514 Special Purpose
Ping'an went to the village for two consecutive days, leaving early and returning late.
Sun Sicheng moved directly into the manor. The two old men planned to return to the manor and live for a while after Ping An's parade. Ping An took great care of the manor, and it was no exaggeration to say that it was picturesque.
On the evening of the third day, they all returned to the city.
Tomorrow is April 16th, the day when the results of the palace examination will be announced.
The next morning, Ping'an, Zhou Heng, Fu'an and Zhiyuan arrived at the palace. The three hundred tribute scholars were wearing the same tribute scholar uniform and were still neatly lined up in two rows.
Ping An stood at the front left, secretly looking forward to the upcoming horse-riding parade.
Mr. Chen had reserved the two best seats in a street-facing restaurant early on. Soon, his master's, his master's and his husband's families, as well as his parents, his wife, and his younger brothers and sisters would all go there to watch the fun and see his most glorious moment.
In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the emperor and officials above the fourth rank were determining the final rankings for the top ten.
Ping An is the undisputed number one.
A truly worthy Six Yuan Jidi.
These ministers were all jealous. A 19-year-old boy had passed all the tests and stood at the top of the imperial examinations every time. What kind of amazing talent was this?
The emperor is fifty-two years old this year and has been on the throne for more than thirty years. This is the first time he has encountered a person who has passed the imperial examination with the highest score of six.
This little Ping An gave him so many surprises.
While the ministers were feeling excited, they also thought of the Wang father and son and Sun Yat-sen.
It is said that Ping An only attended the academy for half a year in total, and had been studying under Sun Yat-sen since he was seven years old. It was not until he returned from the northern border that he came to the Wang family, and was always taught by the father and son of the Wang family.
The Wang father and son have returned to the capital. How lucky would it be if the children at home could receive some instruction from them?
Ping'an and the others had been standing outside for an hour without realizing it, and finally they heard a voice singing: "Announce Ping'an, Gong Jun, Hutong Le... to go to the palace."
Although Ping An had an idea in his mind, he still felt relieved. As long as his name was at the first place, it was good enough.
I once told the great scholar that the first place was given to him. To be honest, I was not joking. For him, it would be great to be the top scorer, but it didn't matter if he didn't.
But his master, the great teacher and his teacher had placed too much hope on him and spent too much time and effort on him. He would be very embarrassed if he could not get the first place.
Ping An led the top ten people into the Hall of Supreme Harmony under the guidance of officials from the Ministry of Rites.
The Hall of Supreme Harmony was magnificent, and both sides of the hall were already filled with princes, ministers, and civil and military officials.
These people have been in high positions for a long time and their majesty is self-evident, but Ping An is not afraid of them at all. He knows quite a few people here, including his two godfathers.
General Huang and Chu Feng's father were also present. He had once performed surgery on six fingers of the Shangshu's grandson.
It’s good to practice medicine following a master, because you will have acquaintances everywhere.
"Everything is fine." From the emperor's voice, one could tell that he was in a very happy mood.
"I wish you all the best, Your Majesty."
The emperor raised his lips and said, "Ping An, now that you are an official, what will happen to your medical skills? You are the little medical saint I personally appointed you to be."
"Your Majesty, as an official, you can also try to study medicine in your spare time."
"No, your talent in medicine is praised by the old hospital chief. How can I waste such a medical genius?"
Ping'an and everyone present felt a jolt in their hearts. Could it be that the Emperor wanted him to go to the Imperial Hospital?
Wang Wei and General Hao were especially anxious and angry.
"All peace and obedience."
Ping An knelt down with a plop: "Wan Ping An accepts the order, long live the emperor."
"Ping An, I have specially allowed you to work and practice medicine at the same time. Under normal circumstances, you can only work half a day. It is up to you to arrange your time, but try your best to do both."
Ping An was overjoyed and bowed his head firmly: "Ping An thanks the Emperor. Long live the Emperor."
Everyone in the hall was stunned. His Majesty's decision was unprecedented. No one had ever heard of an official going to work in the morning and returning home in the afternoon.
But no one objected.
No one will object unless they are a fool.
You can offend anyone, but you cannot offend a medical genius. Who can guarantee that you and your family will not get seriously ill?
No matter how good life is, you have to live to enjoy it.
The emperor was in a good mood and looked at everyone: "Are you stupid? There is no front line, right? Have you ever seen a person who won the sixth place in the imperial examination and is also a medical genius?
No, right?
Ping An followed Sun Sicheng to the northern border when he was twelve years old and saved countless soldiers. More than a year later, he followed the emperor's order and went to Yingtian to treat the old imperial teacher. The old imperial teacher had a stroke and it was Sun Sicheng who treated him. Did you know that the old imperial teacher had a large tumor in his abdomen at that time, and it was Ping An, who was only fourteen years old, who performed the operation personally.
A few months ago, the Crown Prince suffered from acute intestinal abscess, and even Zhu Yuanzheng was helpless because it was night and Sun Sicheng's eyesight was not good enough. It was Ping An who personally performed the surgery on the Crown Prince.
How can anyone here know that in the future, you and your family will not be in trouble with Ping An?
How can I bear to let such a great medical genius just do his work and let his medical skills go to waste?
If you study without thinking, you will be lost; if you think without studying, you will be in danger. If you don't practice medicine for a long time, even the best talent will be wasted. Can I do such a thing? Of course not. "
All the people in the hall kowtowed together: "Your Majesty is wise, long live the emperor."
These people are already old and have both fame and fortune. What they fear most is not that their health deteriorates and there is no good doctor to treat them, right?
The emperor allowed Ping An to work and practice medicine at the same time, which was equivalent to tying him up in the capital. Isn't this a great thing?
Everyone knows that Sun Sicheng spends a lot of time outside throughout the year. If he really gets seriously ill, will it be in time to wait for someone to come back in ten days or half a month?
The daylilies are cold.
"I hereby announce that the ranking of this competition is: first place is the newly crowned champion Wan Ping'an, second place is Gong Jun, and third place is Hu Tongle.
The top three in the first class, the number one scholar Wan Ping'an, was awarded the sixth rank and was appointed as an editor of the Hanlin Academy. The second and third place winners were awarded the seventh rank and were appointed as editors of the Hanlin Academy.
You all should remember that when Ping An came back from the border a few years ago, I granted him a sixth-rank military official rank, and this time he cannot be demoted or promoted."
Everyone bowed and said, "We, your subjects, respectfully obey your summons. Long live the emperor."
Of course everyone remembers this incident, but can the quality of a real vacancy be the same as that of a nominal position?
But does going up one level have any impact on them?
No.
That's it.
Then the ten people went back outside, congratulated each other briefly, and then stood in line and waited in an orderly manner.
Ping An knew that the second place winner was the son of the Minister of Rites, and the third place winner was the youngest son of Hu Jijiu. There were very few people from poor families who could get high scores.
For example, if he had not had the one-on-one teaching of his teacher since childhood, and the guidance of the Wang father and son over the years, even if he had the memories of his past life, he would probably not be able to do it.
Soon, festive music sounded in the main hall, and a voice said, "Announce the new Jinshi to enter the side hall."
Ping'an and three hundred other people followed an official from the Ministry of Rites into the side hall, and soon many eunuchs brought them clothes.
The number one scholar wore a bright red brocade robe and a waist sash of the same color. The others wore royal blue and black gauze hats of the same color, all of which looked very nice.
Ping An is tall and straight, and the bright red top scholar robe he wears makes him look handsome and elegant.
The music changed its tune and everyone became excited.
The ceremony of announcing the imperial edicts began.
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