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Autumn, the eighteenth year of Chongsheng's reign.

Yang Kaiji was sitting in the duty room of the Yushitai, with a just-written booklet spread out in front of him.

He read it three times and made five changes. He read it twice and made one change.

Before the ink was dry, he stared at the words and suddenly felt...

There is no soul here.

He wrote the previous excerpts very quickly.

The writing was written like the wind, citing scriptures and references, and it was completed in one go.

Now he writes excerpts, which takes a long time.

It’s not that I can’t write it down, but after I write it down, I always feel like something is wrong.

Not rational enough?

Not good enough in using allusions?

Or is there something wrong with him as a person?

In the first year of Chongsheng, the day he won the first prize.

The royal streets praise officials, but the streets are empty of thousands of people.

He is riding on a horse, wearing a red robe, and his face is like a crown jewel.

Everyone said: "Yang Zhuangyuan's future is limitless."

He felt the same way at that time.

He felt that he was the brightest star in the Chongsheng Dynasty. In the future, he would join the cabinet and worship the prime minister, control military power with civility, and create a perfect and beautiful world where everyone knew about romance.

More than ten years have passed.

The champions of Chunwei came from generation to generation, and the leaders of the August Poetry Society changed one after another.

He is still at the Yushitai, but he is no longer high-spirited.

He only knows that, except for Gu Chen and Pei Zhang, those who used to surround him are no longer here.

The former No. 2 and No. 3 picks are already more dazzling than him.

But he didn't mind anything, because he knew back then that they were talented and learned.

Gu Chen, a wanderer, was much better than him in martial arts and martial arts, and a refugee climbed up to the throne of prince.

As for Pei Zhang, he had never had any skills in arithmetic, deliberation, punishment, money and food.

He entered the center based on his true ability.

However, what about those who were not as good as him back then?

Those in the second and third place, those who were ranked behind him in the imperial examination, those whose names he couldn't even remember.

Those who in his eyes are mere talents and mediocre people.

Some of them have been promoted to the third rank, some have been sent out to become feudal officials, and some have held secrets in the Qianlong Guard.

They lowered their heads in front of him, saying "Brother Yang" and "Brother Boyuan" one after another, and cautiously asked "Brother Yang how he wrote this article."

Now they were standing in the court, on equal terms with him, and some were standing further forward than him.

This made him feel a little jealous.

He frankly admits that he is a villain now, and he will live forever.

He is jealous of those who are not as good as him and are doing better than him.

He resented why he couldn't do it.

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The snow fell silently, covering the entire capital.

Last year, Yang Zhao performed well in the martial arts examination.

Finally, he entered the city patrol camp and received the rank of seventh-grade commander.

Although he is not very prominent, he has taken the first step into joining the army.

That day, he was patrolling the city, and when he came to a small wine shop, he suddenly heard someone inside yelling at the Yang family.

He recognized that voice.

Zheng Lin, a playboy who has always had a rift with the Yang family.

His father, Zheng Wenyuan, was pushed up by Yang Kaiji and fell three levels in a row.

At that time, in the wine shop.

Zheng Lin's words became more and more unpleasant. From Yang Kaiji's official career to the lintel of the Yang family, every word was like a thorn.

He said that his father Yang Kaiji was a useless censor who should have been dismissed from office eight hundred times after leaving the King of Wei.

It was said that his mother Liu Ruolan was a well-known jealous woman in Beijing. She was a mean and ungrateful woman, and even slapped her in the face during her mother-in-law's funeral.

Yang Zhao is young and energetic, how can he endure it?

Immediately, he walked into the wine shop and started a dispute with Zheng Lin.

But he didn't know this was a game.

The room was full of people, waiting for him to come.

Zheng Lin figured out his patrol route, calculated the time accurately, and prepared the poison-quenched knife.

The sword flashed from behind, and Yang Zhao didn't even have time to draw his sword to fight back.

Blood splattered on the spot.

When the comrades from the patrol camp arrived, he was already lying in a pool of blood and his condition was unknown.

Yang Zhao was seriously injured.

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