Yang Ling hired a big cart and put everything in the cart. Zhang Yong, Liu Jin, and Ma Yongcheng three older eunuchs accompanied the prince and the attendant to sit in the cart. The other young ones had to condescend behind the cart and head straight to Huguo Temple Street.

Although Zhu Houzhao was bold and treacherous, he was worried that the prince's private exit from the palace would be well known, so he ordered Yang Ling and Bahu on the way, saying that only a few of them were the prince's attendants. Anyway, the people of the people didn't know how many literati were there around the prince. Today, when he went to the Yang family to welcome his colleagues to Beijing, he specially bought gifts to give them to him. Several eunuchs agreed submissively.

When Yang Ling left, her mother felt a tightness in her chest. After eating a little, she could no longer swallow her. She went to the kang for a while and sat up and practiced the formation and breathing skills. She felt much more comfortable in her chest. As soon as she recovered, the copper ring in front of the door was tugging, she heard her husband calling her outside: "Young Mom, come and see the guest."

Han Youniang was surprised and happy. Why did her husband come back so early today? She hurried down to the ground to welcome him out, and saw eight or nine people dressed in green robes and long gowns, standing outside the door, each carrying a lot of things on his shoulders and holding a lot of things. Yang Ling came forward and smiled and said, "Young mother, these are all attendants of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in the Eastern Palace. They are my colleagues. I heard that I had just arrived in the capital and bought a gift to come to visit him."

After hearing this, Liu Jin, Gu Dayong and others tried to show a gentle smile, and they all pointed their heads, smiling and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, we are all colleagues of Xianggong Yang, and we are here to visit our house today."

These eight people have high and low cultural levels. Some are called Mrs. Yang, some are called Xiao Niangzi, Qiu Ju, and Wei Bin are young and grew up in the palace. They don’t know what to call You Niang, and don’t care whether they are older than Yang Ling, they simply call her the sister-in-law of the Yang family.

When the young lady heard that she was a colleague who was working in public affairs, she did not dare to neglect them, so she quickly welcomed them in. As soon as the people entered the house, they quickly put the messy things that Zhu Houzhao bought, and found a place to sit and beat their arms and legs. The gifts these people took were all kinds of gifts, including window flowers dyed with quartz, pickled vegetables jars, and gourds painted with the Eight Immortals. They put them in the house, and the kang and the ground were everywhere.

Zhengde stood behind the crowd, and the last one stepped into the door. He was dressed in a young scholar, wearing a green robe, wearing a cloth scarf, holding a half-chewed "Hu Lucai" in his hand. He jumped to Youniang a few steps, threw three pearls and a pack of rice paper onto the kang, and said to Youniang with a smile: "Sister Youniang, I'm here too."

The young lady was stunned. Seeing that he was still young, she couldn't help but be surprised and surprised: "Is such a young scholar also a person around the prince?" She saw that the scholar was familiar, but she couldn't remember when she had seen him. Yang Ling hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Hehe, I am also my colleague. Do you remember the young master you saw at Huguo Temple that day?"

Han Youniang exclaimed and said in surprise and joy: "I remember, I remember, it turns out that the young master is also a companion to the prince's side. Please come in quickly."

Seeing that the young lady was about the same age as her third brother Mancang'er, she felt very friendly and smiled at him, "Come in and sit in the house. You are my husband's colleague, so you should call me sister-in-law."

Zhengde had only one younger brother who died when he was young. Although there were many dragon sons and grandchildren in the Zhu family, they were all driven out of Beijing. He never called someone else's sister-in-law. He turned his head and thought about it. He felt that it was good to have a sister-in-law like Young Mother, so he changed his words happily.

The young lady agreed with a smile, and was about to boil water and make tea. Zhang Yong hurriedly stopped him and laughed: "Madam, don't be polite. Mrs. Yang wants to invite all his colleagues to the restaurant to drink later. We will come to our house to sit and leave."

These people were really tired, but Zhengde was still energetic and ran around inside and outside the house. When he saw something he had never seen in the palace, he called his sister-in-law in a novel way with a duck's voice. Since he arrived in the capital, he missed his relatives in his hometown. Zhengde looked handsome and naughty, and his younger brother Han Mancang was very naughty. Youniang also liked him very much, so he always explained patiently.

Later, Zhu Houzhao saw the well in the yard again. Seeing that there was a rope tied to the wooden wheel and twisted it with a wooden barrel, he could draw sweet and clear water from the well. He was immediately entertained. He heard the young lady explain the usage and saw that only half of the water in the Yang family had left the water tank, and immediately, he thrust the water bucket into the water tank with a bucket of water.

When Liu Jin and Zhang Yong saw that the prince was doing this rough work, they didn't care about being tired and quickly snatched it out to help. Zhu Houzhao was having a lot of fun and was reluctant to let go. She finally gave up after filling the water tank with the water tank.

