Chapter 81: Now that your evil servant has died, you can rest assured and be killed.
As the east grew bright, in the pond in the back garden of the prince's mansion, the small and delicate leaves of the spring lotus lay close to the water surface, and water droplets rolled down on them, making a soft "ding-dong" sound.
The man who was punished to kneel here did not move at all the whole night.
His tall and thin body was bent, and his legs were numb and numb from the knees down.
The amiable lord had his breakfast, played with the thrush for a while, then walked slowly to the agarwood rocking chair and sat down.
"Sir, I have failed to perform my duties well. Please give me another chance." The hook-nosed man spoke in a hoarse and urgent voice, with cold sweat on his forehead.
It is obvious that the candidates selected are those who are diligent and willing to study but not very famous.
For some reason, the cripple from the north had a change of fortune and was noticed by a big shot.
The lord, who was over fifty years old, leaned back on the cushion made of fine silk, half closed his eyes and sighed.
"You wicked servant, you're using my name to deceive people." The Lord shook his head regretfully. "Cheating in the imperial examination is a serious crime. Even if the Lord investigates, I can't protect you."
The hook-nosed man froze instantly.
His already pale face turned even paler, and his lips began to tremble uncontrollably.
His eyes were filled with fear and his fingers were twitching unconsciously.
The Sir is trying to push him out as a scapegoat!
He's finished!
"Master, master, please consider that I have been diligent in my work in the past two terms..." As soon as he said this, he made things even more wrong.
The lord suddenly opened his eyes, and in an instant, a chill flashed across his originally kind face.
Like a beast dormant in the deep winter, it finally reveals its cold and sharp teeth.
"I will take good care of your family, so you can rest assured and be executed."
The Lord fiddled with the jade ring in his hand, his eyes icy cold, as if he were looking at an ant. He raised his hand and waved it lightly, as if brushing off a speck of dust from the corner of his clothes.
The hook-nosed man collapsed completely to the ground.
The emperor may not be unaware of the mastermind behind this, but he is just giving way to each other to save face.
After all, the emperor's throne was not obtained gloriously.
He can help the man who killed his brother and nephew to ascend the throne, and he can also tell the truth and make him step down in disgrace.
"Change your clothes! I need to go to the palace to see the emperor." The duke's sigh drifted away in the wind. "The weather has changed again..."
The continuous rain made it impossible to tell that spring was gone, and the clear sky made it possible to feel the depth of summer. The Lord entered the palace, making the announcement of the imperial examination results at the south wall of the Ministry of Rites uncertain.
The onlookers were like the receding tide, dispersing in waves.
In the end, only a few scattered and persistent people were left, still standing under the scorching sun.
With the implementation of the currency change policy, "Chengshuo Baochao" was printed in large quantities, which directly led to unprecedented severe inflation.
Even the vegetable pancakes in Changxingfang increased in price from three copper coins to five copper coins.
There is no need to mention the inn accommodation.
"Brother Tian, I, your foolish disciple, must return to Yanping." The scholar, unable to afford the high accommodation fee, had to say goodbye to his friend and set off on his journey home.
The scholars looked lonely, but they tried to appear unrestrained at the moment of parting.
"If you have good news, please don't forget to send it to me."
The imperial court only posted a notice saying that the results of this spring examination would be delayed, but it did not say whether the examination would be re-organized or a second imperial examination would be held.
But rice is expensive in Hangzhou and Beijing, and they can't wait.
Faced with difficulties, Guiji Braised Food Shop secretly opened a small kitchen.
"Poor families have rich roads, and all those candidates from Zhenbei who are short of money can just come to the restaurant to eat." Guizhi'er said, "We don't have big fish or meat, but we can fill our stomachs."
The two apprentices were new to cooking and their skills were not yet perfect, so the meals they prepared had some issues.
It can be used to feed the poor candidates.
The girl with ponytail held a knife, her hand trembling slightly.
The blade cut into the meat, making a slight "crunching" sound. The meat shreds varied in width, with the thickest parts being as small wooden sticks and the thinnest as hair.
She overcame her fear and clumsily piled the shredded meat on the chopping board.
The bean sprout boy has experience, so he doesn't have to rush to prepare the fish sauce.
