kingnovel Chapter 42 The bastard in ancient times who wanted to concentrate on his career 6
Chapter 42 The bastard in ancient times who wanted to concentrate on his career 6
Stay in seclusion in the old house until the day of the exam.
Early in the morning, before dawn, Yuan Xi was woken up, washed and dressed, ate a few cakes, and gathered at the gate.
The carriage has been prepared. Yuan Xi is in a carriage with Song Zhiyi and Song Yunzhi, and Song Siming and Song Xuanwen are together.
"Brother, do you want it so early? It's not dawn yet." Yuan Xi yawned.
"We have to go and wait early. You guys should sit back and relax on the carriage for a while. I will call you when we are about to line up."
Song Zhiyi passed the exam, knew the process clearly, and arranged it properly.
When they arrived at the place, there were several carriages on the street. In front of the Gongyuan gate, many candidates were waiting with examination baskets in their hands. Everyone was talking and it was a bit noisy. Yuan Xi couldn't sleep either. He opened the curtain and looked outside. In addition to the carriages, With the car lights on, most people found a place to stand in the dark. It was still quiet inside the Gongyuan, and it was obvious that the people inside had not started to move around yet.
After waiting for a while, the morning light faded.
There was movement in the Gongyuan, torches lit up, doors opened, causing a commotion among the crowd.
Each soldier holding a torch in his left hand and a knife in his right hand walked out of the Gongyuan. There was a soldier standing guard a few meters away. The street was also illuminated by torches on both sides, and one could clearly see the excited or nervous faces of everyone.
The street was quiet, no one said a word, and the noisy scene just now seemed not to exist.
They knew the soldiers were coming out and would soon be lining up to get in.
By the time Yuan Xi sat down, the sky was already bright.
The college examination takes three days, one test per day, and you can hand it in and leave after you finish writing.
After three exams, Song Siming was liberated. Before the results came out, he began to let himself go. I took a few cousins to play around in Fucheng.
"My cousin has such a good attitude!" Song Yunzhi was extremely envious. He was very uneasy now. He wanted the results to come out early, but he was also worried that it would be bad news. He was even more worried that he was the only one who failed the exam. In short, he felt very complicated. He had not been out to play in the past two days. There is no smile.
"Tsk, cousin, what's the use of worrying now? The exams are over and the results are already determined. It's better to be happy now, right? Be good and smile."
"Yes, third brother, you have to have confidence in yourself. Even if the eldest brother looks at the paper you wrote silently and thinks there is nothing wrong with it, you still have a high chance of passing the exam."
"I also want to be like you two, but whenever I think about it, I didn't pass the exam, and I lose all my good mood." Song Yunzhi said sadly.
Not only did he exude negative emotions, he also kept talking about them.
Yuan Xi, who was walking next to him, couldn't stand it anymore. His mental quality was too poor. He handed the man over to his eldest brother and followed the steps of his second brother up the mountain, away from the source of his despair.
Song Zhiyi did not dislike his third brother's thoughts, and would comfort him carefully. The two climbed the mountain slowly at a speed comparable to that of an old man in his seventies or eighties.
The three people who had already reached the top of the mountain looked at the scenery for a while and then went down after feeling that it was not interesting. Meet the two of them in front of the temple halfway up the mountain.
"This temple is quite effective. Cousin, aren't you worried? Why don't you go in and pay your respects?"
"Yes, third brother, my eldest brother and I came here to pay our respects last time, and a lot of people came here today. Why don't you give it a try too, for peace of mind."
There is a Buddhist temple halfway up the mountain, Guanghua Temple.
What was established by the previous dynasty has been passed down for two to three hundred years and has flourished.
While Song Yunzhi was hesitating, many people had already entered the temple, burning incense and worshiping Buddha.
Yuan Xi didn't know what the third brother was hesitating about, or what he had to worry about, even more so than he, who wanted to be a Taoist priest in the future.
The few people who really couldn't stand it took Song Yunzhi inside.
Not to mention, after worshiping the Buddha, asking for a fortune-teller, and listening to a series of good words from the fortune-telling monk, Song Yunzhi's complexion improved. When he came out of the hall, his whole person was sublimated.
"It's so useful, why don't we also go draw lots and worship Buddha." Song Siming invited Yuan Xi.
Yuan Xi refused and looked down upon him.
Just kidding, he is a Taoist priest going to worship Buddha. Are you serious? If word spreads, how can we join the big family of Taoism in the future? Disputes between Buddhism and Taoism also exist in this world.
Now Buddhism is flourishing and Taoism is in decline. He only went to the temple to visit. The building was quite beautiful. He could use it as a reference when building a Taoist temple in the future. He might as well forget about worshiping Buddha.
Song Siming didn't know about Yuan Xi's tendencies. Naturally, several brothers who lived together knew about it and explained it to him.
"It turns out that Yuan Xi is a believer, but my cousin was reckless this time. When I get back, I will give you a few Taoist classics collected in my father's study as an apology gift from my brother."
"It's nothing. Those who don't know are not guilty. Uncle's collection of classics is fine. If my cousin is interested, he can just make a copy of the manuscript and give it to his brother." Yuan Xi also wanted Song Siming to be good, and asked him to copy some Taoist classics to cultivate his sentiments. .
"Ah, this." Song Siming was a little hesitant, gritted his teeth, and nodded in agreement, "Okay, as long as you don't mind my ugly handwriting, I will copy it when I get back, and I will definitely have it delivered to you in a month."
Yuan Xi: I suddenly regretted it. In fact, it’s okay to leave it to others to copy.
But in the end, he didn't say anything. At least he could take the college examination, and no matter how ugly he was, he couldn't be any more ugly.
After several people waited for Song Siming to finish praying to the Buddha, they went back down the mountain.
Listing day.
The Song family has a teahouse on the street of Gongyuan. The shopkeeper had already reserved a box, the one with the best view.
Early in the morning, several people sat in the box drinking tea and eating snacks.
Of course, Yuan Xi was the only one eating and drinking, which seemed a bit heartless.
Everyone else looked nervously in the direction of Gongyuan, including Song Zhiyi. The attendants and boys they brought with them were all squeezing in the crowd, trying to get a good position.
As the gate of Gongyuan opened, the sound of gongs sounded.
Someone in the crowd shouted, "The list is released, the list is released."
There was a lot of noise and crowds, and the soldiers tried their best to maintain order and withstand the surging crowd.
After the list was posted, the clerk who posted the list and a few soldiers maintaining order quickly ran away, not even bothering to pick up the shoes and socks that had been stepped on. After successfully returning to the gate of Gongyuan, he closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's like this every time. I've lost another shoe. It's really unlucky."
"That's right, I stopped someone last time and my feet were swollen from being stepped on. This time it was better, but I lost a pair of shoes."
"Can you pick them up later? Those are the shoes my mother gave me personally."
"Okay, you can still pick up a few pairs. Believe it or not, when you go out later, there will be shoes everywhere."
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Teahouse, private room on the third floor.
Listening to the continuous news of good news on the street outside, Song Yunzhi and Song Siming were a little out of breath, lying on the window and looking in the direction of Gongyuan.
"It's hit, it's hit, the young master is hit."
Qingzhu had been practicing with Ruyi's guard husband for a while, and this time she took the lead and squeezed out of the crowd and ran back to the box on the third floor.