Lang Jun is coming

Mei Ziqing's white tea bowl splashed into several pieces on the wooden floor, spilling the wine in it all over the floor.

The people sitting nearby tugged at the hem of their clothes stained with wine, and complained slightly: "It's so good, why did Brother He drop the bowl?"

The heated atmosphere of fighting poems and essays just now cooled down in an instant, Yang Qi more and more concealed his impatience and grudges, looked at his image, and finally asked, seemingly ironically, "Brother He is unwell?"

He Xianji was depressed and unhappy, from the beginning of the banquet to now he just kept drinking.His cheeks were flushed, but his mind still remained clear.Hearing this sentence, it seemed that he had finally got an excuse, and he immediately relaxed a lot.

"He is too drunk to disturb everyone's interest. Now that he has a terrible headache, he won't disturb everyone's pleasure."

With the steps given by Yang Qiyu, He Xianji didn't hesitate at all, directly borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, said "Farewell" and left with a shake.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but no one said anything to persuade them to stay.They knew very well in their hearts that He Xianji and "Yang Pinghan" were unhappy because of Lin Qingqing's quarrel, and they would show up without winking.What's more, "Yang Pinghan" is No.3. It is very possible that the officials in the palace examination will hand-picked the top three in the future, and there is no reason to make it difficult for He Xianji and "Yang Pinghan".

Compared with everyone else, Song Yiqing who was sitting in the corner seemed to have no sense of existence.His ranking in Chunwei is hanging tail, and he deliberately dresses and behaves low-key, and he is placed among the people who are all famous on the list, except for his face, there is nothing outstanding.What's more, in order to be on the safe side, Song Yiqing deliberately acted dull.

Because of the accidental acquaintance in the former examination institute of Chunwei, "Yang Pinghan" still remembers him, and approached him warmly when he first arrived at the banquet, but because of Song Yiqing's dull attire, it didn't take long for him to become boring, and there was no more acquaintance. meaning.

As the night fell, Huaijing City was lit up with lights, and there was an endless stream of diners in the Jinshi Building.When a red figure appeared in front of the door, relying on the experience of seeing people, the shopkeeper's eyes immediately fixed on it.

Apart from the official uniform, Pei Lian was rarely wearing a flamboyant red round collar. The soap boots were not stained with dust because of the convenience of riding a horse, and the hair was scrupulously held together by a net towel on her head.

"What do you need, sir?"

Before he could open his mouth, a servant nodded and bowed his head to ask.

Born as the son of an official, he has outstanding appearance and ability.Therefore, Pei Lian didn't think he cared at all when he noticed the gaze of the shopkeeper at the side.

"Bring a wooden chair."

He waved his hand.

But the servant asked dully, "Wooden...a wooden chair?"

Who comes to this Jinshi Building either to eat or to stay in a hotel?I have never seen a restaurant that does not order food, but only needs wooden chairs.It's really weird to see how the clothes are all from rich families.

Just wondering, in a blink of an eye, seeing his shopkeeper winking desperately, the servant didn't dare to think about any unnecessary delays, so he nodded in response, and within a while, he really moved a wooden chair.

It is said that rich people always like to be different from ordinary people, and he has personally seen it today.As long as the guests want it, no matter what the wooden chairs are, just do it.

After getting the wooden chair, Pei Lian sat carelessly in front of the door under the surprised gazes of the shopkeeper and the servant, with one leg resting comfortably on the threshold, causing all the people who came in and out to raise their legs reluctantly. past.

His hands were crossed behind his head, and his feet on the threshold swayed slightly.Even if what he did was arrogant and domineering, thanks to his good appearance, it didn't make people feel bored, but gave birth to a lazy and seductive look.

He Xianji, who had just left the banquet, was stumbled by this foot on the threshold to gain a sense of presence. When he stabilized his figure and turned around without any danger, he saw the person sitting on the wooden chair lift up the chair in boredom. He raised his eyelids to look at him, then looked away as if he was not interested.

He Xianji was bored in his heart, and he didn't bother to care about this kind of person, so he only glanced at the person with the red round collar and turned right and left.