A few eunuchs were standing by the well with fear that he would make a mistake. Seeing that he finally stopped, he was afraid that he would come up with some new ideas and make trouble. He quickly took the opportunity to resign to Youniang. The group left the yard. Yang Ling deliberately left behind. When they walked away, he turned to Youniang and said, "Youniang, you look so bad and your cheeks are flushed. Are you uncomfortable? Why don't you look back and I'll take you to see the doctor."

Han Youniang cheered up and said, "How can my body be so precious? Don't worry, my husband, maybe it's because my stomach is cold and I feel a little uncomfortable. I'll take a break. Go and accompany the guests quickly, don't lose your etiquette."

She patted the dust falling from Yang Ling's shoulder when she carried things, and said with a smile: "The Prince is such a strange person. Some of the attendants around her are about to be grandpas, while others are not young children. They are also big shots in the court, right? But I think they are not as majestic as their husbands."

"That's it!" Yang Ling straightened his chest and looked back. There were eight big eunuchs and one little hairy child. I won't mention these nine evil people in history for the time being. No matter how you look at it, you are the most majestic.

He smiled at his beloved wife with a 'very dignity' and said, "Go back, rest if you feel uncomfortable, don't clean up your things first. After a few days, my husband will buy a maid and come back to serve you, and my young mother should enjoy it."

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The imperial examination is usually held in February of the second year of the provincial examination, so it is called the Spring Examination. At that time, the national candidates gathered in the capital and struggled to death. The tragic situation is even more intense than the current college entrance examination. This year, the spring examination was seriously ill before the New Year and encountered Tatars attacking the border after the New Year, so the spring examination was postponed until now, a month later.

Today is the first day of the exam. The Ministry of Rites wants to invite the emperor to worship the heavens and worship Confucius. Many etiquettes are very complicated, so the exam is not early. Now there are still groups of students on the street rushing to the examination center of the academy.

Zhu Houzhao saw the candidates carrying bags and holding pens and mos, and was curious for a moment and rushed to the school to watch the fun. Yang Ling knew that he hadn't had enough fun and would not have the heart to do big things, so she had to accompany him with Liu Jin and others to rush to the school to sway.

Some cities of the Ming Dynasty built academic palaces. The academies were not only a place where local students studied hard, but also a Confucius Temple. The Confucius Temple in the capital was naturally the largest academic palace in the country. Zhu Houzhao and others came to the front of the academies and saw the high golden plaque on the lintel with four big words "The Memorial of the Master of All Ages". A two-meter-high ban monument was erected in front of the stone bridge outside the Panchi: "Civil and Military Officials dismounted here."

No matter how old the official is, he has to get out of the sedan chair and get off his horse and walk in when he arrives at the school. When the literati become high-ranking officials, he will come back to worship Confucius, which is considered to be a return home in glory and show off his advancing. As for military generals, even if they are in the first rank of official positions and have power, they will walk around the word "Academic Palace" from afar. There is no way. The old scholars in the school have recognized half of the Analects of Confucius to rule the world, and their moral articles are unparalleled. When the warriors enter, they will be discriminated against.

Although this academy is large, it still cannot accommodate candidates across the country. Now, three rows of wooden sheds are built along the palace wall as the test site, covering the surrounding area with curtains, and soldiers are sent to guard them strictly.

When Zhu Houzhao arrived slowly, the bells and drums were ringing and the exam was already started. In front of the door, in addition to the family and servants of the students, and some vendors selling tea and snacks, there was no one sold. Zhu Houzhao felt bored and saw a tea stall under the big locust tree, so she walked over and sat down. Liu Jin hurriedly called the waiter and asked for tea, snacks and melon seeds, and chatted under the tree with Zhu Houzhao.

Yang Ling looked at the sun, probably at around 10 o'clock in the morning, and there was still plenty of time to go to the Ministry of War. Then he felt relieved. He said to Zhu Houzhao and walked slowly west along the Panchi. He wanted to see how these lieutenants tested the eight-legged essays. However, the cloth curtains were too tightly covered. Every few steps, another officer and soldier guarded him. He was scolded loudly when he got closer. Yang Ling was bored for a while and was about to turn around and walk back. Suddenly, a lieutenant hurriedly passed by him with a bag and headed straight to the test door surrounded by the cloth curtains. The lieutenant was sweating profusely, holding the test post and said anxiously: "Brother Soldier, the student came late for some reason and went to the wrong examination room. It was a little late. Please let me enter."

Yang Ling stopped curiously, turned around and looked at the door. Four soldiers stood at the door. One of the small flags waved: "Can such a big thing be delayed? If you are late, wait for another three years. We dare not make the decision to let you in."

The lord was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. While begging, he bowed repeatedly: "Brothers of soldiers, the student has been studying hard for ten years. It's just for this moment. I'm not to mention that the student was studying hard until the third night last night. I just regretted that he had hit a scoundrel on the road and was pulled and entangled by him. Therefore, it was delayed. Please help me."

Yang Ling looked at this man and saw that he was twenty-five or six years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, dark skin, tall and thin, wearing a blue shirt, empty like a bamboo pole.

