(The courses of the Lu Academy in the first week were arranged very well. I deeply understand the spirit of the General Secretary’s literary and artistic symposium. I have been neglected in the update. Please forgive me!)

His hands and feet were not controlled, and his whole body was like a fallen leaf in the cold wind, shaking his chaff, constantly wiggling.

This appearance was soon noticed by the examiner on the seat and signaled a deacon to come and ask.

Chen Sanlang looked ugly and reluctantly replied: "The student might have caught a cold last night and had a chill."

The deacon frowned slightly and went up to report to the examiner.

It is not uncommon for a ill in the examination room. There are some cases in each session. Depending on how the disease is handled, wind and colds are not serious, and they usually do not leave the venue, and the candidates will persevere.

Chen Sanlang sat down, and the feeling of his body being uncontrolled was really uncomfortable. The more serious problem is, how can he write an article in this situation?

I remember that I participated in the boy test before. Because of the horror, my butt started to shake as soon as I got into the seat. I held the pen with my fingers. The tip of the pen dipped ink trembled and swung, and the ink splashed and dripped, defiling the paper - the roll surface could not be kept clean, which was equivalent to being invalid.

Therefore, in a boy exam, Chen Sanlang actually scored zero and became a big laughing stock.

This is caused by a stubborn disease and has nothing to do with talent and articles.

It was not until Xiaolongnu was saved, she was stabbed by the evil sword and accepted the "Haoran Silk Book" that this stubborn disease was cured without any medicine. However, she never expected that the last exam on the road to imperial examinations - the palace examination, would recur.

Chen Sanlang was very thoughtful and thought that it must be because the silk book was surrounded by dragon energy.

The spirit is invisible, and it will move the whole body. Such changes occur in the world in my mind. How can it be calm in a short time and assume that nothing has happened?

Obviously, the horror is one of the sequelae.

Chen Sanlang's abnormality fell in the eyes of the tribute scholars in the same field, and each had his own ideas. Some people felt confused; some people breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the competition for the top scorer, with Chen Sanlang's situation, he almost lost competitiveness, and withdrew from the first-class Jinshi early, it would be nice to be able to get a Jinshi with the same Jinshi.

Ye Outong there was worried. She thought that Chen Sanlang's reactions were quite different from each other, which was not very normal. It was indeed because of illness.

"This disease will not be born late or early, but it will occur at the joint eye..."

He once heard that people have a life of fortune, and the sages said: "Fortune and good fortune depend on each other. If they show it, they will often fall into the trough after the fortune is over, and they will start to have luck...

Chen Sanlang won two yuan in a row, and the sails were smooth. At this time, the fortune was extremely prosperous and irresistible. However, the fortune was ultimately at the end of the end. Once the loss was completed, the fate of a person would turn and all kinds of ups and downs. To put it bluntly, drinking cold water would also cause tooth.

Ye Outong was well-read in poetry and books, and also read miscellaneous books, and knew the mystery. In his opinion, Chen Sanlang came from a poor family, had a very shallow foundation and lacked background. After passing the exam, he neglected interpersonal relationships and violated taboos. Something happened in the palace examination, causing trouble, which was a coincidence.

"Why……"

A low sigh.

In the palace, no matter what Chen Sanlang did, he could not help, so he had to calm down and ponder the palace exam questions.

"…What is the trouble of the matter today?"

The test questions are more than a hundred words long, and they are very casual. They cut out the sentences from the meaning of the scriptures and then form the questions. The previous meanings are all based on the explanation, and the last sentence is the real point of the question.

"What is the trouble of the matter today?"

The questions are asked very much, and they are empty, and there is no designated object. This is the convention for question-making in the palace examination. It will not be directly developed for a specific matter like the current affairs and policy of the provincial examination, so that candidates can express their opinions and express their opinions.

"What is trouble?"

Ye Outong felt savored and fell into deep thought.

The world is so big that the nine states are united together; the current situation is difficult, and internal and external affairs are difficult. Inside, the governors of each state have their own troops and their tails are too big. There are many countries outside who are eyeing each other. They will attack immediately when the dynasty is in a civil turmoil...

These are all major issues, and as for the small ones, there are more. Buying and selling official positions, the taxes are complicated, and the people's hearts are in turmoil...

It's all worrying when you look around.

But because of the many, the choice of entry points is very important. Although the questions are released and you can answer the papers freely in the exam, the results will be very different if you choose differently.

After thinking about the time of incense, Ye Outong made a decision and started with the difficulties of the people. The sages said: The people are the most important. If you start with this topic, as long as you master the standards appropriately, there will be basically no problem in all kinds of developments. It expresses your own opinions directly, and conforms to the rules and does not make any mistakes.

Thinking clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief and raised his pen to dip it ink.

At this time, I couldn't help but look up and look at Chen Sanlang to see if he had improved. But when I saw Chen Sanlang's trembling amplitude, there were signs of intensification.

It seems that it is impossible to be good in a short period of time.

"I just hope he can hold on, at least he can complete this article..."

Although there are few people who fail the palace examination, if you hand in the blank paper, it is hard to say. If you fail to get a fame and fortune, you may also be marked as "disrespectful".

He sighed again, Ye Outong suppressed his distracting thoughts, wrote down his ink, and began to write an article.

Swish swish swish swish!

At this moment, many tribute scholars in the palace had already finished thinking about it, and had already selected the topic to be written and started to draft.

The atmosphere of the palace examination is indeed much looser. The examination hall is a grand hall, spacious and brilliant. Compared with that, the examination number in the provincial examination examination is simply a prison - narrow, dirty, and dark...

More importantly, he can basically put aside the huge mental pressure of failing the exam, and his whole face seems relaxed, and even his literary thoughts become sharper, so he does not use his pen slowly and writes quickly.

In the end, only one person was left without a pen.

Chen Sanlang.

He couldn't lift the pen.

When a person's body shakes like that and his hands bent like chicken feet, how can he lift the pen? Even if he barely twists the pen stem, it will not be able to run steadily and cannot write it into words.

Chen Sanlang knows this feeling very well.

In the past many boy exams, he has experienced the bitter meaning, the meaning of powerlessness and despair for it.

Sometimes, it really makes people want to hit the wall and end everything.

Depressed, despair, humiliation...

Chen Sanlang gritted his teeth and insisted on sitting there, closing his eyes, and trying to calm himself down again and again. He had this confidence that since he could overcome this problem once, he would complete the second time.

I persisted all the way and made up the twists and turns. Finally, I reached today and reached the palace examination. How could I give up easily? How could I just hand over a blank paper and end everything?

In that case, it would be like fate playing a big joke with me, going around a big circle, and finally returning to the starting point.

The examiners on the seat glanced down, and some of them stayed on Chen Sanlang's figure, with a little complicated thoughts. In their opinion, Chen Sanlang, who could not write articles, was so out of place in the hall.

Three hundred tributes are here, and this man is lonely! r1152
Chapter completed!