Only a few breaths later, two more people descended from the third floor, both dressed as literati.

Pei Lian's slightly wobbling feet stopped suddenly. He pointed out the door, and said to the two people who were walking in front of him, "Turn right, Yong'an Lane."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and meditated.

Chen Juncong and Meng Ruanqing followed He Xianji's footsteps without delay.

In the past two days, he was busy with the case of the He family, and he was nestled in Dali Temple to look up the cases that had not been brought up in recent years. Pei Lian's eyes almost saw double shadows.

Dali Temple is the gathering place of local state capital cases in the Heng Dynasty. No matter how big or small, they have to go through the eyes of Zhang Wenyu, the minister of Dali Temple, and the official seal will be considered definitive.

Nowadays, drowned and abandoned children are frequent in various states, and this is still the case under the laws and regulations. It is hard to imagine what the situation will be if there are no restrictive laws.

It is urgent to change this phenomenon.

Pei Lian frowned, put aside the disturbing official business for a while, and thought about Song Yi's youth.Suspended tail?With Ah Chi's strength, he couldn't believe that there must be some unknown inside story in such a low ranking.

Yong'an Lane is located near the bustling Jinshi Building, but it is uncharacteristically quiet.The people living inside turned off the lights early to rest, and beggars in twos and threes slept on the haystacks by the roadside.In the corner, someone put a cart for transporting heavy objects.

There was no light in the alley, and it was pitch black, only the shadows of people could be seen vaguely.

He Xianji came to the capital in the first month to prepare for the Spring Festival with peace of mind.Although his family was not as wealthy as other families, he did not have to worry about food and clothing, so he took the money and rented a small house behind Yong'an Lane, and he had to pass through this alley every day.

His footsteps were slightly frivolous. Seeing that he was about to walk out of Yong'an Lane, he was about to turn the corner when he suddenly heard a deliberately low voice in the dark.

"Is someone impersonating the imperial examination?"

The voice is young and clear, and it sounds like a scholar.He Xianji stopped abruptly, but thought again.Every year in Chunwei, there is always someone impersonating him. What is he doing?

I was about to ignore it, but I heard the voice over there still going on.

"That's not true. The name of Yang Ping Han Mao's cousin who advocated holding a literati banquet was originally Yang Qiyu, and I heard that he was a student of Liu Xiang at the time."

This time the speaker sounded more stable.But He Xianji's legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he could no longer walk.The mind, which was slightly fascinated by the drink, was completely sobered up by this sentence, and only the words "Yang Pinghan" and "Yang Qiyu" filled his mind.

How many scholars don't know that impersonating the imperial examination is for fraud?How many of them didn't know what would happen if they were discovered?It's just that due to the loosening of governance in recent years, impostors are much more rampant than in previous years.

Unknowingly, He Xianji's heart was beating like a drum, and he continued to listen to the conversation between the two at the corner like a bewilderment.

"Where did you hear the rumors? Brother Yang is not as good as you and I are worthless for the gold list. I am No. 3 in Chunwei, how can you criticize it so easily?"

"Believe it or not, there is someone in my family who is an official in the court. I heard it through the study room by accident when I went to visit the day before yesterday."

"It really happened! Do you think the officials know about it?"

The voice of the conversation gradually became weaker, as if the two people were talking to each other and walked away.Yong'an Lane returned to dead silence again, and after the night wind blew, He Xianji immediately came back to his senses, with sweat on his forehead like beans.He lowered his head and glanced around flusteredly.

Yang Qiyu pretended to be his cousin Yang Pinghan?

Once such thoughts arise, they are out of control.The more He Xianji thought about it, the more he felt right. For example, Yang Qiyu's Beijing accent was faintly mixed with a foreign accent, and the invitation to the literati banquet did not have a private seal.

When I doubted it, I thought about it a lot.According to what the two just said, the people in the court have been found out, as for whether the officials know...

He Xianji's eyes were round in the dark night, and a bold idea suddenly formed.

Expose Yang Qiyu!