter early.

Sipping tea slowly, Wei Xi raised his eyes secretly, met Xu Ning's unblinking eyes, and lowered them very quickly.

She told Xu Ningzhi many times that the pain was gone, but Xu Ningzhi turned a deaf ear to it, and still firmly believed that she was uncomfortable, just as stubborn as a mother who wore thick clothes for her when she was a child, no matter whether it was spring, summer, autumn or winter.

Sighing inaudibly, Wei Xi looked at all the candidates, Qiu Wei chose dozens to 100 people from each state, and there were a total of 100 candidates here from Zhili Prefecture.

Smelling drunk, this group of scholars lost their scruples, talking and reciting poems one by one, Wei Xi took a sip of tea, and turned away a little disgusted.

Dayan values ​​literature over martial arts, and scholars look down on rough people, and she, a rough person, may not necessarily look down on sour scholars.

The most pedantic are these scholars. To this day, there are still many Confucian scholars who believe that imperial daughters should not succeed to the throne, and women should not be officials, and they should stay at home to cook, wash, and have children.

It's really, really ridiculous.

I'm afraid they would never have imagined that... the panacea in the clan treasury can also allow men to have children, so it's better to distribute it to let them feel it, wouldn't it be better to pass on the family line for themselves.

After moaning for a while, Wei Xi swallowed the last sip of tea in the cup, and Xu Ningzhi filled her up again, held it in his hand and blew gently.

"Drink more." Xu Ningzhi handed it back to her.

Wei Xi held the teacup and probed, "Which one do you think is better?"

"Han Xiuyuan." Xu Ningzhi didn't really understand it, but Han Xiuyuan was Jie Yuan after all, and he was the real material, no matter what he did, he was better than those who cheated.

Wei Xi's eyes wandered to the corner, "That person...what's his name?"

"Ah..." Xu Ningzhi tilted his head slightly, and squinted his eyes, "It seems to be...Jiang Tan, she is the last one."

Wei Xi recalled the name, "Her articles and arguments are all excellent, how could she be the last one?"

"I don't know." Xu Ningzhi didn't care, and didn't want Wei Xi to care, so he blocked Wei Xi's sight and let her drink tea.

Wei Xi moved his throat, and there was a little pleading in his eyes, "I've already drank a lot of tea, and I'm already full."

Xu Ningzhi reached out to touch her belly, "Does it still hurt?"

"It's been gone for a long time." Wei Xi shook his head like a rattle.

Xu Ningzhi rubbed her head, "Hey, drink a little more."

"No!" Wei Xi firmly refused.

Xu Ningzhi didn't give up, "Good boy..."

"That..." Wei Xi stood up abruptly, "Han Jieyuan."

Han Xiuyuan looked over, gentle and refined, "What's the matter, Your Highness?"

"This hall also wants to compose poems," Wei Xi said loudly.

Han Xiuyuan was a little surprised, "Your Highness..."

"Can't you?" Wei Xi walked to the middle and stood with his hands behind his back, "Could it be that Han Jieyuan doesn't like this hall? Master Lu instructed the opening of this hall."

She is full of confidence, and her complexion is subtle.

"The grassroots don't dare." Han Xiuyuan made a gesture of invitation, "Please, Your Highness."

Wei Xi walked to his original position unceremoniously, cleared his throat and began to chant poems loudly.

"Dick chicken chicken."

"Head up giggling..."

After reading the second sentence, all the judges laughed and pointed.

Wei Xi stared displeasedly, "What are you laughing at?"

She began to recite again, "Zu Ti heard the sound, how can we rest in peace?"

"This is the first one." Wei Xi shook his hand, raised his chin slightly, "Not bad, right? This hall is encouraging you to learn from Zuti and not to sleep every day."

Han Xiuyuan smiled and applauded her, "Your Highness is talented."

All the disciples held back their laughter and applauded, Xu Ningzhi applauded the loudest.

Wei Xi started to read the second and third songs again... almost every song was so absurd and nondescript, Han Xiuyuan's smiling face almost couldn't hold back.

At the end, Wei Xi was a little tired, Xu Ningzhi handed her a cup of tea, and Wei Xi gulped it all down.

Most of the disciples present laughed until their stomachs ached, but some of them looked unhappy, and Jiang Tan's eyes dimmed in the corner.

Wei Xi began to talk nonsense, "If the palace also takes the imperial examination, I can pick a flower and come back at the last time, don't you think?"

Everyone laughed and agreed, thinking she was just joking around.

"Your Highness is too ignorant." Jiang Tan came out from the corner.

Wei Xi raised his eyebrows, and finally a stunned head bumped into him.

"Every year in Dayan, there are tens of thousands of people in the township examinations in each state, and at most a hundred people pass the exam, and there are tens of thousands of people in the general examination, and the number of people who pass the exam varies from hundreds to hundreds. Although the imperial examination does not fail, there are three people in the first class, ten people in the second class, and the rest are all top three. , Your Highness wants to pick Tanhua..."

Wei Xi interrupted her with a half-smile, "Are you trying to say that my face is good enough, but my literary talent is lacking."

"It's not that I owe some." Jiang Tan narrowed his eyes, "I owe a lot."

Wei Xi folded his arms and sneered, "What do you think you are, and you dare to teach me a lesson, even if I don't take the imperial examination, I will be comfortable all my life."

"If the superior is as good as you, then you don't need to take the test." Jiang Tan brushed off his sleeves, his eyes were cold, "Everyone is happy, I will take a step ahead."

Instead of being angry, Wei Xi smiled, and even clapped his hands, "I thought the selections for the Guibang this time were all soft bones. I never thought that there would be such a hard-headed person like you."

"What do you mean by your Highness?" Jiang Tan stopped.

Wei Xi took out a stack of papers from his bosom, "Actually, I didn't write those poems and songs, but all of you here."

Someone in the crowd immediately yelled, "Nonsense!"

"Did I mention you?" Wei Xi squinted at him.

The child blushed and trembled with anger.

"Why are you so thin-skinned." Wei Xi clicked his tongue and flipped through the paper in his hand, "Well...so you wrote dick."