MTL - Ask Sword-Chapter 65 ranking
Chapter 65 ranking
"Leon?"
South of Daming Palace, Changlefang, is the most famous and highest-ranking restaurant in Chang'an—the Red House of Anguo Temple.
You can see the starry sky, the imperial palace and the lights of thousands of families. The top floor of Chang'an City is covered by the whole floor.
The roof fence, floor, and walls are all made of white sandalwood produced in the island country south of Tianzhu, and they were transported by the fleet across the treacherous ocean.
This kind of white sandalwood has fine texture, and the smell of oil contained in it is fragrant, which can prevent insects and rot.
And on the bases of the animal head statues on the four sides of the fence, there are each affixed with a windproof talisman—this kind of talisman written by a monk in the cloud patrol realm can isolate the strong wind,
Let the distinguished guests on the top floor of the red building not be blown by the cold night wind when watching the night view.
It is a group of noble teenagers who booked the top floor of the Red Building tonight.
"Leon."
Chou Jinghuan, the eldest son of Qiu Wenhan's family, the servant of the Ministry of Officials, turned the jade wine glass in his hand, and said to his companions: "I remember, there is no one named this in the clan, right?"
"No, I've asked someone about it, and it's just a little doctor from Weizhou."
The sixth son of Shi Zhong’s family under the sect, smiled casually: "It’s a pity. If he is really an official family, it will be easier to deal with."
Wuling teenagers from noble backgrounds are chivalrous, dissolute, and have a lot of friends, but this does not mean that they have a good temper.
"He had rescued a military horse in Weizhou, so he could easily call that bay red horse in the daytime. Shiro, you are considered to have been tricked by him."
A young nobleman said in a deep voice, and everyone's eyes turned to the middle of the banquet, the calm and calm Pei Shiro Pei Jing who was drinking silently while leaning against the window sill.
Qiu Jinghuan frowned and said: "Although he is not a son of an official, he cannot be dealt with in our way. But Shiro was cheated, so there is no reason not to pay back the debt."
"Need not."
Pei Jing took a sip of wine and said calmly: "During the school exam, don't make trouble.
What's more, I also played tricks at that time, trying to attract the horse with the trick taught by my horseman.
It's just that the means are not as good as him. "
"But."
The noble boy wanted to argue, but Pei Jing gave him a dull look, and the latter immediately shut his mouth.
"Look, take a longer view."
Pei Jing jumped off the window sill, and said casually: "The gentleman's luster, beheaded for five lifetimes.
In the noble family, only the eldest son can inherit the title of his father, and the other children must find their own way out.
Our group has both the eldest son and the second son.
But even the eldest son of the Xungui family, after inheriting the title, most of them are mediocre and unable to guard the family-are there not many children of Xungui who have to sell their real estate in order to barely maintain the appearance of the nobility?
Only by being admitted to the academy can there be a future.
Otherwise, the richness and romance in front of you are just passing by. "
He glanced at his companions present, and calmly said: "If you want to enter the academy, you can't play your temper and show off your cleverness like before."
"I know Shiro."
A group of young nobles accepted Pei Jing’s teachings honestly,
Qiu Jinghuan smacked his lips and said, "Shiro, you will definitely be able to enter the academy. Didn't the newly promoted Xi Yangyu, the secretary of the academy, say that? Shiro, you have excellent spiritual talent.
In addition to the compulsory subjects in the first exam today, he also took non-compulsory subjects such as mathematics, Yulu, national history, phonology, Danqing, Bingji, chess, engineering, etc.
Every subject is outstanding, comparable to Su Zi two hundred years ago.
The number one in the initial test, retest and even the third test is none other than you. "
Bringing this up, Pei Jing finally showed a faint smile on her face, "Isn't it right to be number one?"
Father is Shangshu Zuo Pushe, Prime Minister of a country,
Mother is the legitimate daughter of a thousand-year-old family.
For Pei Jing, other people's admiration is like a natural thing.
As it should be.
dangdangdangdang—
Twenty-four bells rang throughout the city, and only a "dong" was heard, and the wooden door on the top floor was pushed open heavily.
"Shiro!"
The panting noble boy ran up all the way from downstairs and shouted: "Results! The results of the school's first exam have been posted on Suzaku Gate!"
"So fast?"
Pei Jing raised her eyebrows in surprise, and turned her head to look at the night view of Chang'an outside the railing—a lot of carriages were driving out of the square city and hurried to Zhuquemen.
Obviously, they were the first to receive the news and go to see the preliminary test results.
"Let's go too."
Pei Jing was the first to walk in the front, got off the red building, rode up on the famous horse of Kang Guo, and rushed to Suzaku Gate.
The more you go to Suzaku Gate, the more carriages there will be.
Pei Jing jumped off the horse, threw the reins to a guard, and squeezed into the crowd with her companions.
Candidates, family members, and idlers who watched the excitement blocked the Suzaku Gate at night.
Fortunately, the fox-fur white robe Pei Jing was wearing, as well as her companions and guards, showed her status as a noble boy, and she successfully squeezed into the front row of the crowd.
The eight billboards were filled with lists of 5,000 people, arranged from top to bottom.
Many students were lying in front of the notice board, struggling to find their birthplace and name,
People keep finding their own names, hugging and laughing with their friends, and even weeping with joy,
Some people, after repeatedly looking for the list, pushed away others in despair and walked to the side of the road silently.
Joy and sadness, success and frustration, all because of one list.
Pei Jing directly skipped the last seven billboards and only looked at the first half of the first one.
"The fiftieth place, Luo Zhiyuan of Jizhou, the lower class of Jingjuan, the lower class of poetry, the second class of policy questions, the second class of riding and shooting"
"The forty-ninth place, Yuxuefeng in Kuangzhou, under the first grade of the scriptures, the first grade of the poems, and the first grade of policy questions"
Pei Jing glanced quickly at the top rankings, and the yelling of her companions kept ringing in her ears.
"Found it! Chang'an Qiu Jinghuan! Ranked 510! Congratulations, brother Jinghuan!"
"Haha, we are happy together."
Qiu Jinghuan bowed his hands to his friends proudly, but when he turned around, he saw Pei Jing frowning deeply, squinting at the list.
Qiu Jinghuan followed Pei Jing's gaze, and saw that Pei Jing's name was specially written with a cinnabar pen on the front row of the list.
Chang’an Pei Jing, Jing Juan A, Poetry A, Policy Questions A, Riding and Archery A, mathematics, Yulu, national history, phonology and other subjects other than Bingqi, are all lower or A.
Thirteen first-class subjects!
Such a comprehensive score is extremely rare even in the history of the school—to be able to study extensively and study various subjects in a young age requires not only outstanding talent, but also an excellent and strict tutor.
However.
"Chang'an Pei Jing, third."
Pei Jing's voice is still calm. Only a friend like Qiu Jinghuan who has been with him since childhood can hear the imperceptible emotional fluctuations in the plain voice.
"First, Youzhou, He Fanshuang."
Under the cold moonlight, Pei Jing, who was wearing a fox fur white robe, looked at the two names pressing above her, with deep eyes, and muttered to herself,
"Second, Weizhou, Li Ang."
(end of this chapter)
