"Guess the question?"

Xu Erlang asked in confusion, but he was very smart and immediately understood what Xu Qi'an meant.

He poured a cup of hot water for his eldest brother unhurriedly, and put on a coat. Xu New Year sat on a chair and said, "No need, some great scholars from the academy have already passed the exam for us."

After the establishment of the Imperial College, the students' thoughts were imprisoned in the Four Books and Five Classics, and they no longer had the spirit of their predecessors. One of the sequelae was the lack of poetry in Da Feng.

But there is also an advantage, that is, it is easier to answer questions.

The so-called guessing of questions is actually the same operation as Xu Qian's teacher in his previous life hitting the blackboard to mark the key points. Due to the limited scope and answering method, the imperial examination papers can be "predicted" to a certain extent.

In addition to betting on questions, there is also a cool operation - buying questions.

The operation that is more exciting than buying questions is "default decision".

The so-called unofficial decision means that even if their writing is nonsense, they can still successfully pass the test and become Gongshi.

The specific operation is to bribe the examiner and discuss in advance how to use the "secret code". For example, the end of the first line is "老", the end of the second line is "Iron", and the fourth, fifth, and sixth lines are "666".

As soon as the examiner saw it, he knew he was one of his own.

Obfuscation of names and copying cannot prevent such cheating methods.

Xu Qi'an heard these tricks from Wei Yuan. After listening to them, he sighed that the wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated.

It's a pity that the examiner's behavior was not taken into consideration. Xu Xinnian was a student of Yunlu Academy, so he was destined to miss out on the top prize, second place, top prize, or even the top spot.

Before meeting Zhong Li, Xu Qian was only thinking about how to help Erlang make cheat sheets and hide them from the proctors. After racking his brains, he came up with a way, which was to copy the articles on Ding Ding.

This method was inspired by netizens from previous lives. I remember someone bragging about himself on the Internet, saying that a woman saw a "Zhi" engraved on him and suspected that it was the name of his ex-girlfriend.

After the anger sank in the Dantian, and a pillar held up the sky, it turned out to be "************,************".

Although it is an unreliable brag, Xu Qi'an feels very involved... These are not important. What is important is that Erlang can completely perform the above operations.

He only needs to use his cultivation level to say: My Diao Chan... and then he can write a 500-word essay on it.

The examiner will never find out.

But with Erlang's arrogance, he wouldn't do this even if he was killed...Xu Qi'an nodded slowly, "What about the poems?"

Xu New Year frowned and replied: "I don't think about poetry. I'm not good at poetry."

His preparation for the exam focused on policy questions and classic meanings. Of course, other students did the same. Poetry can only be said to be random.

"Be prepared, big brother came here just to guess the poems," Xu Qian said.

"Then what are you going to do, big brother?"

"Draw lots." Xu Qian smiled mysteriously.

........

"Mom, I want to eat oranges."

From the connecting room, Little Douding came out wearing loose single clothes.

"What oranges are you going to eat tonight? Do you still want your teeth? The oranges are in the hall. Go out and get them yourself." The aunt was worried about her son's future.

Little Douding went out without saying a word. She ate oranges in the corridor outside and went back to the house to take a nap.

The second uncle and the aunt continued to discuss Xu Erlang's future. As they talked, the aunt regretted why she had sent Xu Xinnian to Yunlu Academy in the first place.

Erlang has been a genius since he was a child and has a good memory. When Yunlu Academy was enrolling students, Uncle Xu took his son to Qingyun Mountain to take the exam, and he passed the exam immediately.

"It would have been better if he had been sent to the Imperial College." Auntie said angrily.

"From a woman's perspective, Yunlu Academy is the orthodox Confucian school." Second Uncle Xu hummed.

...........

Xu New Year cut a piece of rice paper into a dozen small squares, wrote themes such as "flowers, birds, fish and insects" on them, and then drew them randomly.

"Brother, come on."

Xu New Year thought that the elder brother was joking, but seeing how enthusiastic he was, it was difficult to refuse. He just wanted to get rid of the annoying elder brother quickly so that he could sleep.

Then I want to see if my eldest brother can compose poems on the spot, so that he can satisfy his eye addiction.

Xu Qian closed his eyes and grabbed it casually.

"two?"

Xu New Year found that his elder brother had grabbed two notes.

"Just two, just use the extra one as a spare."

Xu Qian said, unfolding the notes, which read "Yong Zhi" and "Patriot".

Xu New Year looked at his elder brother with some expectation.