He scooped a spoonful of vinegar into the bowl, and a few drops of vinegar splashed out, filling the air with a sour aroma. He then poured in a little soy sauce, using a fairly precise amount.
Every time he completed a step, he would unconsciously look up and look at Miss Gui.
As their master, Gui Zhier saw that the two were in a state of panic, but did not intervene.
Her black hair was simply tied into a bun. She stood beside him lazily and casually with a mischievous smile on her face.
Every failure is a learning experience. If you want to become a qualified chef, you must go through the trial and error stage.
What's more, these defective dishes have their own place to go.
"I forgot to stir-fry the pickled peppers for today's fish-flavored shredded pork." The bean sprout boy brought out the plate. "The shredded pork was soft and the side dishes weren't refreshing enough."
His face flushed red and he apologized awkwardly.
"The lady said my stir-fried potatoes looked like potato chips." The girl with the ponytail bit her lip and said shyly, "My knife skills are really terrible."
"No, no, it smells so good!"
The hungry students from the Northern Territory wolfed down the food and praised the dishes generously.
Thanks to Miss Gui's generosity, they could occasionally enjoy the sour sweet and sour pork, the mushy shredded pork in Beijing sauce, and the bitter stir-fried beans...
They ignored their usual politeness, their Adam's apples rolled up and down, and their cheeks bulged.
Just to fill the hungry stomach.
After half a meal, a candidate from Linghe County lowered his voice and whispered to a friend from his hometown, "Have you seen the paper?"
"I've seen it." The scholar from the same hometown responded while hurriedly swallowing the food in his mouth.
"I've seen it too." The scholar from the central city came closer.
The three of them discussed it mysteriously, their brows furrowed, their eyes gradually filled with anger.
Although the results of this year's Spring Examination have not been announced, for some reason, the test paper of the youngest child of the Pei family, the chief of the Dali Temple, was leaked.
A piece of paper was swaying gently in the breeze between the branches of the locust tree.
The other paper was on the dock shore, with a big footprint on it.
At the market and in the teahouse, people could often find the Pei family's children's scrolls with salted fish oil stains printed on them from the wall.
"Regardless of whether Pei Mingrui achieved a rank or not, how could he have passed the imperial examination when he wrote such a hollow and boring essay?"
"He even memorized the most basic meaning of the sutra incorrectly. There must be something fishy going on!"
Throughout history, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts, but after everyone's evaluation and discussion, they reached an unprecedented consensus.
This kid from the Pei family must be a idiot who passed the exam by cheating!
Ten years of hard study are no match for the powerful people abusing their power and the rich people pursuing personal gain.
The scholars were full of enthusiasm, but they ran into the reefs of reality before they even set foot on the official career, stirring up waves of unwillingness.
It is difficult for a poor family to produce a noble son. What should they do?
"If morale is low, it's hard to lead the troops." Gui Zhi'er fiddled with the abacus beads, making a clattering sound as she settled accounts that evening. "Money is worthless now."
She picked out the Chengshuo treasure notes with disgust and threw them aside.
Thanks to his excellent cooking skills, Guiji Braised Food Shop's business remains hot, but Guizhier has long seen the crisis hidden behind it.
"If I ever leave Beijing, would you two be willing to accompany me?"
She asked proactively.
As soon as he finished speaking, the bean sprout boy paused in wiping the table. He looked up, his eyes full of surprise, but he didn't hesitate.
"I'm going with the young lady." The young man said in a firm voice.
After the death of the master chef of Cuiyuanlou, he was left alone and had no attachment to Hangzhou or Beijing.
"I'm willing to do that too." The girl with ponytail responded crisply, not wanting to be left behind.
The annual income from the fields in the village was not enough to cover expenses, and taxes and labor service were a heavy burden on their shoulders. The wages she sent home every month helped a lot, so she naturally wanted to follow Miss Gui.
"My dear lady, you have been very kind to me, and besides, it is so much fun to cook at the stove!"
The Daliang Empire is like a rotten wall. Just one more kick and it will collapse.
Guizhier guessed the change in the situation correctly, but guessed the specific reason wrongly.
The chirping of cicadas in early summer is accompanied by a sudden and earth-shattering change.
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