Liaozhen is simply a reckless man, and he is impatient in everything! He should have given the scholar three days to comfortably prepare a beautiful article, but it ended in just half a day, so many scholars who were used to being slow and did not finish their answers when they were ringing the gong and finishing the papers.

There are so many questions. Even a teacher like Liu Botao has only finished writing it. The ink is a little wet, but for other scholars, this test paper is a torment, but for him, it is a pleasure. These test questions are simply the essence of his work for many years.

If he hadn't brought the seal, he would have even wanted to stamp his private seal on the paper.

The gong kept ringing, and the candidates were either dejected or surprised. They walked out of the palace with various life styles led by the soldiers in Liao Town.

The crowd was filled with comfort. As soon as Liu Botao walked to the door, he was reluctant to see a scholar in the capital wearing a gold embroidered robe beside him, and he held his fists respectfully at him.

"Student Li Guoyong, pay homage to the elder!"

As a master, you must have the eyesight. Seeing that this brother dressed in a Taiwanese and had a demeanor, he probably was at least a family, and he was probably a noble family, and of course he might also be a eunuch. But no matter who he was, he was a big man, Liu Botao was so flattered that he would give him a fist.

"Young Master, you are polite. In the next official, how dare you be the oldest official?"

"If the hero doesn't ask where the source is, how can he say that he is older?"

He still looked like a smile, the noble young master was not arrogant at all. He was just as enthusiastic as Mr. Dong Tiandi, who was serving Liu Botao, shook his head enthusiastically. Li Guoyong even glanced left and right, lowered his voice and put his face slightly over.

"From this test, can't you tell the preference of the Regent in this exam? The Regent was born in the Liaodong military and was the most pragmatic and disliked the glitz of literati. It is different from the previous dynasties. I was fortunate to travel to Dongjiang. There is a perfect understanding of the Four Books and Five Classics, but the requirements for doing things are very strict. The more you can do things, the more you can be valued!"

"Just this one, what are the talents in Jiangnan, the leaders of the Fushe Society, and the old scholars who study the classics and history are worthless!"

"Looking at the age of age, it should be an old pen that has accumulated over the years! My family is in Dingbian Bo Mansion. If you don't give up on your old age, you will still come to the humble house to sit in your spare time. I also long to ask you for advice!"

"Thank you for your love, I will definitely come to the door to disturb you when I have time!"

The two of them clasped their fists and said goodbye. Seeing Li Guoyong walking towards the next scholar he had chosen, Liu Botao's pace couldn't help but slow down. He didn't think of this when answering the questions, but now, he is heartbroken.

He, an old Mo official who failed the imperial examination more than ten times, also had the opportunity to enter the court and become an official in a dignified manner!

Just as I was thinking, an angry and disrespectful voice sounded from the other end.

"Uncle Liu, I'm here at Master! Come here quickly!"

The two book children bent down to serve him tremblingly. The nose was not the nose, the face was not the face, and Dong Shiyun was chatting there with a dark face.

"A vulgar martial artist! A wild man! What kind of despicable test questions are asked, and it is just a rough and trivial matter if you don't rule the world by the way of a saint! This will never last for the court!"

"Oh, young master, whisper! whisper!"

He was shocked and his little thought was thrown behind his head. Liu Botao quickly rushed over with three steps and bowed sadly with his fist.

"This is the capital, if the Jinyiwei hears it..."

"So what about the Jinyiwei? Is it true that the world is not justified?"

He still looked indignant, and his voice was even louder. The grandson of the Jiangnan scholar opened his face and shouted angrily. Dong Shiyun's words really resonated with each other, and a large group of scholars from nearby also shouted indignantly.

"This young master is right! How can you not govern the country by the way of a saint!"

"Please take some low-key officials and things are simply an insult to our scholars!"

There is an old Chinese saying that "Scholars rebelled, but in ten years," the group of sour scholars were still complaining and roaring there angrily. Unexpectedly, following the palace gate, a few Jinyiwei in flying fish robes walked out. While looking at the crowd, they were holding pens and ink, as if they were still recording something quickly. I don't know which scholar looked back and took a look, and it instantly became powerless. Big sleeves covered their heads and turned around and left. Just like the noisy class teacher suddenly came to this, thousands of scholars who were talking and talking all over the place instantly became birds and beasts, and they covered their heads in a messy way, making people think they were like prisoners who had just been released.

It is said that the public will not be blamed. Now that there are no public, it seems to be really serious. Master Dong has become impotence and cannot stand his face. He keeps looking back and roaring.

"The world is bright and clear, but why can't people say it?"

However, the voice became much smaller. I knew my young master too much. Liu Botao winked. The two book boys pulled Dong Shiyun up a sleeve, "hardly" pulling Dong Dazi, who was indignant and muttering, left the palace gate in a mess.

