The Master of the Document Hall read through all the words, and there were not many expressions of joy or disgust during the whole process. The candidates could not guess the true thoughts of the Master of the Document Hall, and they were all uneasy.

I was afraid that the bookkeeper would look down upon the lyrics I wrote.

Because the real situation is that until now, they are not sure who the woman in this painting is missing.

They can only think of it as the Master of the Document Hall giving them space to imagine.

After reading all the answer sheets, the Master of the Document Hall did not grade them immediately. Instead, he looked at the scroll with nostalgia and said slowly: "This painting was made by me."

This painting was made by the Master of the Document Hall?

Everyone was shocked and surprised.

Qin Mo's heart moved. He lowered his head to look at the signature of the painting and saw the words Song Mingcheng written under the seal.

The master of the Document Hall is named Song Mingcheng.

Song Mingcheng continued: "The woman in the painting is my wife."

Wife...wife?

Everyone was stunned, and Qin Mo was also stunned.

I thought it was your concubine.

Qin Mo touched his forehead, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out. He was shocked in his heart, and secretly rejoiced that he had written the poem "Die Lian Hua".

Well, it is suitable for both wives and lovers. It can be said to be a model of dual use.

"Back then, in order to win the position of Master of the Document Hall among many of Grandmaster Wen's colleagues, I went to Beijing in person to meet the National Saint, hoping to get married when I came back."

"But time did not wait for me. The demons broke through the extra-dimensional space. Although there were troops and a large number of martial artists to suppress them, in the end, a small group of demons still entered the Golden City."

"The demon is cruel, killing everyone it meets, and eats flesh and bones."

At the end, Song Mingcheng's voice became hoarse: "Although all the demons that broke into Jincheng later were killed, Jincheng also paid the price of 1927 lives of martial artists and ordinary people."

"Among them is my wife, who is not yet married."

In the No. 1 Scholar Hall, upon hearing this, all the candidates fell silent, and some sad girls even lowered their heads and began to sob softly. For a moment, there were cries from all directions.

Zhan Qinghai came to Song Mingcheng and said: "Old Song, let's start the rating."

Zhan Qinghai was surprised. Song Mingcheng was not a person who liked to announce his privacy to the public, so that a talented Master Wen could do this unless he was aroused by good poems and good words.

Qin Mo's quatrains.

Zhan Qinghai quickly figured it out, because the object of Qin Mo's quatrains was Song Mingcheng.

Song Mingcheng glared at Zhan Qinghai, "You are the only one who talks too much."

He lowered his head and looked at the quatrain poem with a golden glow of more than an inch in his hand, and was the first to comment: "The candidate Qin Mo's "Butterfly Loves Flowers" uses emotion to describe love, the words are beautiful, the words are clever, the sentences are elegant, and the meaning is far-reaching.

"

"Your Majesty, Chief."

This time, the candidates in the inner hall were no longer surprised at all, they had already been prepared.

What they care more about is their own ratings.

After all, after the first question is graded, all candidates are limited to a certain range. Those who get a B on the first question will never have the chance to take the Demonic Martial Arts or Imperial Martial Arts exams.

Those who get B will not have the chance to receive admission to the provincial key points.

In the face of their own interests, the news that Qin Mo got the top grade has little to do with them. They only hope that their score on this question can be better. The real fluctuations are Shen Mengsheng, Lin Youyin, Zhang Mingwen and others.

Double quatrains for the imperial examination, double armor.

There is no one left.

Song Mingcheng, the master of the Document Hall, continued to grade, and Zhang Mingwen from No. 2 Middle School got the first grade with his golden sentences.

With Qin Mo's quatrains in front, the reaction of the candidates present was even smaller. Except for Zhang Mingwen himself and his friends, the others didn't look at Zhang Mingwen's position and direction, and just wanted to wait for their own ratings quickly.

Lin Youyin and Shen Mengsheng won the title of First Class from the Master of the Document Hall by virtue of their good sentences.

In addition to the four candidates, there are also five candidates with outstanding talents who also won the first grade with their good sentences.

Half an hour later, Song Mingcheng graded all the candidates' answer sheets. Qin Mo's quatrain poem was folded up and put into the bag together with the scroll. The whole process was so natural, as if the poem itself was placed with the scroll.

Zhan Qinghai was dumbfounded. Is there such an operation?

Qin Mo said helplessly: "Song Examiner, my quatrains?"

Song Mingcheng looked upright and replied without redness or breath: "Although the answer sheet has been graded, I still need to help you take a closer look and find areas for improvement."

Qin Mo rolled his eyes, you writers, did you all learn the techniques of deceiving poems from the same teacher?

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Outside the Zhuangyuan Hall, the scorching sun hung high, like a restless volcano, constantly spitting out flames.

However, among the civil servants and martial artists, the elderly, children, men and women waiting in the square, none of them were in a hurry to leave.

If they can come today, they are naturally well prepared to resist Japan.

"The word for the second question came out."

Just when they were dizzy from being exposed to the sun, a sharp-eyed young man who was fanning himself shouted, and the crowd of people who lowered their heads immediately looked along the red paint wall.

The clerk in charge of delivering the poems opened the paper in his hand and said in a straight tone: "The second question, with an inscription in a painting, contains a golden sentence, written by Zhang Mingsheng, a candidate of the No. 2 Middle School."

Immediately, he read Zhang Mingsheng's golden verses on the spot.

Zhang Mingsheng's golden verses are rich in meaning and convey the feeling of a wanderer missing his family, which is deeply touching and touching the heart.

Some young people who came to Jincheng to study and work away from their hometowns had their eyes moistened after listening to this, and they felt a sense of homesickness.

"I miss my mother, and I miss the braised pork she made." A fat man choked with tears, and was very sad.

The clerk of the Wenshi Palace did not finish his words and continued: "The leader is a quatrain poem written by Qin Mo, an examinee of Anyang Middle School, "Die Lian Hua"."

Without waiting for everyone to be shocked, he continued:

Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is dark and gloomy.

In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, there is no word as to who would lean on the fence.

I want to get drunk with the madness, and sing to the wine, and the strong music is still tasteless.

The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.

After finishing the recitation, the clerk of the Wenshi Palace walked down the city wall without stopping for a moment and without looking back.

It wasn't that he was trying to show off, it was just that there was no curtain on the wall and he couldn't stand the heat.

When everyone in the square listened to "Die Lian Hua", they only felt infinitely sad and cold. This is not a beautiful poem, but a heartbreaking quatrain.

The elderly and children only think this poem is good, but their mood is not affected by the poem.

Most of those affected are young men and women, whether they are single men or women, or couples, all of them are moved by it.

A plump woman burst into tears and murmured in a tone of endless yearning: "'My clothes are getting wider and I will never regret it, but I am haggard because of my beauty.' If there is one person in this life who is willing to do this for me, I, Chen Lian'er,

I will die without regrets."

Beside the woman, the accompanying man quickly put his arm around her waist and promised in an extremely firm tone: "Mei Lian, I will definitely be able to do what is said in the poem, 'The belt will get wider and I will never regret it, for Yi's sake."

It makes people haggard'."
Chapter completed!