"Know, naturally, know." Qi Shan was not surprised by the reaction of the Censor Zhongcheng, and still smiled slightly, "But it's a pity that he only met one time, so I'm afraid Master Tian won't remember it. Eight years ago, when Xin Guo's special examination, Master Tian happened to be the Zhongzheng official that time."

Eight years ago?

Zhongzheng official?

The two prompts made the Censor Zhongcheng react.

Somewhat impression is.

The so-called "special test" is a special trial assessment in addition to normal talent selection activities. Zhongzheng official is the chief examiner, and scholars can enter the official career through this opportunity.

There are three assessment contents: family background, character and most importantly, literary quality.

The first two items determine the lowest line, or the threshold of the officialdom, and the last item determines the ceiling that can be achieved in the career path.

The Censor Zhongcheng has a good memory.

He had all the impression of the scholars who were selected that time, but he didn't remember that there was a scholar who was selected. So Qi Shan should be one of the unselected members?

As soon as this speculation popped up in his mind, a little unnatural flashed across the face of the Censor Zhongcheng - he actually missed such a big fish by being the Chief Official of the Central Committee.

But then I thought about it, the Xin Kingdom no longer exists, and a large number of old ministers in Xin Kingdom were poisoned by Zheng Qiao's liquidation.

In just a few months, countless evil spirits.

If you are in danger of entering the officialdom, it is a good thing.

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

"Ask the name of the benefactor."

Pray for goodness and return gifts one by one.

"The surname is Qi, the name is Shan, and the name is Yuanliang."

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

Qishan's surname is too rare, and he has a vague impression that there is indeed a young scholar named "Qishan" on the list. He was only sixteen years old at that time, and he was the youngest among those scholars.

only--

The Censor Central Censor lowered his eyelids and swept his eyes to the Wenxin beaut on Qi Shan's waist without any trace. If you remember correctly, the Wenxin rank of the scholar seemed to be-

Before he could find that memory, Qi Shan had seen through the censor Zhongcheng's small movements and spoke actively.

"It's the sixth grade middle and lower."

The Censor Central Committee pursed his lips and said nothing. As the clues increased, he slowly remembered some long-lost details.

At this time, his son looked at Qi Shan and his father, and interrupted: "The sixth grade is the inner thought? Why wasn't he recruited?"

Although the sixth grade middle and lower mind belongs to the middle and lower level, if there is no accident, you will never be able to climb the three dukes and nine ministers in your life, but with real materials, it is still no problem to be a small official.

In the years before the fall of Xin State, there was a shortage of talents everywhere, and the standards were not high, so it was impossible not to hire Qilian.

The Censor Zhongcheng didn't say anything, glanced at him and silently warned his son to silence. His son shook his eyes and closed his wheat in minutes.

Only when his son became quiet did he ask Qi Shan for verification.

"Who did the benefactor offend at that time?"

Qishan was defeated and could not even be reaped from a remote area, so it was not just because of the lack of literary quality.

"Well, I do offend."

Qi Shan's eyes were slightly crescent-shaped, and he admitted it happily.

"Dad, who is framed by his benefactor?"

The son of the Censor Zhongcheng's son is of the same temperament as his father, even more upright and simple than his father. When he heard that Qi Shan was punished for offending people, he immediately became angry. Unexpectedly, the Censor Zhongcheng not only did not answer, but also secretly twisted the flesh on his upper arm.

"Dad——"

"Silence!" The Censor Central Chief glanced at him.

son:"……"

"That person is not framed, but my handle is in his hands. It would be better to lose the election than to become an official or be threatened." Qi Shan was very open-minded, and there was no obvious emotional ups and downs in his eyes, as if he was talking about another trivial matter that had nothing to do with himself.

"Handle?" The silly son was still straightforward.

Qi Shan suddenly laughed: "Well, fake origin."

The stupid son of Zhongcheng's family: "..."

The Censor Zhongcheng, who knew some of the truth: "..."

"Forged origin" is a small witch compared to the real handle. However, Xin Kingdom was destroyed, and the "big witch" at that time was nothing. It was just that their father and son and several relatives and friends were saved by others, so why bother to expose others' shortcomings?

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

The Censor Zhongcheng didn't know what he thought of, his face was dark.

“In Xiaocheng…”

"Xiaocheng?"

"He is now the governor of Sibao County, and his county is in Xiaocheng. The army of Geng Kingdom is approaching. He secretly colluded with Zheng Qiao, working inside and outside to seize several fortresses in Xin Kingdom... If this were not the case, he could last at least five months, and maybe he could wait for a turnaround..."

Qi Shan said: "It is not surprising that villains are repeated."

"The benefactor asked him whereabouts was to be prepared to seek revenge?"

At this time, Shen Xiaolangjun's implicitly unkind voice rolled into his ears: "I'm fighting bravely to fight the enemy, are you chatting here and reminiscing about the past?"

Shen Tang was covered in blood and came over with the sword of a loving mother to shake people to deal with the corpse - destroying the corpse and destroying traces, so as not to cause other twists and turns. As a result, he saw Qi Shan chatting with someone from afar, and his fists became hard.

She felt that what needs the most education of the loving mother sword is not the "filial son" who is queuing up to be reborn, but the Qi Yuanliang who is always obedient.

Seeing Shen Tang come back, a hint of surprise slipped through Qi Shan's eyes - he knew that Shen Tang could deal with the dozen soldiers, but he didn't expect that even without the blessing of the Spirit, she would move so quickly.

"I am naturally trusting Shen Xiaolangjun's ability. Are those mobs your enemies?" Faced with the accusation, he sent it perfunctorily, without any sincerity, and his eyes passed by Shen Tangluo behind her, "Are they all dead?"

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

Cut the weeds and remove roots without leaving any future troubles.

Shen Tang shook his wrist, and the blood on the sword was thrown onto the grass leaves along the force, leaving red marks.

"What about those poisoned?"

"A person as kind as me will naturally not let them continue to be tortured by the opportunity to pull the ball - a sword with the throat and a sword with the heart."

Ensure you can't die again.

Qi Shan and Shen Tang asked and answered questions and used Yu Guang to pay attention to the several prisoners rescued - the Censor Zhongcheng, as the chief censor, had a lot of contact with Gong, a family of Xin. If Shen Xiaolangjun was "Gong Cheng", he shouldn't have been able to recognize him.

However, the Censor Zhongcheng did not respond to Shen Tang's face that his acquaintance should have, and instead he was a little curious and surprised.

A young man wearing a charming charm in his heart is even more fierce than a reckless man with a brave tiger talisman. It is indeed worth curious to watch.

Please reflect on your heart.

Is Shen Tang really not "Gong Cheng"?

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

If you have this time to think about it, it would be better to help her fill the body.

Who knows-

Qi Shan refused decisively.

The reason is nonsense.

"I am timid and can't stand the bloody corpse."

Chen Tang: "..."

She could only roll up her sleeves and work by herself, and Qi Shan couldn't count on her. The prisoners who had left half their lives and still rely on her cakes, green plums, and malt sugar to survive even more. While working, Qi Shan leaned against the trunk of the tree and hid under the shade of the tree to ask her.
Chapter completed!