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Chapter 57 : Nine Generations, All In
The Examination Hall.
In the spacious grand chamber, candidates sat upright at their individual desks, brows furrowed, staring at the examination papers before them, not daring to start writing.
The imperial examinations were extremely strict. Corrections were not allowed if a mistake was made. An accidental drop of ink could be considered cheating.
One had to ponder repeatedly before putting pen to paper.
And in the "King of the Examination Hall's" seat, the last candidate to arrive had already opened his paper and picked up his brush.
Е nů ṁ а
"The Crown Prince is a good man~"
He was the last to enter the examination hall, yet he was given a decent seat.
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Ming Chen sat at his desk, feeling the gentle breeze blowing in from the door, and smiled lightly.
He knew this must be the work of that Crown Prince.
The all-nighter he pulled to visit the Crown Prince's mansion a few days ago had paid off.
Although the leader was about to enter the ICU, he wasn't in there yet, was he?
Еṅ u m a. і́ d̄
He could still provide him with a lot of help.
Compared to the other overly cautious candidates, his mindset was much more relaxed.
The college entrance examination is a turning point that changes the fate of many, but for many others, it is just a more serious test.
Taking a step back, even if he drew a duck egg on the test paper, the Crown Prince would have a way to fish him out.
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At most, it would just cost something.
...
Е̇ n um a
The Qian Yuan imperial examination was divided into three parts.
The first part tested the Four Books and Five Classics. These were not the same Confucian classics as in Ming Chen's previous life, but they were largely similar. It was the foundational knowledge for the examinations, including etiquette, righteousness, history, and loyalty to the monarch and country... It was the main material for candidates to study and the main content of the children's and provincial examinations. However, after the metropolitan examination, the weight of this section was no longer significant.
The second part was policy analysis. The examiner would provide a piece of factual material, and the candidate would analyze it and provide a policy solution. This part carried a high weight.
The third part was personally set by the Emperor, and he would also personally review it. It carried the largest weight. This test was a policy reform established by Xiao Yu, a way to grasp the power of selecting civil servants as much as possible. As he rarely attended court, this was one of his few busy moments.
A long time ago, there was also a section on poetry, but it had been cut.
The current Emperor believed that there was no connection between being able to write poetry and being a good official; in fact, they were somewhat mutually exclusive.
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Literati used poetry to display their literary talent and express their feelings and ideals. A good poet often needed sky-breaking inspiration and unrestrained romance. This was not compatible with the pragmatic work of being an official.
A good poet would not necessarily become a good official, and a good official only needed a certain level of literary accomplishment; they did not need to write good poetry.
Ming Chen, burdened with a brilliant culture, had missed an opportunity for a subtle, grand display of skill.
He looked at the test paper, picked up his brush, and wrote with a flourish.
The words he had said to Liu Wang earlier were, of course, nonsense. That little brother Liu Wang probably wasn't telling the truth either.
The candidates who could make it here, apart from a few who weren't afraid of death and used connections, were basically masters of the first part of the exam.
W̊е̌b n̊ ӧ v еl Ѐṅŭm а̃
The second and third parts were the real test.
Writing with flowing ease, Ming Chen quickly completed the first two parts.
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And for the final part,
First question:
The rise and fall, glory and disgrace of dynasties, the changing of eras. We ask, is there any law that can make a dynasty last forever?
Second question:
Ѐnů_m̈ а . і̊d̊
Qian Yuan is in crisis today. What is the solution?
Third question:
What outstanding talents does the candidate possess?
It seemed the situation was indeed somewhat urgent. The old emperor was getting anxious, and the questions he asked were quite practical.
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This imperial examination was a test, but it also integrated questions from a job interview.
The old emperor's recruitment had already begun.
Ẃ_е b́ń о́ v е̇ l̆ Ě ń_úm а
Ming Chen propped up his head, quietly looking at the bright, clear sky outside the door.
Under the clear sky was an aging country, an emperor seeking immortality, a short-lived crown prince, a court thick with corruption...
Teetering on the brink of collapse, ready to fall.
Eternal?
After some thought, he picked up his brush, dipped the wolf-hair tip in ink, and let his hand move freely.
Nine generations, all in!
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The sun set in the west, and time passed quickly as the candidates scratched their heads.
"Sir, I have finished answering."
Suddenly, a clear male voice was heard.
...
The Martial Arts Field.
"Clang!"
En̊ u m а
The sound of a sword rang out, a cold light flashed.
Then, the tip of the sword came to rest directly at an officer's throat. In the next moment, it could pierce his neck and take his life.
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The cold-faced youth slowly sheathed his sword and cupped his hands towards the examiner before him.
The examiner's face was also filled with shock, and he unconsciously touched his throat. This young man was truly formidable.
The dynasty had always valued literature over martial arts. In addition, with the current crisis, one could die an aggrieved, frustrated death on the battlefield at any time. The military merits earned might be nullified by a few civil officials' wagging tongues and rumor-mongering.
Therefore, compared to the civil examinations, the number of participants in the military examinations was smaller, and it was much less lively.
W еb̆n̄ó v̈ е̌l Е̊ǹūm̈а
However, this year was perhaps special.
Because a special person had come to the scene.
Ling Yu raised an eyebrow and looked in another direction.
Surrounded by imperial guards, the most noble person in the dynasty sat on the throne, looking down at the candidates in the martial arts field.
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Ling Yu could feel that this monarch, to whom she needed to offer her complete loyalty, was looking at her, his gaze carrying a hint of inquiry and scrutiny.
She knew the reason.
Е́_n ù mа̇
Her master's reputation had given her an unexpected surprise.
This military examination was a test.
As long as she won, she could go to the northern border to realize her ideals.
She didn't know if she could change the course of the war, but she was unwilling to hide here and do nothing.
She had not come seeking wealth, merit, or power. This bustling and prosperous capital was not the place of her desires.
That cruel and magnificent battlefield, that place of bloody slaughter, was her destination.
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The military examination was also divided into three parts:
First, archery and mounted archery. Second, military strategy and formation battles. Third, combat skills and fighting.
The second part carried the most weight.
Ling Yu had already finished the exams, and she knew that among the candidates present, no one could match her.
This was not arrogance, but fact, and confidence.
"Worthy brother, your foolish elder brother is keeping his promise."
Eń ŭ m̀ а̀
She didn't care about the emperor's scrutinizing gaze. She just shifted her line of sight, looked in another direction, lowered her eyes slightly, and murmured softly.
She knew that the person she cared about was in another direction, also doing his utmost to complete this test that would decide their future.
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"I want to drink."
Feng Xiaozhong treated Ling Yu extremely well. The Crown Prince, her future leader, had also left a good impression on her. Her wish now had a possibility of being realized.
But Ling Yu had not been happy these past few days.
For one, this prosperous yet secretly decaying capital disappointed her more and more. As she got a glimpse of the court, she felt like she was stepping into a pre-woven net. Every thread, every hole, was connected to people, suffocating her.
Ẽ.ň.üm а̊.. і d
For another...
She missed Ming Chen.
Without comparison, there is no harm.
She discovered that not everyone could get along with her as harmoniously, as heart-to-heart, as Ming Chen could.
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It turned out that not everyone's words could speak to her heart, not everyone could make her happy, make her laugh out loud.
Her master had told her to befriend loyal and righteous people, but it seemed that loyal and righteous people couldn't be confidants...
Ѐṅ uṁ а . і d́
Regrettably, Lord Feng had never seen the dull older sister's cute smile.
(End of Chapter)
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