The afterglow of the sun set on the Qianqing Gate in golden light. When he turned to the corner, Liu Botao couldn't help but look back and his heart became hot.

Jinshi! You need to be an official!

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Just like after get off work, after the central government handled today's business, Mao Jue got on the carriage before sunset and said goodbye to the Dayuan, the imperial palace symbolizing the world's power. Following the side corner gate, the carriage turned around and returned to Andingfang.

"snort!"

It seemed that Mao Jue was so tired that he saw that he was aesthetically exhausted. Seeing his son getting off the carriage happily, the old man snorted coldly, turned around and left with disdain, but the helpless smile of Shen, who had been with him for more than half an hour, betrayed him.

Seeing that even the King of Liao needed to please and flatter, Mao Jue could only smile bitterly and shake his head.

First, I went to the main hall to invite the old man to the old man's carefree, and then Mao Jue came to the backyard lightly. In a month, it became much more lively. Except for Adrena, who was not sure whether she was guilty or couldn't walk away, all the girls from the royal palace arrived. The separate meal system of the wealthy families was not valid here. In addition to the hiding children, the few princesses were holding hot meals upwards, and slowly piled up a large table. Mao Jue's eldest daughter, also a watery big Yuer, was drooling towards the large plate of chicken legs on the table. At the far side of the table, Chen Jiao was drooling in front of her skirt with a warm smile.

"Dad is back, have a meal!"

Seeing Mao Jue come in, Mao Yu couldn't wait to snatch her little hands towards her hot chicken legs in anger, stuffing her mouth full of it. She looked at her with helpless slap on her forehead.

"It's so delicious now, not as good as a lady. You can't grow up to be a big fat man when you grow up. Who will marry you?"

"That's not. If you want to marry my Mao Jue's daughter, the team must not be lined from the capital to Shanhaiguan! Yu'er, don't listen to your mother, eat whatever you want!"

He pinched her round and pouty little face indulgently. Mao Jue said with a big smile. The little girl was not polite, her mouth was full, and she lit her head.

"Young Master, you are spoiling her so much. How can you go out in the future?"

Yan's mother's image collapsed. Suyi had no choice but to chop her feet and laughed dryly. Mao Jue turned her head to Chen Jiao again and asked curiously.

"Where is Xingjian? Why didn't you see him again?"

"When his grandfather read "Spring and Autumn" in his room, he said he would not come to have a meal!"

When he heard this, Mao Jue suddenly had a headache. For some reason, his eldest son couldn't get close to him. He either hid from him or looked stern when he met.

"Or what if I call him?"

Looking at Mao Jue's bitter face, Chen Jiao couldn't help but smile helplessly and asked.

"Forget it, just be happy! Don't this kid like reading? I'll go to the palace tomorrow and make a few volumes of the collection of "Yongle Encyclopedia" for him."

Beautiful women are a symbol of men's rights, but there are too many women, which is also a worry. Especially Mao Jue can't treat his woman completely as a fertility tool and toy like Chongzhen. After finally sitting down, he was wearing a big red flower on his head. The coupled-colored kimono, like a big butterfly, looked at the side. The smelly little face that looked at him again.

Once again, Mao Jue waved with a wry smile: "Who bullied our little princess? Why did she look like this? Say to my husband, don't be angry, I'll help you deal with him!"

"How dare I get angry with the little girl? But I beg others to be so ugly that I can drive out a few vixen, and I will be Amitabha!"

Vixen? What's going on?

With a foggy forehead, Mao Jue looked around like he was asking for help, and was full of helplessness. Suyi's little hand pointed to the left, Chen Jiao's little finger pointed to the right, and looked at him in confusion. Mao Jue immediately understood again.

A man is so charming that it is also a burden. Not to mention in Shenyang, there is also a child bride Yuntu who was kissed by Huang Taiji and a kissed child bride. On the left is the Ninth Princess of the Ming Dynasty and Princess Changping Zhu Mai. On the right is also a gift from Wu Sangui, who died there. Chen Yuanyuan, one of the famous Eight Beauties of Qinhuai. And there is more than Chen Yuanyuan today. In the examination room, Mao Jue could see clearly that this girl hooked up with two pretty girls with fair skin and beautiful appearance to dress up as men to participate in the imperial examination. One of them was one of them.

Mao Jue planned to follow Li Yuan's path, first establish the crown prince and become emperor, use his name to pacify Jiangnan, and then abdicate again. This is the most consistent with the most correct path in the minds of the scholars and officials, so Zhu Dao still has to marry him. Think about it, this little girl is pitiful enough! He witnessed his father forcing his mother and sister to death to his family and suffered so many hardships. In the end, he had to marry him as a tool for marriage. In history, he felt very pitiful. It was not necessary to leave her alone for so many days.

