The eyes from all sides were concentrated on the boy.
The young man did not look randomly. He had only looked at Kang Yunjin before, and at this time he only looked at the person who was talking, and said, "How do you choose the test questions? Everyone knows how can you say such words? Who has the ability to influence Lord Han?"
This is what I waited for, and the man stepped forward: "Who has such ability? Xue Qing, why did you make friends with Xiliang people and Qin Mei before the exam?" He asked without answering, but this question was clearly the answer, who has such ability? Qin Tan Gong.
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"Oh, Qi Niang." Suo Shengxuan, who was standing on the other end of the corridor, heard this and raised his hand to slap Qin Mei, "We have implicated him."
Qin Mei shook her shoulder and shook her hand away, spitted, and said, "It's him who implicated us, this villain."
Suo Shengxuan held the railing with his hand, looked at the boy and said, "It is also a skill to implicate people. Otherwise, others would implicate us." His eyes were bright again, "Can Young Master Qingzi escape unscathed this time?"
Qin Mei hugged her arms and raised her eyebrows and sneered: "The villain never does something that is unsure."
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All scholars can understand the subtle words of scholars, but there are many idle people who don’t understand them and ask noisy questions.
"Who is talking about?"
"Qin Tan Gong, the natives of Xiliang, have a good relationship with Qin Mei, and Qin Mei is Qin Tan Gong's nephew."
"Mr. Qin Tan... Yes, Xue Qing often had fun with people from Xiliang before the exam..."
"Can Duke Qin Tan actually get the test questions?"
"Honor Qin Tan is so arrogant?"
"Can you even have civil officials like Wang Xiangye Chen? "
“It’s so scary.”
The noise in the building became increasingly loud, Kang Yunjin's expression was calm, and a secret joy flashed in his eyes.
"Xue Qing, why do you think you have such close contacts with people from Xiliang?" Several other candidates asked loudly, "Did you forget who forced Mr. Qingxia to death?"
The Ministry of Justice and the Black Armor Guards, all of them knew that they could barely understand making friends with powerful people, but they could only be judged by the thousands of people if they were ungrateful and recognized the thief as their father...
Xue Qing looked at the person who was asking questions at first, and only raised his voice: "Don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing, you have no evidence at all."
Evidence? Evidence needs to be investigated, as long as it can be investigated... the man was so energetic that he took another step. Before he could speak, the boy on him continued to speak.
"...but I have no fraud but there is evidence." Xue Qing said, overshadowing the noise in the hall, it once again clearly entered everyone's ears.
There is no evidence of fraud? The hall suddenly became quiet.
How could there be evidence without fraud? Kang Yunjin frowned, is he talking nonsense?
Xue Qing's voice sounded again.
"What everyone questioned is that I can't do articles that are worthy of being the top one. So please assess and appraise my talent and say I know the test questions first, so please ask you to give me questions on the spot and say that the examiner is favorable to personal gains, so please ask everyone to judge me."
"Do I have real talent and knowledge? If I don't deserve Huiyuan, I'm clearly in the clear world of the world, and this is my evidence."
In public, set questions, discuss answers, and judge.
Is the so-called seven steps a poem?
So bold...
The boy looked down at the stairs and swept through the hall. The colorful silk flowers hanging in the hall cast colorful lights on his face, making him a little dazed.
There was a silence in the hall, and all eyes were concentrated on the boy, who raised his hand.
"Spring dawn, serve the pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Xue Qing said.
"Okay,"
A woman's pretty voice sounded in the quiet Zuixian Tower, and the joy and joy were flying like her turning dress.
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"Talking about the test in public!"
Kang Dai, who rushed to the carriage down the Zuixian Tower, heard the news reported by the people guarding here, and almost fell to the ground with his feet softened, thanks to the servants beside him who were quick to hold on.
"Now, do it right now?" he said, unable to believe it and asked again.
The attendant nodded: "Yes." He added, "And it's unparalleled to be wonderful and good writing."
Kang Dai reached out to support him. This time, it was not that his feet were weak, but that he was knocked down by the people who had run over. People on the street ran around and rushed into the Zuixian Tower, mixed with shouts.
"Come and see."
"That Xue Qing is going to make a fuss in public."
The men, women, young and old were curious and excited, but they were just curious and excited. They didn't understand what it means to write in public. Those who don't know it is difficult. Kang Dai is a scholar, and he understands it after being taken through imperial examination articles.
