Nightwatcher

"Guess the question?"

Xu Erlang asked back in confusion, but he was very smart and immediately understood what Xu Qi'an meant.

Unhurriedly pouring a cup of hot water for the eldest brother, and putting on a coat for himself, Xu Xinian sat on the chair and said, "No need, several great scholars in the academy have already helped us to bet on the questions."

After the establishment of the Guozijian, the thoughts of the students were imprisoned in the Four Books and Five Classics, and they no longer had the spirit of their predecessors. One of the sequelae was the lack of poetry.

But there is also an advantage, that is, it is easier to bet.

The so-called betting on questions is actually the same operation as Xu Qi'an's teacher in his previous life tapping the blackboard to draw key points. Due to the limited scope and answering methods, the imperial examination papers can be "predicted" to a certain extent.

In addition to betting questions, there is also a show operation - buying questions.

And the more coquettish operation than buying questions is "default".

The so-called internal appointment, this type of people can pass the test smoothly and become a tribute even if they write nonsense.

The specific operation is to bribe the examiner, and discuss in advance how to match the "password", such as "old" at the end of the first line, "iron" at the end of the second line, and "666" at the end of the fourth, fifth and sixth lines.

When the examiner saw it, he knew it was one of his own.

Blurring names and copying cannot prevent such cheating methods.

Xu Qi'an heard about these coquettish operations from Wei Yuan, and after listening to them, he felt that the wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated.

It's a pity that the behavior of buying off the examiner is not considered. Xu Xinian is a student of Yunlu Academy, and he is destined to miss the number one, second place, third place, and even the top one may not be possible.

Before meeting Zhong Li, Xu Qi'an only thought about how to help Erlang make a cheat sheet and hide it from the invigilator. After racking my brains, I came up with a way to copy the article somewhere.

The inspiration for this method comes from sand sculpture netizens in previous lives. I remember someone bragging about himself on the Internet, saying that his girlfriend saw two words engraved on his penis: Junchou.

Asked what these two words mean, the sand sculpture netizen smiled faintly, sinking into his dantian, and holding his pillar up to the sky. It turned out to be: Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky to dissolve the eternal sorrow with you.

Although it is unreliable bragging, Xu Qi'an has a sense of substitution. These are not important, what is important is that Erlang can do the above operations.

He only needs to use his level of self-cultivation, say: My Diaochan, and then he can write a short composition of 500 characters on it.

The examiner will never find out.

But with Erlang's arrogance, Xu Qi'an, who wouldn't do that even if killed, nodded slowly, "What about the poems?"

Xu Nian frowned and replied: "I don't think about poetry, I'm not good at poetry."

His preparation for the exam focused on policy questions and scriptures, and of course, other students did the same. Poetry is something that can only be said to follow the fate.

"Be prepared, the elder brother came here just to guess the poem." Xu Qi'an said.

"Then what is the big brother going to guess?"

"Draw lots." Xu Qi'an smiled mysteriously.

"Mom, I want to eat oranges."

From the connected room, Xiao Douding came out wearing loose single clothes.

"What oranges do you want to eat at night? Do you need any teeth? The oranges are in the living room. Go out and get them yourself." My aunt was worried about her son's future.

Xiao Douding went out without saying a word. She finished eating oranges in the corridor outside, and went back to the house to doze off contentedly.

The second uncle and aunt continued to discuss Xu Erlang's future. As they talked, the aunt regretted why she sent Xu New Year to Yunlu Academy in the first place.

Erlang has been a genius since he was a child, and he has a good memory. When Yunlu Academy recruited students, Uncle Xu took his son to Qingyun Mountain for the exam, and he passed the exam.

"It would have been nice if I had sent it to the Imperial College." The aunt said angrily.

"From a woman's point of view, Yunlu Academy is the Confucian orthodoxy." Second Uncle Xu snorted.

Xu Nian cut a piece of rice paper into a dozen small squares, wrote themes such as "Flowers, Birds, Fish and Insects" on them, and then drew them randomly.

"Brother, come here."

Xu Nian felt that his elder brother was messing around, but seeing how enthusiastic he was, it was hard to refuse. I just want to get rid of the annoying big brother quickly so that he can sleep well.

Then I want to see if my elder brother can compose poems on the spot, and he can also pass the eye addiction.

Xu Qi'an closed his eyes and grabbed it casually.

"two?"

Xu Nian found that his eldest brother had grabbed two notes.

"Two are just two, and one more will be used as a spare."

As Xu Qi'an spoke, he unfolded the notes, which were "Yongzhi" and "Patriotic".

Xu New Year looked at his elder brother expectantly.

"Ememememem, I'll think about it, and I'll give it to you tomorrow." Xu Qi'an scratched his head.

Saying goodbye to Xu New Year and returning to his room, Xu Qi'an lit a candle, sat at the table, looked up at the beam, and said:

"Aren't you a prophet, can't you directly predict the topic of Chunwei?"

Lying on the beam was a woman with disheveled hair, wearing a simple linen robe, and replied: "The prophet must know how to keep secrets. I am not a person with great luck. If I leak the questions of the Chunwei exam, I may die tomorrow. "

"I'll protect you. Didn't the supervisor say that I'm a lucky person?" Xu Qi'an urged.

