Back Off, Let Me Come

"I know, I know naturally." Qi Shan was not surprised by Yu Shi Zhongcheng's reaction, and still smiled slightly, "But it's a pity, it's only a one-time relationship, and I'm afraid Master Tian won't remember it. Eight years ago, Xin Guote tried, Tian Shi happened to be the Zhongzheng officer that time."

eight years ago?

Zhongzheng official?

The two prompts made Yu Shi Zhongcheng react.

I'm a little impressed.

The so-called "special examination" is a special trial and assessment in addition to the normal selection of talents. The Zhongzheng official is the chief examiner, and scholars can use this opportunity to enter the official career.

There are three items in the assessment, family background, character and ability, and the most important literary grade.

The first two determine the lowest line, or the threshold of officialdom, while the last one determines the ceiling that official career can reach.

Yushi Zhongcheng has a good memory.

He has an impression of the scholars selected that time, but he doesn't remember that there is Qishan in it, so Qishan should be one of the unsuccessful ones?

As soon as this guess popped up in his mind, Yu Shi Zhongcheng's face flashed a little unnaturally - he was the Zhongzheng official, and it was really his fault that he missed such a big fish.

But after thinking about it, Xin Guo no longer exists now, and a large number of Xin Guo's old officials have been liquidated and poisoned by Zheng Qiao.

In just a few months, there are countless souls.

It is a good thing that Qi Shan did not become an official.

He patted his son's arm lightly, and the son understood and helped him to stand up. The father and son bowed solemnly to Qishan,

"Ask your benefactor's name."

Pray for kindness one by one.

"My surname is Qi, my first name is Shan, and my character is Liang."

Censor Zhongcheng murmured: "Qi Yuanliang... pray?"

The surname of Qishan was too rare, so he had a vague impression that there was indeed a young scholar named "Qishan" on the roster. He was only sixteen years old at the time, and he was the youngest among the group of scholars.

only--

Censor Zhongcheng lowered his eyelids, and glanced at the Wenxin monogram on Qishan's waist indiscriminately—if I remember correctly, the Wenxin grade of that scholar seems to be——

Before he could find that memory, Qishan had already seen through Yushi Zhongcheng's little tricks and opened his mouth.

"It's the middle and lower ranks of the sixth rank."

Yu Shi Zhongcheng pursed his lips and remained silent. As the clues increased, he gradually remembered some dusty details.

At this time, his son looked at Qishan and then at his father, and interjected: "Six-rank middle school Xiaxin? Why wasn't it recruited?"

Although the middle and lower ranks of the sixth rank belong to the middle and lower ranks, if there is no accident, there is no possibility of climbing to the top of the three gongs and nine high officials in a lifetime, but with real materials, it is not a problem to find a small official.

In the few years before Xin Guo's fall, there was a shortage of talents everywhere, and the standards were not high, so it was impossible not to hire Qishan.

Yu Shi Zhongcheng didn't speak, just squinted, and silently warned his son to keep quiet, but his son trembled from his stare, and shut down the microphone every minute.

After his son was quiet, he asked Qishan for proof.

"Who did the benefactor offend at that time?"

Qishan was banned, and even a small official in a remote place could not be caught. Naturally, it was not just because of the lack of Wenxin grade.

"Well, there is indeed a crime."

Qi Shan's eyes were slightly curved into crescent moons, and he readily admitted.

"Father, who framed the benefactor?"

Yushi Zhongcheng's son has the same temperament as his father, even more straightforward and simple than his father. Hearing that praying for good was punished because he offended someone and missed his official career, he immediately became angry. Unexpectedly, Yu Shi Zhongcheng not only did not answer, but secretly twisted the flesh of his upper arm.

"Daddy—"

"Shut up!" Yu Shi Zhongcheng cast a sidelong glance.

son:"……"

"That person is not considered to be framed, but it is my handle that fell into his hands. At that time, it is better to lose the election than to be threatened by others after becoming an official." Qishan was very open-minded, and there was no obvious emotional ups and downs in his eyes, as if to say something Trifles that have nothing to do with themselves.

"The handle?" The silly son was still upright.