It may not be difficult to write poems in public, but what Xue Qing said is that writing articles that are worthy of the best judgment of the world will be a waste of life.
Now, the big talk has come to the ground, how to take it back? How to take it back! This Xue Qing! Kang Dai pushed the guard away and rushed into the Zuixian Tower.
Xue Qing!
Chanyi was a little unsteady in the crowd. She looked at the people running by left and right and couldn't help but clench her hands.
Xue Qing wanted to write an essay in public to prove his talent at the top of the list.
She never doubted his talent at the top of the list! She was not worried at all! She just wanted to see him, and at this time, she was shocked by the capital.
She looked at the tall restaurant standing in front of her faintly visible in the sunlight, and once again, men, women, young and old running by her side, all kinds of people, and people would not be discovered when they were mixed in the crowd.
Go and see him! See him with your own eyes! Chanyi let go of her fist and speeded up her pace, mixed in a group of people and squeezed into the Zuixian Tower.
The Zuixian Tower is crowded with people than watching the lights during the Chinese New Year, but it is not noisy, noisy, quiet and like a noisy, noisy and quiet place. New people are accidentally squeezed to make a shout, and the next moment, people around them will stare and boo and warn.
"Don't make a noise!"
"Be quiet in writing!"
The person who was squeezed into it seemed that he had made a big mistake and swallowed the pain and looked forward carefully.
Two partitions were made in the hall with colorful silk ropes, one between the people watching the fun, and the other between the readers. There were two screens on the stage that was originally used to perform singing and dancing.
At this time, there were more than a dozen pieces of paper hanging on a screen. The one in the lead only had one sentence. This was the question, and the remaining dozen were full of words. There was only one question paper on the other screen.
"Is anyone else asking for paper and pen?"
There was a wise guest from the Zuixianlou shuttled through the scholars in the hall, holding paper and pen in his hands to ask.
"The topic of this scene is that my son said to Yan Yuan, "If you use it, you will do it, and if you leave it, you will hide it. Only I and you have the same husband, and I will give the title to Ye Huijun, Zhangzhou."
Since the composition was given in public, Xue Qing also said that he would do better than everyone else's articles, so naturally the scholars present would also compare the compositions. Of course, some of them would actively and dissatisfied with the compositions, some would compare face and passively, and some would hesitate and not know whether to compare...
There were a few cases around the platform, some people were writing quickly, some were thinking, and some people gathered together to whisper and talk.
The cicada stood on tiptoe again, her eyes crossed the people, and looked at the boy, who was standing at the entrance of the second floor stairs, and her every move was clearly visible.
The young man also leaned over and wrote on several desks. Although it was far away, the hall was bright and the cicada could see his side. He was elegant, calm, serious, without frowning or even thinking. He quickly picked up his pen and stood up straight.
"Xue Qing finished answering." Chun Xiao, who was standing quietly beside him, shouting immediately, holding the paper up with both hands.
A Zhike who was waiting beside him reached out to take it and went downstairs. The readers downstairs automatically avoided it. He watched the Zhike walk to the high platform with his text in his hand, stood in front of the second screen, and carefully hung it on the screen, next to the title paper.
"Xue Qing, it's the first one again." The Zhike also stood here, shouting loudly, making a gesture to the side, "Old Han, work."
An old man sitting next to him stood up, twisted his beard and looked at the paper on the screen and said, "The sage should be able to hide it, and wait for the capable to show it in detail. It is not easy to deal with the sage's conduct and hide it. It is not easy to deal with it since Yan Zi took it to him..." (Note)
Shaking your head and shaking your head and shaking up and down, elegant and upright.
"This old man is also a scholar, right? He reads so nicely." The people on the outside were full of admiration. Although they couldn't understand what chanting meant, they all sounded very powerful inexplicably.
Someone sneered: "What scholar? This guy is the accountant of Zuixianlou." He laughed again, "These turtle men in Zuixianlou have a day of writing and writing!"
The old accountants over there became more and more intoxicated, and I don’t know how much I understand... But many of the scholars present understood. Several stopped writing and looked at their articles, with a little anxious expression. Some even shook their heads and sighed, and threw the papers full of them up.
The boy on the stairs over there didn't care about the movements in the hall, so he picked up his pen and looked at it, and said, "Next question."