"Since you are a person with great luck, then the topic you draw must be Chunwei's exam." Zhong Li said lightly, "Why should I take risks."

It makes sense Xu Qi'an asked again: "Then why don't you let me guess the policy question and the scriptures?"

"The simpler it is, the easier it is to guess right." Zhong Li said.

Xu Qi'an didn't speak anymore, and thought about the poems he had learned in middle and high school. Even after so many years, some poems are still clearly printed in his mind.

Of course, he can't remember classical Chinese and longer poems, or he can't remember them all. For example, Li Bai's about to drink, he only remembers a few lines of "the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky".

But he probably will never forget a poem like "Spring Dawn" until he dies.

"Yong Zhi is probably the most famous of Cao Cao's Gui Shishou, but considering Emperor Yuan Jing's longing for longevity, writing this poem may be disgusted by Emperor Yuan Jing.

"There are quite a few patriotic poems, but the patriotic poems in my memory were all born when the country was ruined and the family was destroyed. What iron horses and glaciers fall into a dream, what country is broken and mountains and rivers exist, and what business women don't know how to hate the country's ruin."

In the middle of the night, when Xu Qi'an was sleeping soundly, he suddenly heard a muffled "plop", followed by the moans of some unlucky woman.

He woke up suddenly, and subconsciously pressed the saber beside the bed.

"Sorry, I fell down." Zhong Li said enduring the pain.

Can this also fall? After all, you are a fifth-grade warlock Xu Qi'an's mouth twitched, and he let out a long breath: "It's okay, is this also part of bad luck?"

"It's not bad. If I wasn't by your side, I'd probably break my leg directly."

The fifth disciple of the supervisor said poignant words in a flat tone: "It's okay, I'm used to it anyway."

After finishing speaking, she silently got up and walked towards the door: "I'll meditate outside, so I won't disturb your sleep."

"" Xu Qi'an watched her leave and closed the door.

He turned over and continued to sleep, but the door opened again and Zhong Li came back.

"Um?"

Xu Qi'an hummed, expressing his confusion and dissatisfaction.

Zhong Li said in a low voice: "I don't know which wicked person threw the orange peels in the corridor. I accidentally stepped on it and fell, and my head was broken. I think it's safer to stay indoors."

Can orange peel be slippery? What a pity Xu Qi'an was full of sympathy.

The next day, it was still dark.

The Xu mansion was brightly lit, and my aunt, with dark circles under her eyes, personally helped Xu Erlang pack up the examination items such as pens, ink, paper and inkstones, as well as the pastries, steamed buns, dried meat, and water eaten in the examination room.

"Mom, you don't need to bring so much food. You only have one exam per day, and you will come out at dusk." Seeing his mother kept stuffing food, Xu Xinian hurriedly stopped her.

There are three examinations, one for one day, and three days between each examination, which lasted nine days.

After getting ready, Xu Pingzhi took his wife, daughter and nephew to send Xu New Year to the Gongyuan.

Xu Qi'an and Xu Pingzhi held the lanterns one after the other. Not long after, the family arrived at the Tribute Courtyard. The outside of the Tribute Courtyard was full of students taking the exam. There were dozens of officers and soldiers on both sides of the street maintaining order and holding torches high.

"Erlang, this is a poem written by elder brother, burn it after reading it." Xu Qi'an handed over two pieces of paper.

Xu Nian took it quietly, unfolded it calmly, read it for a long time, and almost failed to understand the handwriting written by the elder brother, especially the small words, which are unique.

good poem!

But Xu Xinian still admired from the bottom of his heart.

If he can really guess the title, he may shine.

After Xu Nian wrote it down, he tore up the note and was about to say goodbye to his family when he suddenly heard someone chanting the Buddha's name not far away.

Looking back, it was a burly bald man with clasped hands, showing him a secretive smile.

Do I know him? Doubts flashed in Xu New Year's heart, but he politely returned a smile.

The big bald head nodded slightly, turned and left.

Watching Erlang line up to enter the Gongyuan, Auntie and Lingyue proposed to go back to the house to catch up on sleep, Xu Lingyin suggested to go to Guiyue Building for breakfast.

Xu Lingyin's proposal was unanimously ignored by everyone.

Xu Qi'an was thinking about Zhong Li in the mansion, afraid that she would have passed away when he returned later.

When he returned to the mansion, Dongfang was slightly ecstatic.

Xu Qi'an pushed open the door, and saw Zhong Li sitting cross-legged on the ground with disheveled hair, unable to see his facial features clearly.

Why does this woman always have her hair loose, and I don't know how she looks?

"You don't have to hide it, I can introduce you to my family."

"This will bring bad luck to your family. There will be no major troubles, but small troubles will continue." Zhong Li said: "The bad luck will always affect the people around you, and they can avoid it if they don't know about my existence."

Forget it.

It was still far away from Maoshi, Xu Qi'an was about to vomit for a while, but suddenly he felt heart palpitations, it was someone bubbling in the Dishu chat group.

