Beiyang new warlord

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If he didn't bring his seal, he even wanted to stamp his private seal on the paper.

The gong kept ringing, and every examinee was dejected, or surprised, with all kinds of life, followed by the sergeant of Liaozhen, and went out of the palace gate again.

The people in the crowd were full of comfort, Liu Botao had just walked to the door, but he was surprised that a scholar from the capital who was wearing a gold embroidered robe beside him gave him a heavy fist with respect.

"Student Li Guoyong, meet the senior!"

To be a master, you have to have good eyesight. Judging by the clothes and manners of this brother, he must be at least a son of a noble family, and he is also likely to be a noble family. Of course, he may also be a son of an eunuch, but no matter who he is, he is a big shot. Liu Botao hastened It's a fist-pumping return salute like being flattered.

"My lord, you are too polite. The next Mo official, how dare you call me the elder of your lord."

"Heroes don't ask where they come from, so how can elders say this?"

He still had a smile on his face, that noble young master was not arrogant at all, he just shook his head enthusiastically with Mr. Dong who was served by Liu Botao. Moved a little closer.

"From the exam questions, can't you see the preferences of the regent today? The regent was born in the Liaodong army. He is the most pragmatic and dislikes the glitz of literati. Unlike the previous dynasties, the younger brother was fortunate enough to travel to Dongjiang. , where employing people is enough to have a rough knowledge of the four books and five classics, but they need to be strict in handling things, the more capable people are, the more they can be reused!"

"On this point, those Jiangnan talents, Fushe leaders, and those old scholars who study classics and history are worthless!"

"Looking at the age, it should be an old knife and pen that has been accumulated for many years! My little brother's home is Andingfang Dingbian Bofu. If you don't give up when you are old, you will come to sit in the humble house in your spare time. I am also eager to ask you for advice!"

"Thank you for your love, my lord. When I have free time, I will definitely come and disturb you!"

The two men clasped their fists to say goodbye, seeing Li Guoyong rushing towards the next scholar he was looking for, but Liu Botao couldn't help slowing down, he didn't think of this when he answered the question, but now, he It's heart-pounding.

He, an old ink official who failed the imperial examination more than ten times, also has the opportunity to be an official in the court and be an upright official!

Just as he was thinking about it, a distraught and disrespectful voice sounded from the other end.

"Uncle Liu, I'm here, young master! Come here quickly!"

The two bookboys bowed down to serve tremblingly, their noses were not their noses and their faces were not their faces, and Dong Shiyun kept chattering there with a dark face.

"Vulgar warrior! Savage savage! What kind of obscene examination questions are asked, and if you don't rule the world with the way of a saint, it's just rude and trivial things! Such a court will not last long!"

"Hey, young master, keep your voice down! Keep your voice down!"

Startled, Liu Botao rushed over in three steps at a time, and threw his small thoughts to the back of his mind, and said sadly with his fists in his arms.

"This is the capital, in case Jin Yiwei hears it"

"So what about Jin Yiwei? Isn't justice in the world?"

He still looked aggrieved, and his voice was even a little louder. The grandson of the great Confucianist in the south of the Yangtze River slapped his hands and shouted angrily. Dong Shiyun's words really resonated, and a large group of scholars from nearby also followed. He yelled angrily.

"This son is right! How can you not govern the country with the way of a saint!"

"It's an insult to me and other scholars to test some lowly ink officials!"

There is an old saying in China, it is called a rebellion by scholars, and it will not succeed in ten years. This group of sour scholars are still complaining and roaring angrily. They followed behind the palace gate, and a few Jinyi guards in flying fish robes came out, while looking at the crowd. , while holding a pen and ink, it seems that he is still recording something in a hurry. I don’t know which scholar glanced back, and the battery suddenly became dead, and the big sleeve covered his head, turned and left.Just like the noisy head teacher suddenly arrived, thousands of scholars who were chattering and chattering scattered like birds and beasts in an instant, and they all covered their heads in embarrassment, making people think they were prisoners who had just been released.

It is said that there is no blame for the crowd, and now there are no crowds, it seems that the real thing is, this Mr. Dong has also become impotent, unable to bear face, he can't stop turning around and growling.

"The universe is clear, the truth is not unreasonable?"

However, the voice became much quieter, knowing his young master too well, Liu Botao winked, and the two bookboys each pulled up one of Dong Shiyun's sleeves, and "hardly" pulled the aggrieved and muttering Dong Da The gifted scholar also left in front of the palace gate in embarrassment.

The afterglow of the sun fell goldenly on the Qianqing Gate, before turning the corner, Liu Botao couldn't help but look back, his heart became hot.

Scholars! Be an official!

Just like getting off work, Mao Jue got into the carriage before sunset after the officials in the central government finished handling today's business, said goodbye to the imperial palace and garden that symbolized the power of the world, followed the side corner door, and the carriage turned around and turned back. Andingfang.

"Humph!"

