Chapter 87 My Deskmate Qin Wanyue [4k Big Chapter]
A carriage went out from the palace.
The carriage was pulled by four horses and was extremely luxurious.
Zeng Anmin was sitting in the carriage with a smile on his face:
"Fortunately, if you hadn't reminded me just now, I would have accepted the order with gratitude."
"Yeah."
Dad nodded calmly, with a deep tone in his voice:
"We'll talk about it when we get home."
"Okay!"
……
East Palace.
The prince watched people go to the empty courtyard and sit on a chair, with a look of tears on his face.
The fourth prince Wang Yuanhao on the side shrugged, his laziness returning again:
"Well, today's trip is for nothing."
As he spoke, he sighed leisurely:
"Brother, don't be discouraged. Maybe Zeng Anmin will want to come to the East Palace one day."
With that said, he walked swaggering outside.
Until his figure disappeared.
The prince's chubby face twisted.
He stretched out his fist and slammed it on the table in front of him.
"Bang!"
It made an extremely thick sound.
"Wang Qianzhi..."
The prince's voice was filled with gritted teeth.
Obviously, Zeng Anmin did not want to work as an attendant in the East Palace today, and the little fat prince had all his thoughts on Wang Qianzhi.
As for whether Wang Qianzhi did it on purpose or accidentally.
unimportant.
……
Prince Qi's Mansion.
In the main hall.
"Crack!!"
Wang Qianzhi received a slap.
The head that had just stopped bleeding started to ooze blood again.
King Qi had a cold expression on his face and slowly withdrew his hand. His long body of more than ten feet stood there like a giant beast, looking coldly at Wang Qianzhi in front of him.
"Father..."
Wang Qianzhi was a little confused by this slap, and his soft eyes were a little dull.
"Today's launch of the formation was intentional?"
King Qi's voice was cold, and his oppressive eyes looked at Wang Qianzhi lightly.
"I..." Wang Qian subconsciously wanted to shake his head.
But looking at his father's indifferent gaze, he pursed his lips and stood silent.
Then he raised his head with stubborn eyes:
"My uncle's death cannot be forgotten like this!"
As soon as these words came out.
The hand that King Qi was about to raise paused, and after freezing in the air for a while, he slowly lowered it.
"There are some things that you can just do for your father. You don't need to worry about it."
After saying that, his eyes turned gloomy and he looked at Wang Qianzhi:
"Do you know that because of your self-defeating act, Zeng Anmin's performance today will be remembered by His Majesty?"
Wang Qianzhi pursed his lips, with a look of frustration on his face and a low voice:
"It's impossible...he clearly got the child's Wu Chenxiang..."
As soon as these words came out, the whole hall fell silent.
King Qi's face changed slightly, and then he looked like a ferocious beast, his eyes widened angrily, his voice was like a demon, and he looked at Wang Qianzhi word by word:
"You touched your father's things?!"
The momentum like a wave pressed towards Wang Qianzhi.
Wang Qianzhi's heart sank as he was shocked by the sudden momentum. He raised his head with difficulty and said intermittently:
"Father, don't you... find it strange..."
King Qi narrowed his eyes and his aura weakened slightly.
Wang Qianzhi took advantage of this opportunity and said:
"Obviously there was agarwood burning, but Zeng Anmin seemed unaffected in the formation..."
"Well..."
"This matter is rotten in my heart, do you understand?"
"Yes."
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Shangshu No. 1.
As the carriage stopped steadily, Zeng Anmin and his father appeared in front of the door.
"The master is back!!"
After the concierge Lao Zhang saw it, his face showed joy and he quickly shouted to the servants behind the door.
The door opened and the father and son stepped into the main entrance.
The mansion was huge, but the two of them had something on their minds, so they moved very quickly.
Not long after, they arrived at Zeng Shilin's study room in the courtyard.
"Squeak~"
As the study door closes.
Father and son sat opposite each other.
Zeng Anmin's eyes fell on his father.
"Dad, in the East Palace just now, the tallest Hanhan must be King Qi, right?"
It was only then that he asked the doubts in his heart.
The father raised his eyebrows and looked at the elder: "Did you see it?"
"Of course." Hearing his father's affirmation, Zeng Anmin twitched the corner of his mouth and said:
"Except Prince Qi and his son, I can't think of anyone else who can be so hostile to my father and my son when I enter the capital."
"Ha." Dad nodded lightly.
"So, the man named Wang Qianzhi today also deliberately activated the illusion formation."
Zeng Anmin looked thoughtfully at his father.
"It's just that he didn't expect that you could not be suppressed by the illusion array."
Dad looked at Zeng Anmin with a deep look, which was very meaningful.
