Chapter 130 Pen, ink, paper and inkstone, red sleeves add fragrance
Chapter 130 Pen, ink, paper and inkstone, red sleeves add fragrance
Author: Xiaobaibai's
Chapter 130 Pen, ink, paper and inkstone, red sleeves add fragrance
The winner will be qualified to compete for the No. 1 pick?!
Palace exam!
There are only a few places to enter the palace examination every year. Only after passing a series of examinations such as the Child Student Examination, the Scholar Examination, and the Juren Examination can you enter the palace examination.
And what is different from the previous life is that the participants in the various examinations here are not the weak scholars like the previous life.
Just for Confucianism, rituals, music, archery and imperial writings are all tested.
There is also a battle stage.
But in short, being able to conduct the imperial examination means that most people have been screened out.
Just like in his previous life, Lin Ke's tutor took the exam for deputy palace master.
A land is a province.
The competition for taking the palace master exam is very fierce, but if you are qualified to take the palace master exam, you have already surpassed most people.
Therefore, the winner this time will directly have the opportunity to take the palace examination. Regardless of whether he can compete for the top prize in the end, it will be very good even if he enters the palace examination.
"After conveying the Holy Emperor's words, this slave has to say a few words..."
The eunuch lowered his eyes and glanced to the left and right calmly.
Looking at Qi Ye, he just glanced at him lightly, not paying attention to the trace of disgust in Qi Ye's eyes.
But when he glanced at the look in Lin Ke's eyes, his eyes changed slightly.
Moreover, Lin Ke felt as if the eunuch was "watching" him with enlightenment.
"...What I want to say is that the Queen is kind and does not care about the suffering of the people. No one can die in this competition."
As he said that, the eunuch emphasized: "Anyone, even if he is a lowly person."
No one can die?
Lin Ke's heart moved slightly when he heard this, and he replied: "The common people know."
Qi Ye, on the other hand, was extremely indifferent to this and did not answer.
However, the eunuch didn't seem to be dealing with Qi Ye. He said loudly without waiting for Qi Ye's answer: "Then our family announced...the competition will officially begin at this time!"
As soon as this statement came out, countless people in the entire capital let out various cheers and chatter, making it extremely noisy.
The competition has begun!
The opening remarks at the beginning caused a stir.
Now that the official competition has begun, how exciting will it be?
And under the spotlight, the eunuch cleared his throat: "The first competition - Wen!"
"Mr. Qi Ye has decided on the title of the literary competition, 'Poetry', three months ago. Now, it is up to Mr. Lin Ke to decide what kind of poetry the competition will be."
As he spoke, the eunuch looked at Lin Ke, with a smile on his expression that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Compared to what?
Lin Ke smiled when he heard this: "The title of the poem is - Zhi."
"Whether it is a clear ambition, a strong ambition, or an unswerving determination, it is all ambition."
"We can have three poems against three poems, or one poem against one poem, or a hundred poems against a hundred poems, whatever."
After saying that, Lin Ke smiled arrogantly: "I still have many poems that I have not given to my masters. You can compare as many as you want."
"No need." Qi Ye looked indifferent: "Just one song."
A poem determines the outcome!
After Qi Ye finished speaking, he walked towards the north of the center and took out a nine-curved mahogany desk with a wave of his hand.
On it are placed top-quality bamboo fragrant rice paper and a fifth-grade wolf demon tail tip, as well as a white jade Pixiu paperweight and Qianyun silk ink.
"Qing'er, grind the ink!"
Qi Ye spoke softly.
"Yes, Master!" A little maid in light green clothes ran up in small steps and helped Qi Ye grind.
At the same time, two women wearing simple and elegant clothes also walked up.
One person is dressed in red, with a cold and indifferent expression.
One man is dressed in purple, and his expression is as eager as fire.
The woman in red holds an oil lamp in her hand, which contains the blubber oil of the amethyst whale.
She used her inner strength to activate the oil, igniting the blubber oil, and the bright and soft light shone on the square table.
Another woman in purple was holding a round fan and gently fanned Qi Ye.