The scholars in the hall were silent.
The boy's expression was still calm and there was no extra movement, but these three words and the pen that he had not put down were like a powerful general who was yelling and provoking...
Kang Yunjin put down the pen in his hand and looked up and said, "Who is the best of the people?"
Xue Qing nodded from a high position, turned around and stood, dipped ink and lifted the pen, leaned over, his sleeves were tied up, no longer the elegance of the scholars in the past, as if they were working... The pen was smooth.
So fast! It doesn't even need to think! It's terrifying!
The Zhike shouted and reported the title of the third scene, and hurriedly wrote it on it and hung it on the third screen. The screen was empty, and there was only one article on the second screen.
Looking at this scene, Kang Yunjin's hand holding the pen shook unconsciously. He took a deep breath and lowered his head to continue writing.
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"...Is there anyone else who wants pen and ink? Is there anyone who wants pen and ink?"
"...A gentleman is not serious and does not have power, and he is not strong in his studies. He is loyal and trustworthy. He has no friends but is inferior to himself. If he is not as good as himself, he will not be afraid to change his mistakes."
“…Xue Qing’s third question, first…”
"...This article. When a gentleman learns, he must have his own quality and must fulfill his way. The quality is not powerful, and what he learns must not be solid. However, if the Tao is not completed, how can he achieve success?..."
There were more and more noises in the hall, the sound of questions, the inquiries of guests, the sound of old accountants reciting, and more and more people writing and copying on the high platform...
"No, you can't go in casually."
"Our boss said that we should pay for copying Xue Huiyuan's articles..."
"Ah, are you not selling spring on Zuixianlou? Is it too much?"
There were more and more unrelated words in the hall. The quiet that was previously nervous, suffocating and suppressing no longer existed, and was replaced by the pleasant and relaxed atmosphere... But the scholars in the venue did not seem to feel that way, not because of the noise, but because of the young man who always stood on the second floor, turned around, stopped writing, turned around, and wrote again.
"Xue Qing finished answering!"
"Xue Qing, it's the first one again!"
"Old Han, read it quickly!"
"Next question."
The pretty female voice, the guest up and down the stairs, the old accountant recited in a long tone, the young man asked in a calm and simple manner, never stopping for a moment, and it kept repeating and echoing in his ears.
There are more and more screens on the platform, but fewer and fewer articles are hanging on it, and fewer and fewer readers are writing at their desks under the platform.
There was a soft sound beside him, and a Confucian scholar threw down the pen in his hand. The paper with words was covered with stains. He stood aside and reached out to wait for the caller to answer.
"You, can you still make friends?" he said unhappily.
The Confucian scholar said, "I will show off my awesomeness to myself." After that, he raised his sleeves and covered his face and squeezed out of the crowd and left.
Zhike shook his head, and said, "Who else..." He stopped talking again, and there was no one in front of the few cases around him... Oh, he hadn't had enough fun yet, and he looked up and saw that there was another one not far away, but the Confucian scholar had not moved his pen, and there were not many words on the paper.
Wen Si was exhausted and had already written six articles in a row... Even if he tried one, he would only write two articles at most. Kang Yunjin's hand holding the pen was trembling uncontrollably. He turned to look at the screen, and what he did was not as good as Xue Qing.
how so?
He is Xue Qing, Xue Qing, how could this happen!
Kang Yunjin looked up at the second floor. The boy was still writing, his movements and expressions remained as if they were originally, and he kept flowing in his pen...
"Xue Qing finished answering!"
Dingdengdengdengdeng.
"Xue Qing, Chapter 9, First."
"This article says that if a sage has a master in his heart, he will determine that his heart and virtue can be fully... cough cough... give me some water, my throat can't stand it..."
"Next question."
The noise in my ears was once again, Kang Yunjin couldn't hear it, only saw the boy standing with his pen, seeing the empty side of him, and hearing the boy say the three words again, seeing these three words rolling down like huge rocks, the readers standing around the high platform all retreated in a mess, as if they were about to step out and ask questions one step later.
I can't answer the questions, and I can't even answer the questions.
How could it be so...awesome?
Kang Yunjin stood there as if she was like a wooden chicken.