As the man said, he reached into his arms, took out all the silver he had put on his body, stuffed it into the hands of the soldier, and smiled and said, "All soldiers are kind and kind, and the students will never forget them."

The soldier saw that he had more than ten or two silver patterns in his eyes, and his eyes suddenly showed a greedy look. However, the level inside the scientific research area was layered, and after passing this level, he could not enter the imperial examination field. He was a soldier, but he had no right to send him in. He had to throw the silver back to the juren's arms with regret, shook his head, and stopped talking.

Seeing this, the lord was so anxious that sweat dripped from his forehead. He seemed to be unaware of it. He didn't even care about wiping it. He still pulled the small flag and kept begging. When the other soldiers saw that he was reluctant to leave, they all shouted loudly. An official from the Ministry of Rites inside walked out and shook his sleeves. He shouted coldly: "Who is making noise at the door?"

The official of the Ministry of Rites was just a small foreigner of the Ministry of Rites, but in despair, he couldn't care. He knelt down on the ground with a loud bang and whispered: "Sir, save me, sir, save me, the student is delayed for some reason, and is not allowed to enter the venue. Please give me mercy and let me in." As he said that, the prince kowtowed like pounding garlic. Yang Ling didn't care, but when he heard him knocking the ground, he was frightened and felt sympathy for a moment.

The Ministry of Rites rolled his eyes and said coldly: "The court has to select talents to recruit talents and serve the country. Even major events like the Communist Party of China can be late. Can a person like you enter the court and become an official? Go back and read the books of sages for a few years."

The lord choked up and lay on the ground and couldn't get up. He just kept kowtowing, and couldn't even make a pleading sound. Yang Ling couldn't bear it when he saw it and couldn't help but talk, "Sir, he's only a quarter of an hour late, and he won't be able to cheat on the question. Why don't you let him in? Adults are also scholars, so you should know that it's not easy to study hard."

The Ministry of Rites smiled coldly, glanced at him with a slanted eyes, and said disdainfully: "Who are you?"

Yang Ling said: "Yangling is also a scholar. The only way for scholars to make a fortune after working hard for half their lives is to have one path to the imperial examination, which is related to their lifelong future. Please be kind to help him."

The Ministry of Rites sneered and said sarcastically: "Where is the imperial examination field? What a great thing is the imperial examination? How can such a sacred and solemn thing tolerate others to follow their own personal responsibilities?"

When Yang Ling saw him with a disgusting face, he suddenly remembered Zhang Haogu, who was sent to the examination room in "Three Levels of Promotion", in "The East Factory Wei Zhongxian," and sent someone to the examination room. He felt a move in his heart. Everyone said that the factory guards were rampant and everyone looked sideways, not knowing whether the sign of my sign was useful. Seeing that there was no familiar person around, he reached into his arms and touched the jade sign, and took a look in front of the Ministry of Rites, and smiled and said, "Sir, because scientific examinations are the top priority in life, please be a little more comfortable and have great merit."

When the Minister of Rites saw the flying fish token in Yang Ling's hand, he felt a chill. The free Jinyiwei in the capital was probably the blood-sucking demons in the North Town Fushi. Any Jinyiwei lieutenant came out of this yamen, which was enough for him, a small official, to drink a pot. What's more, the jade plaque in this person's eyes must be a senior officer in the Jinyiwei.

When did the Jinyiwei even take care of the imperial examination? They are also military personnel. They hate coming to the academy most. Could it be that the emperor specially ordered the Jinyiwei to come to investigate secretly? It is not a big matter that is unaccommodating after a while. If this person slandered me in front of the saint, saying that I deliberately made things difficult for the scholars, then

For a moment, the Wailang, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites, also sweated on his face. He ate and said, "Mr. Yang, I just didn't know the identity of Lord Yang, and I was so rude. If there was an adult saying, what else could I do? The official immediately sent this candidate to the exam himself. Please rest assured."

The tall and thin man knelt at the door and raised his face and listened to the two of them. When he heard this, he was immediately happy and kowtowed and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Lord Yang, thank you, Lord examiner."

Although he didn't know what brand Yang Ling had, he looked at his young age and turned the examiner's face, and he must be a high-ranking official.

Yang Ling bowed to the examiner and said, "That's right, thank you." Then he smiled at the candidate and said, "It's difficult to send you in, and it's even harder to get a gold list. Whether you can jump into the dragon gate depends entirely on your ability."

He did a good thing and was extremely happy in his heart. He floated under his feet and walked towards the main entrance of the school. The Ministry of Rites, the Wai Gun, breathed a sigh of relief and said to the lord with lingering fear: "Get up quickly, get up quickly, I'll send you into the examination room."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Lord examiner." The son stood up in tears, turned his head and saw Yang Ling about to turn the curtain, and said loudly in a hurry: "Mr. Yang's kindness to help, student Yan Song, I dare not forget it in this life!"

Yang Ling had just turned the cloth curtain, and when he heard this, he tripped under his feet and almost fell into the river.

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