515 Horse Racing Parade
The palace's grand ceremony of announcing the emperor's successors is in progress.
Every family here can't wait to go to the restaurant on the street.
Wan Changsheng and his family were the first to arrive at the restaurant. They arrived a little too early, but having some tea and snacks was much better than waiting anxiously at home.
Wang family.
The old man was impatient: "Boss, what are you doing? You are just dawdling and not going out. What's the point of dressing up carefully? Today everyone is here to see the top scholar and the Jinshi candidates, and no one is looking at you."
He looked at himself. He was wearing a spring shirt made by Ping'an today. The material was very comfortable, and there was a bunch of simple orchids at the hem, which looked noble and elegant.
This child is so thoughtful that he even sent underwear and socks together.
Of course, I also gave two sets to the boss.
Master Wang finally left the room. He was wearing a light blue brocade robe and shoes of the same color. He looked truly elegant and yet not vulgar.
"Dad, how is it?"
Master Wang turned around in front of his father.
The old man was very disgusted: "You are already over 50 years old, but you still act like a child. I really can't bear to watch it. You look good because you look like me, right? And Ping An's clothes are well made. What's there to brag about?"
Mrs. Wang laughed.
Master Wang smiled and said, "Yes, yes. Am I not the one who looks most like you among the three brothers? Oh, Ping'an's clothes are really well made. I heard that he designed the styles himself. The weather will be hot next month. I wonder if Ping'an will make summer clothes for me, sir?"
The old man also laughed: "You don't have money to buy it? Your wife doesn't know how to make it. I am jealous of Ping An and filial piety. Why don't you leave quickly?"
Today is a day off, and Zhang Jinping sent someone over yesterday to say that he had reserved a table at a teahouse on the street, and asked their family of three to go there early.
Chang Chunfeng tidied himself up and took his youngest son to the backyard.
"Ma'am, you haven't packed yet?"
Zhang Jinyu looked at herself in the mirror again and had to say that the jewelry Ping An gave her was quite good, especially the sparkling diamond. I heard that it was not available on the market and was truly a rare item.
"Okay, isn't it a little early now?"
"It's getting late. It would be nice to come earlier to have some tea and chat. We are just two families."
Zhang Jinyu stood up. She was a quiet person and didn't care. It was so noisy that most of the people in Beijing probably crowded into the streets.
But if she doesn't go today, not to mention her husband, she's afraid that her old father won't allow her to return to her parents' home in the future.
Not long after Wan Changsheng's family arrived at the restaurant, the Wang family, the Sun family, Sun Wen's family, the Chen father and son, and the Fu mother and son all came. The men had one box, and the women and children had another.
There are a few more people, but it’s barely enough and much better than having to squeeze in on the street.
Mrs. Ying's maid placed a large food box full of snacks on the table one by one, and then left the room.
"These are some good snacks. We also have them next door. Everyone come and eat. It's still early." Mrs. Ying was so excited today that she was about to fly.
Her son Fu An was only nineteen years old, but he passed the imperial examination in one try. She would laugh in her dreams.
These days, her good mother-in-law and sister-in-law have never come to cause trouble. I guess An'er's uncle should have held them down.
Mei Niang shouted, "Awu, bring Xin'er and Xi'er over to eat too. Your aunt from the Ying family bought a lot."
Mrs. Ying looked at the three beautifully dressed young girls, no, to be precise, one of them was already a young wife, and she couldn't help but think of her daughter far away.
My daughter said in the letter that she is pregnant. It has been almost five months now. I am afraid she will have given birth by the time she returns.
His son, who was so old, still had no engagement. He didn’t like any of the candidates, so he decided to wait until after the imperial examination.
It’s a pity that Ping’an’s sister is too young, otherwise they could become relatives.
Ping'an is considered a noble man in their family, and now he is about to become the top scholar, so his future is self-evident.
What's more, Ping An's medical skills are so good, and Fu An likes to listen to Ping An's words.
It's a pity that there is a nine-year difference.
The little girl is really nice and good-looking. I heard that she is still studying medicine and martial arts. She sits there obediently and is bringing her own younger brother.
She suddenly looked at Xin'er, the daughter of the second master of the Sun family, beside Awu. Wasn't she destined to Zhou Heng, who had nothing but was a good man? Wasn't there only a ten-year age difference between them?
Her heart began to pound.
Go back and have a good talk with your son. If possible, come back in two years to propose marriage. She doesn't mind getting married a few years later. With a son, there will be grandchildren. Why rush?
Chang Chunfeng and his family of three arrived at the teahouse. The Zhang family had already arrived with Jin'er. Zhang Ce also came. He failed in the provincial examination last year and was preparing for three years later.
Ping An showed him a lot of notes. The great scholar's lectures were really enlightening. He was full of confidence in the provincial and metropolitan examinations three years later.
"Brother-in-law, please sit here and watch your precious son later." Zhang Jinping said in a loud voice.
Chang Chunfeng smiled brightly: "Dad, big brother and sister-in-law, Ce'er and Mao'er."
He looked at his daughter, who was standing next to her sister-in-law. She smiled and bowed to him.
"Jin'er looks very pretty today."
Jin'er blushed. Her father hadn't looked at her so gently for many days.
Does she really look good today?
"Sister-in-law, Jin'er, thank you for your hard work."
"What's so hard about it? Jin'er helped me a lot after school. Jinyu, sit here."
Chang Yan has started playing with Zhang Mao.
Zhang Mao is Zhang Jinping's second son. He is fourteen years old this year and will prepare for the college entrance examination next year.
Soon, the sound of gongs and drums was heard, as well as the festive sound of suona, and more and more people came to the street.
"Here he comes, here comes the number one scholar."
Mei Niang's heart was beating fast.
Will her Ping An be the top scholar?
Ping'an was already riding on a tall horse, with a huge red flower tied on his chest, which was no smaller than the flower he wore on his wedding day.
The four joys of life.
After a long drought comes a sweet rain.
Meeting an old friend in a foreign land,
On the wedding night,
When your name is on the list of successful candidates.
He has experienced it all, and his life is not in vain.
The imperial examination is really a single-plank bridge among single-plank bridges. Only one in every many people can reach the stage of being paraded through the streets on horseback.
The county and prefectural examinations are difficult enough. As for the academy and provincial examinations, which major examination doesn't admit only a hundred or so people out of thousands?
The imperial examination gathered all the successful candidates of the Great Zhou Dynasty, more than four or five thousand, and only the top three hundred were admitted. Even so, the last one hundred were still the same as Jinshi.
According to him, being a fellow Jinshi was already very impressive.
Those who can stand out from so many successful candidates are all chosen by heaven.
The only difference between a Jinshi and a Jinshi is that they will be promoted more slowly. Basically, those above the fourth rank are Jinshi from two lists. Also, their starting point is slightly lower, so it is difficult for them to be directly assigned to the six ministries in Kyoto.
But after all, there are very few people who can be directly assigned to the six departments, and generally they have to have a strong background.
He looked at the guards on both sides, the soldiers in front who were holding his horse, and the three hundred musicians walking in front.
This scene is really too big.
The runner-up and third place winners were one step behind him on both sides.
Hu Tongle said with a smile: "Brother Wan, don't let all the little girls look at our handsome top scholar and throw purses and flowers at him. When you go home, your sister-in-law will punish you to kneel on the floor."
Hu Tongle’s eldest sister is Changqing’s wife, so they are relatives.
Gong Jun followed suit.
Ping An smiled and said, "I have practiced martial arts for more than ten years. You should think about how to protect your own knees."
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