"ememememem...I'll think about it carefully and give it to you tomorrow." Xu Qian scratched his head.

After bidding farewell to Xu New Year and returning to his room, Xu Qian lit the candle, sat at the table, raised his head and glanced at the beams, and said:

"Aren't you a prophet? Can't you directly predict the issue of Spring?"

Lying on the beam was a woman with disheveled hair, wearing a simple linen robe, and replied: "Prognosticators must know how to keep secrets. I am not a lucky person. If I leak the Chunwei exam questions, I may die tomorrow."

"

"I will protect you. Didn't Jian Zheng say that I am a lucky person?" Xu Qian encouraged.

"Since you are a person with great luck, the question you draw the lots for must be the Chunwei exam question." Zhong Li said lightly: "Why should I take the risk?"

Makes sense...Xu Qian asked again: "Then why don't you let me guess the meaning of Cewen and Jingyi?"

"The simpler it is, the easier it is to guess correctly," Zhong Li said.

Xu Qi'an didn't speak any more, thinking deeply about the poems he had learned in middle and high school. Even after so many years, some poems were still clearly imprinted in his mind.

Of course, he could not remember classical Chinese texts and longer poems, or he could not remember them all. For example, in Li Bai's general toast, he only remembered a few lines: "The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky."

But he will probably never forget poems like "Spring Dawn" until his death.

"The most famous poem about Yongzhi is probably Cao Cao's Turtle Life, but considering Emperor Yuan Jing's desire for immortality, I am afraid that Emperor Yuan Jing would be disgusted by writing this poem.

“There are quite a few patriotic poems, but the patriotic poems in my memory were all born when the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed. The iron horse fell into the dream, the country was destroyed and the mountains and rivers were still there, the business girl did not know the hatred of the country’s destruction...

..It’s difficult to do.”

In the middle of the night, Xu Qian was sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard a muffled sound, followed by the moans of an unlucky woman.

He suddenly woke up and subconsciously held the saber beside the bed.

"Sorry, I fell..." Zhong Li said, enduring the pain.

Can you fall down? You are a fifth-level warlock after all... Xu Qian's mouth twitched and he let out a long breath: "It's okay, is this also part of the bad luck?"

"This is not bad. If I weren't by your side, I would probably break my leg."

The fifth disciple who was the supervisor said poignant words in a calm tone: "It's okay, I'm used to it anyway."

After saying that, she silently stood up and walked to the door: "I will meditate outside so I won't disturb your sleep."

"..." Xu Qian watched her leave and closed the door.

I turned over and continued to sleep, but the door opened again and Zhong Li came back.

"Um?"

Xu Qi'an hummed, expressing his confusion and dissatisfaction.

Zhong Li said in a low voice: "I don't know some evil person who threw orange peels in the corridor. I accidentally stepped on them and fell and broke my head. I think it is safer to stay in the house."

Can orange peels be slippery? How miserable... Xu Qian was filled with sympathy.

...........

The next day, it was still dark.

Xu's house was brightly lit, and her aunt stared at the dark circles under her eyes. She personally helped Xu Erlang pack up pens, inks, paper, inkstones and other examination items, as well as the pastries, steamed buns, dried meat, and water that were eaten in the examination room.

"Mom, you don't need to bring so much food. You only have one exam for one day and you will come out in the evening." Xu Xinnian saw his mother keep stuffing her with food and quickly stopped her.

There are three exams, one exam takes one day, and each exam is three days apart, lasting nine days.

After getting ready, Xu Pingzhi took his wife, daughter and nephew to send Xu New Year to Gongyuan.

Xu Qian and Xu Pingzhi carried lanterns and walked in tandem. Not long after, the family arrived at the Gongyuan. The outside of the Gongyuan was filled with students taking exams. There were dozens of officers and soldiers on both sides of the street to maintain order and hold high torches.

"Erlang, this is a poem written by my eldest brother. It will be burned after reading it." Xu Qian handed over two pieces of paper.

Xu New Year took it calmly and unfolded it calmly. After reading it for a long time, he almost didn't understand it... The words written by the elder brother, especially the younger one, are unique.

What a poem!

But Xu New Year still sighed in admiration from the bottom of his heart.

If he can really guess the question, he may shine.

After Xu New Year wrote it down, he tore up the note and was about to say goodbye to his family when he suddenly heard someone chanting the Buddha's name not far away.

Looking back, he saw a burly, bald man with his hands clasped together, giving him a secretive smile.
To be continued...