The Fengtian Hall and the adjacent Wenhua Hall are brightly lit.
Mi Feng and the inspectors took the papers submitted by the tributes and sent them to the Wenhua Hall to be reviewed by seventeen examiners.
There are gradually fewer and fewer candidates in Fengtian Hall. Seeing that it is getting later and later, those candidates who have not yet finished their writing are extremely anxious.
On the dragon chair, Zhu Yunxi, who had been sitting for a whole day, his legs were numb and his back was stiff. He couldn't help but want to move. Generally speaking, he, the emperor, could leave after staying in the examination room for a few hours. But after all, this was his first time since he ascended the throne.
The imperial examination, so he has been sitting there until now.
"Long live my Lord, you haven't eaten all day. Can you please eat some?" The bastard came over and asked softly.
Zhu Yunxi looked at the soup and rice prepared by Guanglu Temple for the candidates in the main hall. No one had touched it. Then he said, "No need for now. I won't starve to death if I don't eat!" Then he asked, "Prince
Woolen cloth!"
"Back to Long Live Lord, after the Crown Prince took a rest, he went to the Supreme Emperor's place!" The bastard said in a low voice, "The Supreme Emperor took the Crown Prince to go fishing!"
"You brat, he knows how to hide!" Zhu Yunxi smiled.
Then he looked at the tributes in the palace who were still busy writing, and said, "Go and light more lights to brighten the hall. Tell the examiners not to rush, let them write slowly, don't rush!"
"Yes!" The bastard replied shamefully.
After a while, several more people handed in papers, and there were only two or three people left in the hall.
But for some unknown reason, among the two or three people, a tribute suddenly spoke in a low voice, "Sir... Your Majesty!"
"What's the matter?" Zhang Xin, the Imperial Attendant, hurried over and looked at the tribute, "What's the matter?"
"Student!" The person who spoke was Han Kezhong, a tribute scholar from Shandong. He lowered his head and said cowardly, "Student, no paper?"
"Huh?" Zhang Xin looked at Han Kezhong's desktop. He had used a thick stack of drafts, and there were large smears and changes on them. Now when he was rewriting the exam papers, there was not enough paper.
"Confused!" Zhang Xin scolded with a straight face, "What did you do earlier?"
"Student!" Han Kezhong was anxious, his words were trembling, and he was almost in tears.
During the imperial examination, a certain number of papers are given to the candidates, because the eight-part essay, whether it is a policy essay, has its own format, and the number of words is limited.
"You are such a childish person." After saying this, Zhang Xin suddenly whispered, bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty!"
Zhu Yunxi just got off the dragon chair and heard their conversation. He came over slowly and said, "No need to be polite!" After saying that, he smiled at Han Kezhong who was stunned and had a look of astonishment on his face. "You don't need to salute either. Sit down and be nice."
Write!"
Immediately, he said to Zhang Xin, "Although there is a quota for paper, it is not a big deal. Give him those test papers and let him write slowly!"
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Han Kezhong burst into tears and wet the test paper.
Zhu Yunxi stepped forward, walked to the side, and took some test papers from the hands of the inspector. The handwriting on them was extremely neat, and the size seemed to be engraved.
"Your Majesty!" Yan Zhen, the censor and censor, saluted directly, "When these tributes hand in their papers, the imperial examination will be over!"
"Yes!" Zhu Yunxi nodded, looked around casually, then landed on Han Kezhong, and said, "Do you know who the tribute is?"
"I looked through the file, and it was a Shandong Juzi, with the surname Han and Kezhong!" Yan Zhen said with a smile, "He is an out-and-out poor student. In their county, there has not been a student who came to Beijing to take the exam in twenty years. Listen.
He said that when he came to Beijing, the local magistrate beat gongs and drums to send him thirty miles away!"
"It's not easy for students from poor families!" Zhu Yunxi sighed slightly.
Although the country has increased investment in education in the north in recent years, the gap is still obvious. The main reason is that the north is all government-run schools, while private schools are popular in the south. The richer the place, the more prosperous private schools are, and they are all taught by famous teachers.
Those famous teachers may not be good at teaching other things, but they are very good at teaching students how to take exams.
Finally, Han Kezhong finished writing the paper and handed it to the examiner.
