The same world, the same dream.
It is perfect to use this sentence to describe Gongyuan Street on the ninth day of the second month.
Whether it is promoted to a small civilian or a high-ranking official, at this moment, they only have one dream: Jinshi, Jinshi, and Jinshi!
But as soon as Sun Shaozong got out of the carriage, he saw an old man with white hair and hair. In order not to waste his energy, he refused his son’s support and rushed to the gate of the Gongyuan with a bamboo basket tremblingly.
Seeing the old man’s look of breathless and dying years, Sun Shaozong couldn’t help but sigh: It’s true that he is pitiful to his parents all over the world.
The son was also a man who knew what was right after all, and was moved to tears.
He chased after him and knelt in front of the old man, kowtowed like pounding garlic, and cried, “Dad, you are already sixty-eight years old, and your body has not been very strong in the past two years. Don’t you do it in this exam?!”
“No!”
The old man shook his head resolutely and said, “Not to say it’s sixty-eight, even if you’ve been taking the exam until the eighty-sixth, I must be admitted to the Jinshi! Even if I die, I will die in the tribute court!”
Uh~
This plot seems to be different from what I thought.
After retracting his gaze, Sun Shaozong patted Sun Chengye’s shoulder and reminded him: “Remember to not panic after entering. You must carefully arrange the number room first, and it is not too late to review the topic carefully.”
Sun Chengye pursed his lips tightly and nodded vigorously. Judging from the posture, Sun Shaozong was afraid that he would twist his neck if he whipped it a few more times.
Alas~
He is afraid that this year will be in trouble with this poor mental regulation ability.
“Don’t worry, Uncle Thirteen!”
Sun Chengtao still looked full of confidence and patted his chest and said, “Just wait and see! First A dare not say it, second A is absolutely steady!”
Alas~
Just relying on his irritable temperament, it is a different story to see if he can pass the exam.
Yu Qian also bowed beside him: “Thank you for your concern.”
It’s true…
“Dare you ask Sun Zhizhong is in front of him?”
Just as he was satisfied with Yu Qian’s performance, he saw a middle-aged man who looked like a servant, bowed and said, “My master wants to invite Mr. Yu and Lord Sun to talk.”
Sun Shaozong’s eyes rolled, but immediately lowered his voice and said, “Is your master Wang Shangshu of the Ministry of Personnel?”
Even though he knew his identity as Zhizhong of Shuntian Prefecture, he still put Yu Qian first when he invited him, I’m afraid that the only ‘Tianguan’ would be the Lord.
Speaking of which, Wang Shangshu actually came to send Yu Qian into the venue in person. It seems that he attaches great importance to this closed disciple.The degree is probably a little higher than I thought – as I said, Yu Qian has gotten married long ago!
“Mr. Sun is indeed well-known.”
The middle-aged male servant praised casually, made another gesture of invitation, and walked straight towards a carriage under the south wall.
Sun Shaozong hurriedly ordered Sun Xi, Zhang Cheng and others to send their two nephews to line up at the gate of the Gongyuan, and then led Yu Qian to follow.
When I arrived in front of the carriage, I saw the curtain raised, revealing an energetic old man. It was the Minister of Personnel Wang Zhe. But although the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were covered with wrinkles, his beard and hair were still as black as ink, and his deep eyes were even brighter.