The Confucian scholars in the hall no longer had the previous anger, anger, disdain on their faces, and were replaced by shock, just like when they heard Xue Qing say they wanted to write an essay on the spot to prove it, shocked and unbelievable, but everything that happened at this time was seen by them with their own eyes, and they had to believe that there was such a way to write articles in this world.
"Next question."
When I asked this question for the fourth time, no one responded. Xue Qing lowered his hand and swept his eyes through the hall.
"Is there anyone else who doesn't believe me?"
No one answered, silent, believed or not, no one dared to say it no matter what he thought.
Xue Qing said: "It doesn't matter. Today, I'm too hasty and I'm not happy with the questions I'm going to think of. You can come to me in the future, and you can do it anytime."
In the future, when can I find him and ask questions?
He used to refuse to even write poems. Some candidates from the Imperial College thought that now he actually made such a statement, why is he so arrogant?
"......Because everyone should question my talent, not the fairness of the exam, not the character of the main test, so if you have any questions, please come to me."
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Qin Mei shook her sleeve and spat.
"This treacherous guy," he said, turning around and strode out.
Suo Shengxuan was still full of excitement and excited expression, and looked at Xue Qing with bright eyes, stunned, "Qi Niang, Qi Niang, why don't you look at it?"
"What are you looking at? Is he so proud?" Qin Mei said without looking back.
Suo Shengxuan looked at the boy standing with his hands hanging down on the second floor, then looked at the boy striding and frolicking clothes here, and finally chased after him reluctantly.
"Those articles are so good... I will memorize them all when I want to go back..."
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"...Don't ruin the hard work of more than 300 candidates in this exam. They are innocent until today's study hard."
The boy's voice fell on the second floor, and his hand that was hanging beside him gently shook it behind him.
There was a click.
It was not Xue Qing who threw the pen down, but the pen in Kang Yunjin's hand finally fell down. It was over, he thought.
There was a commotion in the crowd in the hall, and a group of scholars came in.
Sure enough, there is a challenge again? Scholars are so annoying. Chunxiao whispered, no one is as cute as Young Master Qingzi.
A scholar in his forties raised his hand to the boy on the second floor, but turned to face everyone and said, "I am the second place in the exam today. I am willing to accept everyone's doubts. Please give me a question."
What?
The Zuixian Tower is quiet, what does it mean? But I didn’t ask, because there were more people standing next to the scholars.
"I am the fifth in the current subject. If I have any questions about my grades, I would like to prove myself in writing."
"I am the eighth place in the current subject..."
"...I'm the twelfth place... Although I didn't do well in the exam... I'm willing to prove myself..."
Voices were heard one after another in the scene, either young or old or calm or immature. It was not over yet, and there was also a response outside the Zuixian Tower.
"...I'm one hundred and eighty-three...I dare to prove myself..."
"...Haha Brother Fan, what if you prove that you can't compare to me?"
"...I'm afraid you will still beat you one."
"...We can question us, don't question the imperial examination, don't destroy my imperial examination..."
The shouting and laughing sounds were like waves rushing into the Zuixian Tower.
The original scholar in Zuixian Tower looked pale and no longer had the previous anger. Zhu Mingde, who was hiding among them, had already slipped out.
Kang Dai stood in the crowd and felt his body light, like clouds, fog, and dreams.
"Sir, what do you want to say?" the servant beside him asked, "We can scold you while the chaos is in trouble."
say what?
Kang Dai said, "Nothing needs to be said." He shook his sleeves, "What else can I say!"
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Xue Qing turned around, Chunxiao wrapped his hand with a handkerchief, and wiped it gently without pulling out the pen. It was already sore and stiff when he held the pen for so long. The noise in the hall kept stirring up, but it seemed out of reach.
"Xue Qing, what are you thinking at this time?" Chunxiao blinked and held the boy's hand and laughed.
Although he is a scholar, although he is holding a pen, this scene is no less than the heroic generals mentioned on the stage. He holds a sword and kills the enemy, and is a man who can pass by thousands of men.
What do you think?
Xue Qing turned to look at the noisy crowd in the hall, pulled his hand out and raised it.
With a light click, the pen crossed Chunxiao's head and fell on the table, steadily and accurately on the edge of the inkstone.
"I am the protagonist, don't fight me." She said, walking backwards with her hands behind her back, "Chunxiao, have a drink."
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(Note: The author Han Guo, the top scholar in the 12th year of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty.
Chapter completed!