During this process, the writings on Confucian and Taoist classics on Qi Ye's clothes emitted a faint golden light.
At the same time, the light of the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone complement each other, the red sleeves add fragrance, and the purple clothes fan the wind.
This scene made many people marvel.
For example, some patrol officers were watching from a distance not far away in the sky.
"Treasure, treasure, treasure."
"Beauties, beauties, all beauties."
"I told you not to speak in a human voice!"
"Hey, these few treasures are worth a few months of my salary."
"Who isn't? A few days ago, that little Taoist priest even bought a dragon horse from the riding shop called 'Baoju' worth ten thousand taels of gold! He's very rich!"
"I can't even afford their transportation tools with my lifetime salary combined..."
These people were chatting and sighing one by one.
The same goes for many other places, and everyone is amazed by the "trench" in Qiye.
"My brother Qi Ye is so handsome!"
"What more can I ask for if I have this offspring?"
"Oh, I wish I could replace it!"
"The Qi family has a big business and is really rich!"
"It's just a matter of being in the shadow of my father."
"It's just such a set, you can't get it without a hundred taels, right?"
"You're laughing so hard, one million taels is almost enough!"
Everyone has different opinions on this, but they all think that Qi Ye is very tough.
You know, those things are all treasures!
The treasures that property can buy are also treasures!
Qi Ye picked up the pen with an indifferent expression and dipped it in ink. The next moment, his eyes burst into white light.
Start writing poetry!
When Qi Ye started to prepare, Lin Ke couldn't help being stunned.
The meaning is not pronounced, but written?
He couldn't help but scratch his head.
Not prepared!
Seemingly noticing Lin Ke's confusion, the eunuch spoke softly: "Master Lin Ke, do you need any help from your slave?"
As he spoke, he showed a smile that contained tens of thousands of wrinkles.
Just as Lin Ke was about to answer, a voice came from over there.
"Brother Lin! I'm here!"
Hearing this voice, Lin Ke immediately turned around.
I saw Butcher Zhang and a large group of people walking towards them menacingly, carrying a bunch of things in their hands.
"If you lose, you won't lose. Let's help you!" Butcher Zhang, with his chest hair, armpit hair, belly hair and a big beard, walked over in an upright manner, carrying a dark table on his shoulders.
Walking up to Lin Ke, he put down the dark table with a "pop" sound, and a fishy, stinky smell hit his nostrils.
"This is the table where I chop meat. There are some pig waste and internal organs. Brother Lin, please don't mind." Butcher Zhang said with a serious face:
"I just washed it with the power of Qi and blood, you can write whatever you want!"
"Master Lin Ke, I'm here too! Hehehe~" The matchmaker walked up. The wrinkles on her face when she smiled were like those of a eunuch, but she was powdered: "Come, Master, I'll fan you~"
In front of the public, matchmakers are very careful about their image.
At the same time, Lin Ke noticed that the matchmaker had printed a large set of words on his clothes, such as "Basketball Baby Member Recharge Discount", "Listen to the Goubar, buy five and get three free" and the like.
Very 6.
"Brother Lin, I'll grind the ink for you!" Chen An stood at the table with firm eyes, took out the dusty inkstone, and began to grind the ink.
Although Chen Pingping just got up for a while, he finally lay down.
It is estimated that Chen Pingping's storyteller friend was looking after him.
"I'll add fragrance to your lamp!" Shopkeeper Tong took out an oil lamp with a collection of cheap sesame oil on it, which he picked out by himself.
After all, there are very few lights in the store, and shopkeeper Tong is too stingy.
"Hey, let me fan you!" Bai Zhantang took out the hay fan that he often used in the store, and when he fanned it, a smell of sweat came out.
You can smell that it is filled with the bitter sweat of Bai Zhantang over the years.
"You don't have to be like this."
Lin Ke couldn't laugh or cry.
But he doesn't mind this either.
To write good poetry, it depends on whether you have a good desk, good pen and ink, good paper, etc.?
Of course not!
What do you need to write a good poem?
What is needed is to hang up!
For example, at this time, Lin Ke was ready to cheat.