"Haha." Zeng Anmin laughed dryly and scratched his head:
"The true meaning of Kanlong Tu has this purpose, which is beyond my expectation."
"Haha." After hearing Zeng Anmin's words, his father just chuckled and nodded noncommittally.
Afterwards, Zeng Shilin looked solemn:
"Actually, not allowing you to take the position of Prince's Attendant has nothing to do with Prince Qi and his son. As a father, you have your own motives."
"Oh?" Zeng Anmin was slightly startled, then looked at his father seriously and said:
"Then what do you mean..."
Dad slowly raised his head, looked toward the window, and slowly uttered two words:
"Imperial examination."
As soon as these words came out, the corner of Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched.
No dad, the reason why your son was lucky enough to enter the realm of a sixth-grade gentleman was only because of plug-ins, golden fingers, and some memories from his previous life.
It was also because of the memory of the previous life that I was able to "compose" two poems by luck.
You don’t think I really rely on my own real materials, do you?
"You are not affected by the phantom formation, so the same goes for the imperial examination."
Dad looked at Zeng Anmin and his voice was full of meaning:
"Since four hundred years ago, the imperial examinations of our Great Holy Dynasty have no longer been based on essay questions, but have used the phantom formation of the Xuanzhen Division to allow students to perform in the formation."
Um?
Zeng Anmin was slightly startled.
Then he blinked.
He really didn't understand the imperial examination in this world.
From time traveling to now, I am either solving crimes or killing people.
The whole party only stayed at Shuidu Academy for five days.
Therefore, the imperial examination path was not within his scope of consideration at all.
"Illusionary Imperial Examination?"
Zeng Anmin murmured to himself.
No, the key point is that this is indeed very reasonable!
In the world of Xianxia, who still uses the outdated test paper format for the imperial examination?
"Yes." Dad nodded, slowly changed his sitting posture, and said with dignity on his face:
"What you see on paper is ultimately shallow."
"As early as four hundred years ago, a great scholar and the Xuanzhen Division co-sponsored the first Illusionary Formation Imperial Examination."
"The students entered the formation, and the test questions were about water control, handling cases, governing the people, or marching."
"Throughout the ages, imperial examinations have been mainly based on test papers. If students don't have personal experience, even if they can write it down, it will be difficult to practice it."
"But it's different when you enter the illusion array."
"The Magic Formation can prepare various test questions for students to experience personally."
After saying this, the father turned his eyes to Zeng Anmin and narrowed his eyes slightly:
"But although the Magic Formation Imperial Examination organizes actual events, you have also seen the disadvantages..."
Zeng Anmin nodded, stood up, stretched, and said casually:
"It will expose the true nature of some people with bad character."
"Yes." Dad said in a quiet voice:
"So the paper-based imperial examination has not been completely cancelled. Before the imperial examination, students will be allowed to choose on their own." "Most students still choose the paper-based imperial examination, but a few students will choose the magic array."
"Your memory is not suppressed by the phantom formation, so the phantom formation imperial examination, for you..."
Dad didn't finish his words.
But Zeng Anmin's eyes flashed: "It's easy."
"So, taking the imperial examination path will go further than studying in the East Palace as a waiter."
Dad also nodded slowly.
"In that case..."
Zeng Anmin squinted his eyes and looked out the window:
"Then let's try it."
…………
To participate in the imperial examination, one must be recommended by the college.
So, only two days passed.
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His figure appeared in the most prestigious academy in Beijing.
Imperial College.
Located in the west of the imperial city.
Covering an area of at least 6,000 square meters.
As the son of the Minister of War, Zeng Anmin entered the Imperial College and became a "shadow prisoner".
Anyone who enters the prison to study with the qualifications of a juren is called a jujian, a person who enters the prison to study with the qualification of a tribute student is called a tribute prison, and a person who is a son of an official and obtains the qualification of a prison student without passing the examination is called a yinjian.
Therefore, there is also a chain of contempt in the Imperial College.
The tribute supervisors looked down upon the judiciary supervisors.
The supervisor looks down upon the shadow supervisor.
The tribute supervisors promoted the supervisors, and the shadow supervisors looked down upon the regular supervisors.
Those who obtain the qualification of prisoner by donating money in ordinary status are called regular prisoner.
in this chain of contempt.
There are two types of people you can ignore.
The first type is Confucian and Taoist genius.
The second type is those who are extremely unworthy of their talent and reputation.
Fortunately, Zeng Anmin took care of both situations.
Fortunately, the time when he entered the classroom happened to be when the students were taking a break.
He followed his master into a certain school in the Imperial College.