"Can you turn around?" Xu Qi'an asked.

"Okay." Zhong Li turned around obediently, and meditated with his back facing him.

It's inconvenient to have one more person Xu Qi'an took out the fragments of the book, and read the book by the light of the candle.

[Two: I plan to go to the capital. 】

The first to respond to Li Miaozhen turned out to be the seldom ebullient Daoist Jinlian: [Nine: The bandit suppression is over? 】

Is the banditry over? Then Brother Chun and the others should be back, Xu Qi'an was overjoyed.

[Two: Yes, Daoist, number one, you haven't given me the information about the younger generation of Renzong disciples. 】

At the beginning, she exchanged information about the Yunzhou case with No. 1, hoping to get from No. 1 the outstanding disciples of Renzong's generation, but No. 1 was inexplicably silent for a long time.

To this day, the promise is still not fulfilled.

A few minutes later, the letter from No. 1 came over, and the letter came in large sections: [The disciples of Renzong's generation are not strong in cultivation, and the highest "clean dust" is only at the seventh rank, but there is one person, I don't know. I don't know if it counts as the younger generation. 】

[Two: What kind of character, what is the level of cultivation. 】

[One: This person was born as a scholar. He was the No. 1 scholar in the 27th year of Yuanjing. He resigned suddenly in the 29th year of Yuanjing and became a white man. He and Luo Yuheng's elder brother Lingyun Daoist are both teachers and friends, and they have been taught by Lingyun Daoist to teach Renzong swordsmanship and heart sutra.

【This person is extremely talented. After abandoning literature and practicing swords for three years, he stepped into the realm of swordsmanship, and then challenged the golden gong Zhang Kaitai. After a disastrous defeat, he wandered away and was hailed by Wei Yuan as the number one swordsman in the capital.

[He and Daoist Lingyun don't have the name of master and apprentice, but they have the reality of master and apprentice. I don't know if they are considered as disciples of Renzong. 】

Born as a scholar, abandoning literature and cultivating the sword, the number one swordsman in the capital, and a teacher and apprentice with the Taoist priest of Renzong, what's the matter with this strong sense of sight? Xu Qi'an was taken aback for a moment, and after pondering, he thought of a person, but felt that it was too absurd.

at this time

【Four: Heh, I've already returned to Beijing. 】

"Sure enough, it's him. Daoist Jin Lian is going to make trouble. Knowing that the two sects of heaven and man are incompatible, he still wants to drag them into the fragments of the earth book." Xu Qi'an muttered to himself.

Interesting, No. 4 and No. 2 are going to come to the capital to fight, etc. If only Li Miaozhen came to the capital, I am confident that I can handle it. After all, the resurrection from the dead can be explained by the bodiless pill.

Moreover, Li Miaozhen and I have both died socially, so we won't be too entangled with each other.

If number four also comes to the capital

Xu Qi'an's expression changed.

At this moment, No. 5 also erupted: [What a coincidence, I'm going to leave Southern Xinjiang tomorrow to travel in the capital. When I arrive in the capital, let's have a drink together. 】

Xu Qi'an: "???"

What's going on, why is No. 5 also coming to the capital? With No. 5's IQ, No. 4 and No. 2 are definitely worried about her being alone, and it's inevitable that they will have an offline face-to-face interview.

And I am also in the capital, and Li Miaozhen knows my true identity

No, I must let Erlang carry the blame for me.

[One: What are you doing in Beijing on the 5th? 】

[Five: Traveling. 】

Li Miaozhen suppressed her astonishment and added to the topic: [Two: Number five, remember not to reveal that you belong to the Gu clan, Da Fengren hates the Gu clan. The rivers and lakes are dangerous, even if you are framed, if the government knows your identity as a Gu clan, they will probably ignore you.

[And in the eyes of many low-class Jianghu people, it is only natural to take any measures against the Gu people. 】

During the Battle of Shanhaiguan that year, the barbarians in southern Xinjiang and the northern barbarians formed an alliance, and they were in opposing camps with Dafeng. In addition, in these years, the barbarians in southern Xinjiang often harassed the border of Dafeng in order to regain lost land.

The two sides have had a long-standing grudge.

And the Gu tribe in Southern Xinjiang is also within the scope of "Southern Border Barbarians".

Lina thought about it, and felt that she was neither afraid of poison nor force, so there was nothing to be afraid of. But since No. 2 was so eager to remind, she sent a letter of thanks:

[Okay, I will pay attention. 】

Then, Li Miaozhen sent a letter saying: [No. 4, although we are all members of the Tiandihui, the grievances of the sect must be put first. When we meet, I will not show mercy. 】

[Four: Life and death are conceited. 】

Everyone is a group of friends, so there is no need for this. Xu Qi said in peace.

After the group chat ended, Xu Qi'an took back the fragments of the ground book, raised his head, and glanced at Zhong Li who was facing away from him.

Is it the bad luck this woman brought me? I'd better go to the supervisor and return the product.

PS: Up to now, I finally finished writing a chapter. The typo will be corrected tomorrow, sleep first.