The examination room in Chunwei is a small dark room in a row, which is called the "challenge". After the students enter, the bugler responsible for supervision will padlock the door, leaving only a small window for delivering the examination papers.

Throughout the day, the students ate, drank, and had their meals in the small dark room.

The candlelight was like a bean, and the small room was filled with dim yellow. Xu Erlang sat at the desk, playing with an inkstone, pouring water into it, and slowly grinding it.

There was still a long time before the exam started, which was enough time for him to calm down and think about something.

Since ancient times, science has focused more on classics and less on poems. In addition, the Da Feng poetry circle has been in decline for a long time. Therefore, this last test is just a formality for most students.

When I was admitted to the hospital just now, the familiar students were laughing and chatting happily. Unlike the previous two games, they looked serious and nervous, as if they were going into battle in armor.

However, others can relax, but Xu Erlang knows that he cannot be careless.

He is a student of Yunlu Academy. According to the attitude of the court officials toward the students of Yunlu Academy, after becoming a Jinshi, they will either be sent to a remote place in a remote country, or they will not be given an official status and hide in the snow.

Xu Erlang has his own ambitions. He doesn't want to be sent to a remote place in a remote country, nor does he want to stay in Beijing and hide in the snow.

"The road ahead is long..." Xu New Year sighed.

At this time, the bugler outside the door knocked on the small window and said angrily: "Master, the paper is here."

Those who participated in the Spring Examination were all Juren, and Juren had the qualifications to be officials. The big soldiers directly called the students in the examination room "Master".

Xu New Year took the paper and spread it out on the table. It was already dark, but the sun had not yet risen.

By the orange candlelight, Xu New Year took a closer look. The title was a sentence from "Cheng Zi·Gangge": "Three armies can seize the commander, but an individual cannot seize the ambition."

Xu Erlang, who had read poetry and books, instantly extracted the core: Yongzhi!

He stared at the exam paper, his expression uncontrollably dull, and his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Brother must have stepped on dog poop before entering my house that day, right?" Xu Erlang murmured.

Can this also be guessed correctly for him?

When it came to drawing lots that day, Xu Erlangquan thought he was dealing with his annoying older brother. Although the questions in the Chunwei exam could be guessed, they were limited to classic meanings and policy theories. After all, there were traces of both.

The title of the poem completely depends on the mood of the examiner. Whatever comes up can be chosen, even if it is named after a roadside wild flower, it is possible.

Can you guess this?!

Unless the eldest brother stepped on dog poop that night, Xu Erlang really couldn't think of any other possibility.

Wait a minute...Xu New Year's expressions of shock, confusion, confusion, etc. all turned into ecstasy and excitement.

Big brother guessed the question right, Big brother guessed the question right!

He suddenly straightened his back and couldn't help but want to roar three times to express his inner excitement at this moment.

"With my eldest brother's poetic talent, since I guessed the test questions correctly, I, Xu Erlang, will be honored in the third performance of the poetry show. I, I may be able to compete for the title of Huiyuan."

Those who win the examination are called "Gong Shi", and the first name of the Gong Shi is "Hui Yuan".

It makes sense for him to think so. First of all, if he can try to hide his name, his identity as a student of Yunlu Academy will not be exposed, so he will not be excluded. Secondly, Xu Xinnian is a natural scholar, a favorite disciple of the great scholar Zhang Shen, and then

Coupled with the bonuses of the Confucian system such as photographic memory and understanding of ideas, his own level far exceeds that of Guozijian students.

Finally, in order to prevent fraud in the imperial examination, Dafeng arranged for three examiners and multiple examiners to take the exam together. The ingredients here are complicated, and the three examiners must be from different parties.

They might even be hostile to each other.

Even if someone can bribe one examiner, it is impossible to bribe the other two.

Therefore, in every session of the examination, there will be a battle between the examiners, and then they will discuss, compromise, and make the final decision.

"If God had not given me a new year, it would have been like a long night."

Even though he was proud of the New Year, there was no one in the house at this moment, and he couldn't control his emotions at all. He danced and smiled like a fool.

If there was a bed, he would roll around on it or writhe like a maggot.

"Big brother is really my lucky star! Calm down, calm down, what is the poem that big brother gave me to chant Zhi..."

Xu Xinyin composed himself and forced himself to calm down.

Fortunately, as an eighth-grade Confucian, he already had a photographic memory, and the poems given by his elder brother were indeed good, so his memory was quite deep and he could recall them quickly.

He dipped his pen in the ink and unfolded the draft paper. Only then did he realize that his hands were still shaking slightly.

"I'm not promising, but I just know how to try. I'm so excited. Dad said that I have the qualifications to be the first assistant."

After joking to himself, Xu New Year felt more relaxed, his hands stopped shaking, and he quickly wrote on the paper:

Gold bottles of wine cost ten thousand coins, and jade dishes cost ten thousand coins.

Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.

If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.

I was fishing on the Bixi River in my spare time, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming of the sun.

