"Your Majesty." Gu Qing bowed to Li Chengqian and sat next to Li Chengqian. As Chu Suiliang recited the order, the imperial examination began. The examiner arranged for the students to arrange the position to enter the venue. Today, the entire Zhuque Street was very quiet, and the residents in Chang'an City even spoke quietly today.

"The test papers here have been distributed to various prefectures and prefectures." Chu Suiliang sat beside Gu Qing and said, "At that time, all prefectures and prefectures will carry out scientific examinations one after another."

Gu Qing looked at the scene in front of him and asked quietly: "That is to say, are other prefectures ready?"

"It's OK." Chu Suiliang replied: "It's just that Sichuan and Shu are close to Lingnan's generation of prefectures and prefectures need to go to various prefectures to participate in the imperial examinations. When will the exams be held, it depends on the situation of each prefecture before making a decision."

When the whispers between Chu Suiliang and Gu Qing were whispered, Li Chengqian stood up and left without expression in his ears.

"Your Majesty is leaving like this?" Xu Jingzong glanced at the direction where Li Chengqian left.

Li Chengqian just left like this, and no one was reacting much. At least here, Li Chengqian is almost the same as not. The most important thing is that Li Chengqian and Gu Qing are not very good.

Di Renjie led the officials of Dali Temple to maintain the order nearby. He followed Gu Qing's side since he was a child, and entered the Dali Temple Minister until he became the Shaoqing of Dali Temple. He had never experienced much competition. He made his future with a few words between his teacher and His Majesty. It seemed very light and easy to do not act like Pei Xingjian, relying on the imperial examinations step by step from a small Chang'an Order to become a Minister of War. From the Chang'an Order to Pei Xingjian, he went up step by step. After returning from the expedition to Persia, he became the Minister of War. After Li Chengqian ascended the throne, he became the Minister of War.

The fat monk and the short guy have been busy in Bizhai these days. After the imperial examination system was relaxed, Bizhai, which was originally in poor business, suddenly became prosperous.

"It's not as good as back then." The fat monk said.

"Can you take the beads on your neck?" the dwarf said impatiently, "It's swaying around and disgusting."

The fat monk threw the Buddhist beads on his neck and was sweating profusely, "I'll call a few more people to come to Bizhai to take care of them. Monk, I can't handle this."

A customer came to Bizhai to buy a pen, "I want to buy a pen."

"It's gone! It's sold out." The fat monk shook his sleeves and spoke.

The guest looked at the pen that had to be hung in the pen and said, "Aren't these all pens?"

The dwarf handed someone a pen, "It costs ten cents in total, don't pay attention to this monk, he took the wrong medicine."

The guest also smiled awkwardly and left after paying.

After selling this pen, the door of the short-sized bar was closed, "Monk, if you don't go and see it today, Chang'an is so lively today."

"No." The fat monk shook his fat body, "It's a bad thing to go on the hot day."

"Then I'll sell your pen." The short man said.

"Whatever you want," the fat monk said as he went upstairs to continue to sleep.

The short man robbed all the pens in Bizhai and came to the door of Bizhai to set up a stall by himself, "Don't miss it when you pass by, good pens, and I used the high school imperial examination."

A young scholar passing by, "How do you sell this pen?"

"One regular money is a pen." The short man said with a smile.

"So expensive?" The other party was less interested. "They only sold ten cents per pen, why is yours so expensive?"

"This guy doesn't know anything." The short man smiled and said, "Do you know the prime minister today? Do you know the youngest Dali Temple Minister and Minister of War today?"

"Of course I know."

"That's it." The dwarf pointed at Bizhai behind him and said, "I bought their pens from me back then. Dali Temple Queen and Di Renjie are both regular customers here. If you don't believe me, go and inquire."

"Really?" the other party was skeptical.

"We're also going to have a good time." The short man said again, "What is the money he always has to do with the imperial examinations?"

The customer asked around and found that there was indeed such a thing. Di Renjie and Pei Xingjian would often appear in this Bizhai. He gritted his teeth and threw a piece of silver cake on the table, "I want twenty pieces."

The short man took out twenty pens with the weight, "Come on, please hold it."

"Yes!" The other party took the pen and left step by step.

More than an hour later, more and more people came here to buy pens. The fat monk couldn't sleep in the attic of Bizhai. "Why is it so noisy outside?"

"Brother short is selling pens." The servant next to him said.

"Does he need to be so noisy when selling a pen?" The fat monk rose from the bed and looked down, and found that the short pen shop was surrounded by people. Seeing the situation, the pen was sold at a high price of ten cents. I have to say that the short guy is really good at selling things, no matter what he is, he will pick out oil and water from it. Even selling a pen can sell this scene. "This kid can't starve to death. He has got the true teachings of Gu Too'er."

"Everyone, everyone!" The short man quickly called for a stop to buy, "I'm really sorry, the pen has been sold out, if I want to come back another day."

"Why did it sell out?"

"Why are there just a few?"

"It's a pity that I'm late, so I'll definitely come early tomorrow."

...

Everyone sighed regretfully.

The short man smiled when he collected the money. There were actually many pens, but the rare things were expensive. This was learned from Gutouer. If you sell too much, the price would drop. However, if you try not to sell others, you just want to buy pens from you.

Seeing the crowd dispersed, the fat monk whistled. The short man looked up and saw the fat man walking into Bizhai with something in his big face, "Aren't you sleeping?"

"How do you want me to sleep when you make this noise?" said the fat monk with a smile, "I have earned a lot."

"That's it." The short man took out a bunch of silver and handed it to the monk, "Brothers, they still settle the score clearly. The pen is yours, so let's share half of the money."

"If you want money, just take it yourself. What does the monk, I alone want so much money to do?" the fat monk said.

"You can keep this money, don't owe you something." The short man replied.

"Why did you think of selling like this? You are not afraid that they will go to Xiaodie'er to complain."

"Nothing will happen." The short man grinned, "Little Deer, I wish he could accept this."

Dali Temple

Di Renjie, who had just returned to Dali Temple, was planning to go and rest, so the minor official came forward to report, "Someone brought the villain to ask if the Dali Temple minister often went to the Bizhai in Dongshi to buy pens."

"Bizhai?" Someone said that when Bizhai, Di Renjie immediately became alert.
Chapter completed!