Sheng Zhiyao stuck out her tongue, closed her mouth and stopped making any more noise.

Everyone in the hall answered nearly two incense sticks, and finally it was Sheng Hanmo's turn.

Old Marquis Sheng patted Sheng Zhiyao on the head: "Look at your elder brother."

Sheng Zhiyao nodded and looked outside intently.

Sheng Hanmo analyzed the questions in detail, had clear ideas, cited classics and was very literary. Even some classmates next to him couldn't help but praise him.

Seeing this, Mr. Sheng touched his beard with relief, and then looked at the other students.

"Look at those."

Looking in the direction pointed by my grandfather, Sheng Zhiyao found that several of the simple-dressed teenagers were lowering their heads, unlike the ones on the left, and they were obviously poor students.

In this case, why did grandpa ask her to see them? Is there anything wrong with their answer?

Thinking of this, Sheng Zhiyao straightened her ears.

After answering the question, Sheng Hanmo bowed deeply to the emperor.

The emperor waved his hand and signaled him to retreat, and then the poor students came forward to answer questions.

Sheng Zhiyao observed carefully and found that each of them was very concise, but it hit the nail on the head.

However, even so, the candidates with a little prominent family matters were still disdainful and even intentionally interrupted them and asked a bunch of tricky and weird questions.

Those with slightly inferior family backgrounds are more humble and cautious, and their answers are slower, but they answer incisively every time, which attracts others' attention.

Sheng Zhiyao looked thoughtful, and suddenly had an idea and pulled the sleeve of the old Marquis Lusing: "Grandpa, are the students in your court all poor students?"

Mr. Sheng nodded: "You are so smart, and that's true. They are all students who are looked down upon by the nobles in the capital, but I really appreciate them."

"Does my grandfather think poor students are more suitable for officials?"

Mr. Sheng looked at the students and pondered: "No! Those who are dedicated to becoming rich and wealthy are not suitable for being an official, but those who are dedicated to the people, monk Zhou are suitable."

"How do you tell me?"

Mr. Sheng raised his eyebrows: "Follow their attitude to answer questions, of course, they also depend on their mood in the future."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Zhiyao suddenly realized and nodded, "I understand! Maintaining the original intention is the right solution, right?"

"yes."

After the Q&A in front of the hall, the emperor asked the students to wait outside the hall, and the old Marquis Sheng took Zhiyao to the screen.

"I didn't let them succeed this time, otherwise those good seedlings would be wasted!" Old Marquis Sheng said with emotion.

"Yes! I like those kids. Look at their clothes, they must be the best one!"

"Not." Mr. Sheng nodded and agreed, and then asked, "His Majesty has any arrangements for them?"

"Of course, but I have to feel wronged for a while."

Hearing the helplessness in the emperor's tone, Sheng Zhiyao asked curiously: "I'm wronged?"

The emperor smiled and said, "Do you think these poor students really entered the official career just to become officials?"

Sheng Zhiyao frowned: "Or what would they do here? They wouldn't be idle!"

"Of course not."

"Isn't the ten years of hard study just for the sake of nomination for the Golden List?" Sheng Zhiyao looked serious.

The emperor shook his head and laughed: "There are many people who study hard in the hard work, but few are truly able to become officials."

"Well……"

"Do you know what is the difference between a poor family and a family of officials?" the emperor asked with a smile.

Sheng Zhiyao shook her head.

"The poor family is not like the rich family of officials. It takes more effort than ordinary people to climb up. Their background determines that it is extremely difficult for them to go on a career. But this does not mean that the poor students are unwilling to go on a career path.

On the contrary, people from poor families have strong ambitions and ideals in their bones. As long as they have the opportunity, they will strive for success. This time, they will not only show their strength.

Your own talent also proves that poor families are not without a way out.”

"Grandpa Emperor means they just want to change their destiny?"

"Yes, if a poor family wants to go on a career, he needs to obtain enough achievements in exchange for promotion, but this is not easy, especially because they do not have family support. The so-called poor family is actually the poor people who have no backing." ap.

"But even so, if you win these things in the end, it doesn't mean that he can change his destiny." Sheng Zhiyao blinked in confusion, "Just become an official as they wish, but the court will still be filled with those

What's the point of being excluded by a family of officials and even suppressed to be promoted? Maybe he will be an official for a lifetime, but he will only be a ninth-rank sesame official until his death."

The emperor smiled and said, "Silly girl, there is no such thing as changing one's destiny in the world. But in this way, they have the qualifications to enter the court as an official. As for whether they can grow into pillars in the future, only they themselves know.

Now."

"Anyway, I don't think it's very cost-effective. It's better to use this knowledge to do something else, maybe it will become famous."

Although Sheng Zhiyao was persuading the emperor, her tone was full of regrets.

"You!" Old Marquis Sheng smiled and cursed, stretched out his hand and rubbed her furry head. "You are still too tender. There are many things in this world that are more tempting than power, not to mention that everyone is like you

I think if you don’t join the court as an official, your grandfather will die of boredom.”

Sheng Zhiyao blinked and suddenly became blessed to her heart.

"Who is bored? I quarrel with those old people every day, and it depends on who is angry to meet the King of Hell first. How can I be bored?" the emperor said hummingly.

"Well, grandpa, you guys have similar interests. One likes to fight and the other likes to quarrel."

Mr. Sheng laughed: "It's just each other."

"Okay, Sheng Lixin, can you accept those poor students? Let me tell me the correct words."

Mr. Sheng put away his smile and said seriously: "Since Your Majesty has sent them, I will definitely do my best to teach them. As for what they can do in the future, it can only depend on their luck."

"I trust you."

The emperor stood up and said, "It's getting late today, so you can go back first!"

Mr. Sheng nodded: "Then I will say goodbye first."

Seeing the two left, the emperor sighed and called Eunuch Cui: "Gyam the ink."

"Yes, the emperor has already thought about it?"

"Well, you will go and pronounce the imperial edict later, and then privately summon the poor students and let them quietly go to Shenghou Mansion tonight."

Eunuch Cui nodded: "I remember it."
Chapter completed!