But today, Mao Jue was not at the same time. He looked at Chiyoji with a dark face and blew his mouth and threw it over.

"What nonsense? When you are old and ugly, your husband is old and no one wants it! Well, I'm so angry, don't be angry! I'll kick all the vixen out in a while. Do you think it's good?"

In an instant, with the smiles of the sisters, Chiyo's little faces became cherries, and a naughty man passed by.

"Die! Yu'er is still here! You are not afraid of teaching the child badly!"

"It's best if you don't teach it badly! Daddy is the best! Yu'er will also find a husband like Daddy in the future!"

With a slight waving the chicken legs and bones, the father's little cotton jacket hurriedly helped Mao Jue to distinguish, which immediately made the whole table look at each other. A few seconds later, except for the helpless plain clothes, a few girls covered their mouths and burst into laughter.

Mao Jue also had a face that was like bitter gourd, shook his head sadly.

"Yu! In the future, you must not choose a fickle radish like your father! You must choose a dedicated person! Just be good to you alone! If he dares to find another woman, beat him half to death and then kick him, do you know?"

It was a complete double standard. Seeing Yu'er nodding in confusion with the chicken legs again, the princesses were speechless.

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When Mao Jue was busy with family affairs, his subordinates were not busy. As the officials sighed, the Ministry of Rites came to work overtime all night, showing the efficiency of Dongjiang again.

If the Ming Dynasty imperial examinations were in the past, the exam would take three days, review, preview, and give the candidates the students as much as possible to delay time and make connections. This would take more than a month, and by the time the results were released, two months might have passed.

But this time, on the third day of the Enca exam, the Six Thousand Scholars' papers were already approved. Early in the morning of the third day, the imperial list was released in the city's notice.

It is an unprecedented opportunity. As long as the six thousand scholars took the exam, they were not so scholarly, not so cynical, or even idiotic. Some of the potential for political affairs were all admitted. This time, they also established a record since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, and admitted more than 880 Jinshi at one time.

There is no way, Mao Jue was too short of officials, and Mr. Zhu, who established the Ming Dynasty, was too careful to calculate. Only 20,000 officials in the country added one, which led to a large number of local rights being seized by local clans. The forces of these aristocratic families were increasingly spreading, and finally undermining national rights. The tragedy during the Chongzhen period was also a manifestation of the imbalance of national rights.

A county has a population of tens of thousands or even tens of thousands, only one county magistrate, a county magistrate who cares about things. Is there another county magistrate with more than a dozen yamen runners? Can I take charge of it?

In the future, a town must have a town mayor, a senior official, a town public security office, a lot of water conservancy office and other departments. Although Mao Jue can't manage it so carefully, he must get the real power of county-level units back.

Not to mention Jiangnan, for the north, it is an unprecedented opportunity. I have to thank Li Zicheng. In his Dashun Army, most of the forces of the northern aristocratic families were destroyed and destroyed by him. It was the time to establish a strict rule. To achieve this goal, a large number of officials were needed!

Not hundreds or thousands, but thousands!

It also originated from this policy. A large number of scholars surrounded themselves in great excitement and looked for their names in front of the dense list. Some were yelling happily, some were kneeling on the ground and kowtowed, and some were stumbled for several consecutive times, and then sat on the ground in a daze.

"Young Master, no!"

The two young boys in green had a few eyes and searched for them four times in a row. Finally, they shook their heads back in disappointment. Looking at the dense crowd, Dong Shiyun's face was astonished as ever. Although he looked at the arrogant words, he was still extremely eager for the Ming Dynasty's official position and full of resentment. The grandson of the Jiangnan Confucian scholar roared in a low voice.

"Black list! Unfairness in the country! No need to abandon it! The face of the country's destruction! Hum!"

"Brother Liu, let's go!"

Not only was he lost, but Liu Botao's heart was also full of loss. Although he tried not to think about it these days, the expectation was still entangled in his heart like a poisonous snake. But now he searched his name several times, but he still had nothing. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and that disappointment also lingered in his mind.

All his strength seemed to be drained, and his Western glasses were crooked and he didn't know how to help him. Liu Botao was weak and hung his arms and walked out with Dong Shiyun's tone like a dog-calling voice.

Sure enough, even in the era of the Regent, officials were not something they could hope for!

But just when Liu Botao was full of disappointment, the sound of gongs suddenly rang out suddenly. As the drums and drums were beating, more than a dozen officials from the Ministry of Rites led their horses with big red flowers and shouted loudly to the crowd of scholars and scholars gathered at the gate of the Gongyuan.

"The Regent appointed him as the top scholar in Liucheng, Wu Juncai, today's top scholar! Liu Botao, Shaoxing! Li Guoyong, the capital of Tanhua! All the talents can be among the crowd, please show up quickly!"
Chapter completed!