The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, and there are many branches, but now I am safe.

There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the clouds and sails are hung directly to help the sea.

(Note from the conscientious author: The poems in the Imperial Examination, also called Fu De poems, are usually five characters, eight rhymes, four rhymes, and six rhymes, rather than seven characters. I will change it for the different world to facilitate the plot. Note again: Anti-collision

Refined!)

After I finished writing the poem, I read it several times to confirm that I had written it correctly, but new doubts arose in my mind.

"What is the Yellow River? What is the Taihang River? I spend my free time fishing on the Bixi River, and suddenly I go on a boat to dream of the sun. Is there any allusion to these two sentences..."

Xu Erlang frowned.

Xu New Year, who has read a lot of poems and books, couldn't find where the Yellow River and Taihang were. According to his understanding of poetry, "I came to fish in the blue stream in my leisure time" and "Suddenly took a boat and dreamed of the sun" should be two.

allusion.

"Brother, it's true that he didn't know how to annotate when he wrote the poem. How can I understand his state of mind when he wrote the poem, and how can I understand his profound intention?"

"The Yellow River and Taihang should be the names of rivers and mountains. This can be replaced. As for the phrases "Come and fish in the blue stream when you are free" and "Suddenly take a boat and dream of the sun", even if there are no allusions, it is not difficult to understand the meaning you want to express.

, it’s not a big problem.”

So, after replacing "Yellow River" and "Taihang", Xu Xinnian wrote to answer the question:

"It's hard to travel when you're rich"

.............

The examiners for this spring examination are Zhao Tingfang, a bachelor of Dongge, Liu Hong, a censor of Youdu, and Qian Qingshu, a bachelor of Wuyingdian.

Unlike the students, the examiner and fellow examiners have not left the Gongyuan since the beginning of the examination. The door is padlocked, and they cannot leave unless they have wings.

In order to prevent collusion between examiners and students to commit fraud, the examiners must wait until the list of Gongshi is confirmed before they can leave the Gongyuan.

Compared with the turmoil during the first two gradings, the attitudes and emotions of the examiners have undergone great changes.

"You don't understand any nonsense. You dare to make a fool of yourself in the exam even if you write a bad poem."

"Using bamboo as a metaphor for people and using it to express aspirations is a good angle, but the use of bamboos as metaphors rather than aspirations is putting the cart before the horse."

"Hey, after reading it for a long time, there is not a single amazing poem."

"Isn't it the same in previous years? I'm used to it."

The marking officers are also called curtain officers. They mark the markings and comment at the same time. At first glance, the atmosphere is full of gunpowder, but it is actually the most relaxed and freehand.

Poems are not taken seriously. Good ones are the icing on the cake, but bad ones don't matter. They are all rubbish anyway. It is rare for students to write poems that are just right. They are not worthy of serious treatment by examiners.

In Beijing, when it comes to poetry, there is one person who cannot be avoided. He is Xu Qi'an, the late night watchman. He is regarded by scholars as the leader of the poetry world, or as the savior of the poetry world.

"Then if Xu Qi'an takes part in the examination, if nothing else, at least this year's examination will produce a poem that will be handed down from generation to generation."

"Who says it isn't? It's a pity that Xu Qian is not a scholar. In the future, history books will record that all the excellent poems and lyrics of Yuan Jingnian came from this person. How can we, scholars, have any dignity?"

Scholars have a very complicated attitude towards Xu Qi'an. They are grateful for his rise and that he has produced so many good poems in the past two hundred years that future generations will not laugh at him.

It is also a pity that he is a martial artist rather than a scholar, because this is also something that will make future generations laugh.

After two hundred years of service, there are thousands of scholars, but not even a single martial artist.

"Thousands of mistakes were made, and they were all Xu Pingzhi's fault."

At this moment, a marking officer unfolded a copied paper. After looking at it carefully for a few seconds, he froze, his body seemed to be petrified, and he remained motionless.

But he kept talking about it over and over again.

After a few minutes of this, the marking officer suddenly stood up, looked around at his colleagues in the room, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Who said that Dafeng scholars can't write good poetry? Who said that? Who said that?"

The marking officers looked over one after another with blank expressions, not knowing why he was so crazy.

The poetry world has been in decline for two hundred years, and contemporary scholars are not good at poetry. These are facts, and there is nothing to dispute.

"Crack!"

The marking officer slapped the paper on the table, his chest heaved, and he said excitedly: "I dare to conclude that once this poem is published, it will be famous all over the world. This year's examination will definitely be recorded by the historian."

A marking officer next to him glanced at him, walked over curiously, picked up the paper, and took a closer look.

Madness seems to be contagious. The marking officer held the paper and trembled with excitement: "What a poem, what a poem, hahaha. Who said that Dafeng scholars can't write good poems? Who said that?"

At this time, the other marking officers realized that a masterpiece had come out, and they swarmed up to pass it on to each other and read it.
To be continued...