Qishan smiled suddenly: "Well, forged one's background."

The stupid son of the Zhongcheng family: "..."

Yu Shi Zhongcheng, who knew part of the truth: "..."

"False origin" is nothing compared to the real handle. However, the Kingdom of Xin was destroyed, and the "big witch" at that time was nothing. It's just that the lives of their father, son and several relatives and friends were saved by others, so why expose others' faults?

Qi Shan asked, "Does Master Tian know where that person is now?"

Censor Zhongcheng didn't know what to think of, his complexion was gloomy.

"In Xiaocheng..."

"Xiaocheng?"

"He is now the governor of Sibao County, and his county is in Xiaocheng. Geng's soldiers are suppressing the border, and he secretly colluded with Zheng Qiao, cooperating inside and outside, and took down several fortresses in Xin... If it wasn't for this, he would have survived at least five years. A month, maybe I can wait for a turning point..."

Qi Shan said: "It's not surprising to repeat the villain."

"The benefactor asked his whereabouts because he was preparing...to seek revenge?"

At this time, Mr. Shen Xiaolang's hidden unkind voice rolled into his ears: "I am fighting the enemy bravely, are you here to chat about old times?"

Shen Tang was drenched in blood, and came over with the loving mother sword to shake people to dispose of the corpse—to destroy the corpse and eliminate traces, so as not to cause other twists and turns—but he saw Qishan chatting with someone from a distance, and his fist was hardened.

She feels that it is not the "filial sons" who are queuing up to reincarnate, but Qi Yuanliang, who is always on the verge of OB, who needs the education of the loving mother sword most.

Seeing Shen Tang coming back, Qishan's eyes flashed with surprise—he knew that Shen Tang could deal with those ten soldiers, but he didn't expect that she could move so fast even without the blessing of words.

"Naturally, I trust Mr. Shen Xiaolang's ability. Are those mobs your all-in-one enemy?" Facing the accusation, he dismissed it perfunctorily without any sincerity. He looked past Shen Tang and looked behind her, "They are all dead." gone?"

She snorted coldly: "It's all dead."

Cut the weeds and eradicate the roots, leaving no future troubles.

With a flick of Shen Tang's wrist, the blood on the sword was thrown onto the blade of grass along with force, leaving little red marks.

"What about the poisoned ones?"

"A kind-hearted person like me will naturally not let them continue to be tortured by the machine - a sword in the throat and a sword in the heart."

Guaranteed to die no more.

Qishan and Shen Tang asked and answered questions, and paid attention to the rescued prisoners from the corner of their eyes - Yushi Zhongcheng, as the chief of the Yushitai, had a lot of contact with the Gong family of Xin Guo. If Mr. Shen Xiaolang is "Gong Cheng", he shouldn't fail to recognize it.

However, Yu Shi Zhongcheng didn't have the reaction that an acquaintance should have when seeing Shen Tang's face, instead he was a little curious and surprised.

A young man wearing a monogram of Wenxin is more fierce in fighting than a reckless man with a talisman of courage and tiger. It is indeed worthy of curious onlookers.

Pray for kindness and reflect.

Is Shen Tang really not "Gong Cheng"?

As soon as he frowned, Shen Tang guessed what the hell was brewing in his heart, and resisted the urge to roll her eyes—she knew that Qi Shan's previous sentence "I understand", understood the loneliness.

If you have time to think about it, why not help her bury the body.

Who knows——

Qi Shan decisively refused.

The reason is also nonsense.

"I'm timid, I don't want to see a bloody corpse."

Shen Tang: "..."

She could only roll up her sleeves and work on her own. There was no hope of praying for goodness, and even less so for the prisoners who had died half-lived and were still living on her pancakes, green plums, and maltose. While working, Qishan leaned against the tree trunk and hid in the shade to ask her.

"Mr. Shen Xiaolang, are you interested in going to Xiaocheng?"

I moved to a new house today, drank a lot of red wine, got up at three o'clock in the morning, and kept busy until three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and got up to update after taking a nap. My brain still hurts, and I feel that my thoughts are not very smooth. If there is a problem, I will get a full sleep tomorrow and revise it.

Goodnight everybody.