After bowing and bowing, I exited the main hall and was struck by the wind, only to realize that my back was already cold.
I didn’t know how I would fare in the exam, so I followed the imperial guards out of the imperial city with great anxiety and fear.
It was already dark outside, with some faint lights.
Suddenly, a voice came from the front, "But Brother Han?"
Han Kezhong was shocked when he heard this, "Brother Jiang Xian!"
Not far away, a man came out with a lantern and looked at him with a smile. Who else could it be if it wasn't Jiang Hongye?
"You finally came out!" Jiang Hongye said with a smile.
Han Kezhong bowed his hands and said, "Excuse me for waiting, dear brother!" Then he asked, "How did you do in the exam?"
Jiang Hongye smiled, pointed his finger in the sky, "God knows!" He said, hugging Han Kezhong's shoulders affectionately, "I'm not afraid of your jokes, I was confused when I saw the policy topic. The discussion was careless, and the policy discussion was muddled!"
As he said that, he smiled again and said, "I guess if I can win, it can only be said that God has mercy on me. If I don't win, it is as it should be!"
Han Kezhong was still worried and said with a smile, "You are quite open-minded!"
"What can you do if you can't ignore it? Is this already the case?" Jiang Hongye said with a smile, "The worst thing is to continue taking the exam in the next subject!" He said, looking at Han Kezhong, "Brother Han, there is no need to be anxious, you are ten times better than me in learning, you must be.
middle!"
"It depends on God's will!" Han Kezhong sighed.
"Don't sigh in vain, let's go, let's get drunk and then rest!" Jiang Hongye said with a smile.
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In the Wenhua Hall, under the bright lights, the seventeen marking officers looked at the test papers in their hands in silence. Sometimes they smiled with approval, sometimes they frowned deeply, and sometimes they shook their heads and sighed with regret.
"The writing is beautiful!"
Dai Yi, an attendant at the Hanlin Academy, held the test paper in his hand and laughed, "Up to now, my calligraphy must be the best among all the candidates!"
One sentence aroused everyone's interest and their eyes turned over.
Sure enough, the words on the examination paper were like printed words, with round strokes. What's even more rare is that the words on the entire paper were written in one go. Even the last few lines, the handwriting was still the same, which is commendable.
Looking at the article again, there is nothing wrong with the beginning format, and the article even quotes from classics.
"Hey, look at mine!" Wang Junhua, a bachelor from Zuo Chunfang, smiled bitterly while holding the paper in his hand. "It's just that the handwriting is a little biased. I read it twice. The words are obscure and the sentences don't make sense! I don't know, this is
Where can a person of this caliber come to the palace to take the exam?"
Zhang Xin, the imperial lecturer, looked over and saw that the test paper in the other person's hand did indeed have some irregularities, and the handwriting could only be described as neat, not a good calligraphy.
"Where could it be?" He said with a smile, "Such a talented and learned person, let alone a scholar, is not even a scholar in the Jiangnan area. He must have been taught by a foolish teacher in a remote place!"
"Haha!" After saying this, the marking officers all laughed.
"Don't be ridiculous!" The examiner Liu Sanwu frowned slightly, "Hurry and review it, and then hand it over to Lord Long Live for review after deciding on the ranking!" After saying that, he paused, "This is the first imperial examination after the emperor ascended the throne, so keep your spirits up.
Come!"
As he spoke, he lowered his head and slowly looked at the test paper in his hand.
When I saw a familiar handwriting, I glanced at it a few times and then placed my hand on the left side of the desk.
On his writing desk, the papers he liked were on the left and the papers he didn't like were on the right.
Suddenly, another Hanlin bachelor next to him said, "What kind of stupid paper is this? The format is wrong no matter how hard it is!"
Liu Sanwu stood up and walked over, only to see that the paper was exactly a topic proposed by the emperor.
According to the format, at the beginning of the examination paper, the word "chen dui" should be written in a circle larger than the normal handwriting.
But this examination paper was written directly.
Taking a closer look, the article does not contain any allusions, and it is all country slang. And the further it goes, the more urgent and weak the handwriting becomes.
"There is no need to read these papers again!" Liu Sanwu said, "The format is not right, so what else can we talk about?"
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