Dad’s words came to my ears:
"When you enter the Imperial College, you can study with peace of mind. There are six doctors in the Imperial College. Each one is good at one of the six arts. They are all the best in their respective fields. The opportunity for you to break through the fifth level of Confucianism and Taoism lies with them. ”
As a student of the Imperial College, even during breaks, he would take out his books and sit down to read.
As a transfer student, the first thing Zeng Anmin received was the curious eyes of all his classmates.
"Pick an empty seat and sit down." The master who introduced Zeng Anmin to school smiled and led him into the banquet, then walked out.
"Okay."
Zeng Anmin nodded and then prepared to pick an empty seat.
However, when he looked towards the empty seat, his face became strange.
There are forty seats in front of you.
Only three were empty.
One of the empty seats was sitting next to Qin Wanyue!
Today, Qin Wanyue is wearing a white student uniform.
The student uniform was extremely conspicuous on her body, and because of her quiet aura, it set off the breath of a white lotus that came out of the dust.
The white lotus here is a compliment.
Qin Wanyue had a smile on her face, and her eyes like autumn water had been resting on Zeng Anmin since he appeared.
acquaintance!
After seeing Qin Wanyue, Zeng Anmin did not hesitate and walked towards Qin Wanyue with a smile.
Just watch his movements.
All the students were stunned.
Is this person going to...sit next to Miss Wanyue? ?
Then all the students looked at him strangely.
Although Miss Qin is a new student.
But his talent and learning were not shallow, and he was highly valued by many masters.
His father was the newly promoted doctor of the Imperial Academy, Qin Shoucheng, the Prime Minister.
During these two days, there were also many confident students who wanted to sit with Miss Wanyue.
However, Ms. Qin declined the offer on the grounds that she “concentrates on her studies”.
Some of the dissatisfied people debated scriptures with Miss Wanyue on the spot, but they were all left speechless by her argument, and in the end they could only run away in panic.
Now this is another overestimation of one's abilities.
There was a murmur.
"Haha, another self-righteous one."
"Shh, keep your voice down, just watch his jokes."
"Haha, let's concentrate on reading and don't get distracted by trivial matters like this."
"…………"
Everyone looked towards Zeng Anmin as if they were watching a good show.
However, the next moment, they were all dumbfounded.
Zeng Anmin came to Miss Wanyue's seat and said with a smile:
"Then I'll sit here?"
A magnetic voice sounded in the hall.
"Brother Quan can help himself."
The smile on Miss Wanyue's face remained unchanged, her pointed chin was like a butterfly, and she nodded a few times.
She even took the initiative to move her body to make a more spacious place for Zeng Anmin.
? ? ?
All the students who saw this scene were stunned.
He blinked blankly.
After Zeng Anmin sat down, he looked at Qin Wanyue with a smile and said:
"Miss Wanyue, long time no see?"
"Well, it's been four days."
Qin Wanyue's face was still smiling.
The two were chatting.
Suddenly another figure appeared at the door of the school.
"Why is there a new student?"
"There are quite a lot of prisoners today."
"They are all guys who rely on the power of their fathers."
"Say less."
"…………"
The figure at the door first glanced around the school eagerly.
When his eyes fell on Zeng Anmin, a look of ecstasy suddenly appeared on his face.
Then he walked towards this direction without any hesitation:
"Brother Quan Fu, long time no see!! I miss you so much!!"
The little man walked very fast, looking at Zeng Anmin as if he was seeing his old father again after a long separation...
Zeng Anmin was startled when he saw the figure walking towards him quickly.
He looked at the familiar fat face in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times:
"Why are you here?"
The owner of the figure in front of him was surprisingly the current crown prince, Wang Yuanzhen! !
"I reported it to my wife at home, and she agreed that I should come here to feel the atmosphere."
The little fat prince showed a shy smile and pointed his little fat finger behind Zeng Anmin:
"Well, I'll sit behind you!"
Wang Yuanzhen's clean face showed a smile, and his eyes were clear.
"You can sit down if you want."
Zeng Anmin breathed a sigh of relief.
Too lazy to say anything more.
It could be seen that the prince still did not give up on him.
Zeng Anmin's fingers gently touched his chin.
"The Master is here."
I don't know who shouted.
All the students were sitting extremely upright.
He looked solemnly towards the podium.
door.
Qin Shoucheng walked into the hall with a book in his hand expressionlessly.
"Today we will talk about "Yi Zi"."
As usual, he walked slowly to the stage and slowly opened the books on the table.
Then he raised his head and casually glanced at the school.
By coincidence, he met Zeng Anmin's eyes.
Zeng Anmin blinked twice innocently.
Qin Shoucheng's face froze.
(End of chapter)