If the palace examination questions are set, then Lin Zhao will also choose one from his effective poetry library for free, but it will be different if he doesn't set the questions. Although Lin Zhao doesn't remember a lot of poems, because of this, as long as he has been memorizing until now, all of them are masterpieces that have been passed down through the ages.

Take one song out and the palace examination will be stable.

Thinking of this, Lin Sanlang sat in his position and couldn't help but think in his heart.

When Lin Jian was nineteen years old and Yuezhou was cheering and cheering, many people sighed, because if he could "make more" and win the top scorer, he would be the youngest top scorer since the Great Zhou Dynasty.

If Lin Zhao can win the championship in the palace examination again, he will not only be the youngest Jinshi in the Great Zhou, but also the youngest No. 1 pick in the Great Zhou!

Of course, this situation can only be thought about. Among the twenty people in the same palace, except for the eldest son of Qi and some of the people who took the tribute through means, as long as they are able to sit here, they dare not say that they are talented and at least they are knowledgeable and have no problem.

No matter how amazing the poems in Lin Zhao’s mind are, they are also written by people after all. The ancients in another world can write them, but there is no reason why the tributes in this world cannot write them.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhao began to grind ink while thinking in his heart.

At this time, if Wang Wei's sentence "The palace is opened in the nine heavens, and the clothes and crowns of all nations are worshipped by the crowns and slaughter of the old emperor, it will definitely make the old emperor happy, but these two high-end, elegant and upscale poems are not suitable for use here.

Because...the Great Zhou is no longer a prosperous era now.

This is something that almost everyone recognizes. Since Emperor Ling of the Great Zhou, the country's fortune has declined and the country has almost collapsed. Even with his current talent, he has only slightly regained some declines in the past 30 years, which is far inferior to the Great Zhou in its heyday more than a hundred years ago.

During the reign of Emperor Taizong more than a hundred years ago, there were no so-called governors in the surrounding borders. Even if there were Emperor Taizong's words, these generals in the frontier commanded the army would simply carry a knife and smear their necks and present their heads to the Tai Chi Palace.

During this period, even if you shamelessly write such poems to flatter the emperor, not to mention how the Chang'an court and the later history books would describe Lin Zhao, even Lin Sanlang today felt a little disgusted.

Sitting in his seat, after lifting the pen and thinking for a while, Lin Sanlang began to slowly grind the ink. Not long after, he picked up the pen and started writing on the manuscript paper.

He wrote a total of two or three poems in his remaining sentences, and finally chose one of the three poems and carefully copied it on the test paper provided by Sigongtai.

After Lin Zhao finished copying, he raised his head and looked around. He saw twenty people in the same year. Before he started writing, some of them were closing their eyes and meditating. Some of them had already written the finished product, but were not satisfied. They were staring at the white paper in front of them, lying verbatim.

The palace examination scene was extremely formal. In addition to Wang Han, the Minister of Rites, there were also eunuchs from Sigongtai who were on the scene. Lin Zhao looked around and sat down for half an hour. After he felt bored, he turned his eyes and called a little eunuch, and asked, "This father-in-law, my poem has been written. Can you hand in the paper in advance?"

This official looked about twenty-seven or eight years old. After hearing Lin Zhao's words, he looked at Lin Zhao with some weirdness and said, "We have been participating in the palace examination for two or three years. In previous years, all the scholars in the past were trembling, fearing that there was not enough time. This was the first time I saw someone submitting the paper in advance."

Speaking of this, he looked at Lin Zhao and said, "But since the young master mentioned it, our family will help you ask Eunuch Wei."

After saying that, this young father-in-law shook his waist and walked away, helping Lin Zhao go to inform Wei Zhong.

Because the palace examination was in Ganlu Hall, Wei Zhong was also serving in Ganlu Hall. After only a while, the gray-haired eunuch walked to Lin Zhao. He looked at Lin Zhao with deep bags of eyes, his voice neither cold nor hot.

"There is still one hour to finish the paper. Young people can't wait for such a little time?"

There was a hint of anger in his tone.

Among the people present, no one knew better how Lin Zhao's fame came about than him. In Wei Zhong's opinion, since Lin Zhao got a cheaper job in the back door, he should be honest and low-key, rather than just like now, relying on his own way and doing things arbitrarily.

Lin Zhao smiled helplessly and said, "Eunuch Wei, I have really finished writing it. I have revised it for a long time, but there is nothing to change. In addition, I am a little anxious, so I thought about handing in the paper to make it convenient and convenient..."

...

Hearing this, Wei Zhong's wrinkled face showed some fluctuations. He reached out to take Lin Zhao's test paper from Lin Zhao's desk, and saw that in addition to the title of the poem and the signature of Lin Zhao himself, the whole poem only has four sentences and twenty-eight words.

Although Wei Zhong was not a serious scholar, he had been in the palace for many years and helped the saints handle some political affairs and affairs of the Sigongtai on weekdays. His cultural level was not low. After seeing this poem, he changed a little bit of color. He looked up at Lin Zhao and frowned and said, "Is this poem written by you or by Lin Jijiu?"

"Of course I wrote it."

Lin Zhao smiled bitterly and said, "My seventh uncle has been in Chang'an for many years and does not seem to be famous for his poetry."

Although this sentence is not very nice, it is the truth. Lin Yuanda is good at writing articles and wrote a parallel prose in the palace examination that year, and he was not good at poetry and essays.

Wei Zhong nodded silently, put away the paper, and waved to Lin Zhao: "Okay, our family will hand your paper over to Mr. Wang for review and present it to the saint later."

After saying that, he spoke to the eunuch behind him, "You can take Mr. Lin to the thatched cottage so that he won't run around in the palace."

The eunuch nodded quickly and led Lin Zhao out of the Ganlu Palace for convenience.

The Ganlu Temple is the study of the saints, so they naturally cannot be convenient in the Ganlu Temple.

After the eunuch took Lin Zhao away from Ganlu Hall, Wei Zhong handed Lin Zhao's test paper to Wang Han, the chief examiner of the current subject who was watching, and after confirming that it was correct, he brought the paper to the back hall of Ganlu Hall.

At this time, the old emperor was looking at a book that seemed to be a newly printed one. As the pages were turned, the picture could be vaguely seen. After sensing that Wei Zhong came in, the saint continued to flip the pages, looked up at Wei Zhong with a faint look: "What's wrong? Something happened before?"

"Go back to Your Majesty, nothing happened."

Wei Zhong squeezed a smile on his face and said, "It's just that a tribute handed in the paper in advance. Since Chengping for four years, he is the first person to handed in advance in the palace examination."

After hearing this, the saint closed the unknown book in his hand and asked, "Who is so neglecting my palace examination?"

Wei Zhong smiled bitterly and said, "Lin Zhao, Yuezhou."

The saint frowned and groaned: "This man relied on my holy family and acted recklessly, with a small pattern that could not be used."

Wei Zhong shook his head, held Lin Zhao's test paper in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, this is Lin Sanlang's test paper. If it was written by him, then this person not only did not despise the palace examination, but even had the ambition to be strong."

The old emperor looked at Wei Zhong in surprise, then reached out to take the test paper, expanded it and was stunned.

There are only thirty words on the test paper.

The name of the poem is the word "Xiaosong", and the following are four sentences and twenty-eight characters.

Since I was a child, I was thorny and deep in the grass, but now I gradually felt the weeds.

People at that time did not recognize Lingyun wood, so they waited for Lingyun to begin to have a high path.
Chapter completed!