It seemed that Mao Jue was tired of aesthetics. Seeing his son getting off the carriage, the old man snorted coldly, turned around and walked away with disdain, but he had been waiting here with him for more than half an hour Shi Chen's helpless smile betrayed him.

Watching the back of the Liao King who needed to curry favor with him, Mao Jue could only shake his head with a wry smile.

First went to the main hall to say hello to the old man, and then Mao Jue briskly came to the backyard. In a month, the place became much more lively, except for Adelaine who didn't know whether she was guilty or couldn't leave. All the girls from the palace have arrived, and the meal-sharing system for high-ranking families does not work here. Except for Le'er who is still breastfeeding the child, the queens-to-be are busy carrying hot meals up, stacking them slowly. There is a big table, Mao Jue's eldest daughter, also a juicy big jade, is drooling at the big plate of chicken legs on the table, and at the far end of the table is Chen Jiao, who is holding her hands in front of her skirt dignifiedly, Warm smile.

"Daddy is back, let's have dinner!"

Watching Mao Jue come in, Mao Yu couldn't wait to grab the hot drumstick with her little hand in a childish voice, stuffing her mouth full, and Su Yi slapped him helplessly. on her forehead.

"It's so delicious now. You don't look like a lady at all. When you grow up, you can't grow into a big fat man. Who will marry you?"

"That's not true. Those who want to marry my Mao Jue's daughter will have to line up from the capital to Shanhaiguan! Yu'er, don't listen to your mother, you can eat whatever you want!"

Doting on her chubby little face, Mao Jue laughed and said, this little girl was also unceremonious, her little mouth was full, and she nodded her head.

"Master, you are so spoiled with her, how can you go out in the future!"

Yan's mother's image collapsed, Su Yi chopped off her feet helplessly, and gave a dry laugh, while Mao Jue turned his head to Chen Jiao again, and asked curiously.

"Where's Xingjian? Why didn't you see him?"

"Follow his grandfather to read "Spring and Autumn" in the room, saying that he won't come to eat!"

Hearing this, Mao Jue suddenly had a headache. For some reason, his eldest son just couldn't get close to him. He either avoided him or kept a straight face when they met.

"Why don't I call him here?"

Seeing Mao Jue's bitter face, Chen Jiao couldn't help but asked with a wry smile.

"Forget it, as long as he likes it! Doesn't this kid like reading numbers? I'll go to the palace tomorrow and get him some volumes of the "Yongle Dadian" in the collection."

Beautiful women are a symbol of a man's rights, but having too many women is also an annoyance, especially since Mao Jue couldn't completely treat his women as reproductive tools and playthings like Chongzhen did. Chiyohime, who was dressed like a big butterfly in a kimono with a big red flower, came into his eyes again with her stinky little face turned aside.

Once again, Mao Jue waved with a wry smile: "Who bullied our little princess? Why does she look like this? Tell her husband, don't be angry, I'll help you clean him up!"

"How dare you get angry, little girl! But if you ask someone else to be old, and let a few vixens drive them out, you will already be Amitabha!"

Vixen?What's the situation?

Confused, Mao Jue looked around as if asking for help, but also full of helplessness, Su Yi's little finger pointed to the left, and Chen Jiao's little finger pointed to the right, looking around suspiciously, Mao Jue suddenly understood again come over.

The charm of a man is also a burden. Not to mention in Shenyang, there is a child bride-in-law Yuntu who came over with Huang Taiji and kissed him. In this courtyard, on the left is the Ninth Princess of Ming Dynasty, and Princess Zhu Yuhui of Changping, and on the right there is someone who has died. Wu Sangui gave it to him, Chen Yuanyuan, one of the famous Eight Beauties of the Qinhuai River, and today Chen Yuanyuan is not the only one. In the examination room, Mao Jue could see clearly that this girl hooked up with two fair-skinned and beautiful girls to pretend to be Men who go to take the imperial examination and wink at themselves are obviously one of them.

Mao Jue intends to follow Li Yuan's path, first establish the crown prince as emperor, use his name to flatten the south of the Yangtze River, and then make a concession later. This is the most correct way for the scholar-bureaucrats to win the country, so Zhu Yuhui still has to marry. I think this little girl is pitiful enough!Witnessing with his own eyes that his father forced his mother, sister, and the whole family to death, and suffered so many hardships, and finally had to marry himself as a tool for marriage. Historically, he felt pity for her. Thinking about it, it is not good to leave her alone all these days should.

But it wasn't today to make up for it. Facing the dark-faced Chiyoji, Mao Jue blew a kiss in a vulgar way.

"What nonsense are you talking about? When Qiandai and you are all old, your husband and I will not grow old like a bad old man that no one wants! Well, come here, don't be angry! I will drive out all the vixens in a while. Do you think it's okay? ?”

In an instant, amidst the smiles of the several sisters, Chiyo's little face turned into a cherries in embarrassment, and an angry vegetable leaf turned over.

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