Eyes on all sides were focused on the young man.

The young man didn't look around, he only looked at Kang Yunjin before, but at this time he only looked at the person who spoke, and said: "How the exam questions are chosen, everyone knows, how can you say such a thing, who has such a ability to influence Lord Han." ”

Waiting for this, the man stepped forward: "Who has that ability? Xue Qing, why did you make friends with Xiliang and Qin Mei before the exam?"

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"Oops, Qi Niang. Suo Shengxuan, who was standing at the other end of the corridor, raised his hand and patted Qin Mei when he heard this, "We're getting involved with him." ”

Qin Mei shook off his hand with a shake of her shoulder, snorted, and said, "It's him who is causing us, this villain." ”

Suo Shengxuan held on to the railing, looked at the young man, and said, "It's also a kind of ability to be able to affect people, otherwise we will try to affect others." His eyes lit up again, "Can Young Master Qingzi get out of this time?"

Qin Mei raised her arms and sneered: "Villains never do things that they are not sure of. ”

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Readers can understand the implicit words of readers, but there are many idlers who don't understand and ask noisily.

"Who's talking about?"

"Qin Tan Gong, Xiliang people are good friends with Qin Mei, Qin Mei is Qin Tan Gong's nephew. ”

"Qin Tangong.... Yes, Xue Qing often had fun with Xiliang people before the exam..."

"Can Qin Tangong actually get the exam questions?"

"Qin Tangong is so rampant?"

"Wang Xiangye, Chen Xiangye, can't these civil officials be controlled?"

"It's horrible.."

The hustle and bustle in the building grew, Kang Yunjin's expression was calm, and a secret joy flashed in his eyes.

"Xue Qing, why did you say that you have such close contacts with the people of Xiliang. A few more candidates asked loudly, "Have you forgotten who forced Mr. Qingxia to death?"

The Criminal Department, the Black Armor Guard, these people present all know that they can barely understand it when they make friends with powerful people, but if they are ungrateful, they can only be pointed out by a thousand people.....

Xue Qing's expression was not flustered, he still looked at the person who asked at the beginning, and only raised his voice: "Don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing, you have no evidence at all." ”

Evidence? Evidence is to be checked, as long as it can be checked... The man lifted his spirits and stepped up the stairs again, and before he could speak, the young man on top of him continued to speak.

“.... But I didn't cheat, but I have evidence. Xue Qingdao, overshadowing the noise in the hall, once again clearly entered everyone's ears.

There was no evidence of fraud, and there was a moment of silence in the hall.

How could there be evidence of fraud without fraud? Kang Yunjin frowned, is he talking nonsense?

Xue Qing's voice sounded again.

"What everyone doubts is that I can't make an article worthy of the top of the list, so please assess and identify my talents, and say that I know the exam questions first, then please give me questions on the spot now, saying that the examiner is favoritism, then please all of you come and judge me. ”

"Whether I have real talent or not, when I don't know how to be proficient, under the eyes of everyone, I am clear and true, this is my evidence. ”

In public, questions, answers, and judgments.

The so-called seven steps into poetry?

Be so bold.....

The young man's gaze on the stairs swept over the hall, and the colorful silk flowers hanging in the hall cast a colorful light on his face, making people a little trance.

The hall was silent, and all eyes were focused on the young man, who raised his hand.

"Spring dawn, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are waiting. Xue Qing said.

"Okay,"

The quiet drunken fairy building sounded the woman's delicate voice, and the joy and joy flew like the dress she turned.

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"Discuss the test in public!"

Kang Dai, who hurriedly rushed to the carriage under the drunken immortal building, heard the news reported by the people guarding here, and his feet were weak and he almost fell to his knees, but thanks to the attendants beside him, he quickly held on.

"Now, on the spot, at once?" he said, seemingly incredulous.

The attendant nodded, "Yes." He added, "And there is no one to compare with the wonderful and good writing." ”

Kang Dai stretched out his hand to support him, this time it was not that his feet were weak, but that he was knocked down by people who ran by, and people on the street rushed into the Drunken Immortal Building, mixed with shouts.

"Come and see. ”

"That Xue Qing is going to make a fuss in public. ”

The men, women and children who came in were curious and excited, but they were only curious and excited, they didn't understand what it meant to write in public, and those who didn't know didn't know that it was difficult, Kang Dai was a scholar, and he knew that he had passed the imperial examination all the way.

It may not be as difficult to write a poem in public, but what Xue Qing said is to make the best essay worthy of the judgment of the world, and it will be fatal.

Now that the big words have landed, how can we take them back? How can we take them back! This Xue Qing! Kang Dai pushed away the guards and rushed into the Drunken Immortal Tower.

Xue Qing!

Cicada Yi was a little unsteady in the crowd, looking at the people running left and right, he couldn't help but clench his hands.

Xue Qing wants to write in public to prove that he is the top of the list.

She never doubted his talent at the top of the list! She wasn't worried at all! She just wanted to see him, and at this time, to look at him and shock the capital.

She looked at the tall restaurant standing in front of her, faintly visible in the sunlight, and looked at the people running by again, men, women, and children, all of them, who would not be noticed in the crowd.

Go and see him! See him with your own eyes! Cicada Yi let go of his fist and quickened his pace forward, mixing in a group of people and squeezing into the Drunken Immortal Tower.

The drunken fairy building is crowded with people and is more lively than the New Year's lanterns, but there is no noisy and quiet and it seems to be a no-man's land, and there are new people who are accidentally squeezed into the shouting, and the next moment the people around will stare and shout.

"Don't be noisy!"

"Be quiet!"

The person who was squeezed in felt as if he had made a big mistake swallowed the cry of pain and looked cautiously ahead.

In the hall, two partitions were made with colored silk ropes, one to separate the people watching the excitement, and the other to separate the readers, and there were two screens on the platform in the center that was originally used to perform songs and dances.

At this time, there are more than a dozen pieces of paper hanging on one screen, the first one has only one sentence, which is the question, the remaining dozen sheets are full of words, and there is only one question paper on the other screen for the time being.

"Does anyone else want pen and paper?"

There are intellectuals from the Drunken Immortal Building shuttling among the readers in the hall, holding a pen and paper in their hands to ask.

"The topic of this scene is Yan Yuan said, use it to do it, give it up and hide it, but I have a husband with you, and the author is Ye Huijun of Zhangzhou. ”

Since he wrote the essay in public, Xue Qing said that he would do an essay that was better than everyone else, and naturally the readers present would also compare with the essay, of course, there were those who actively disagreed and compared, there were those who wanted to passively compare with face, and those who hesitated and didn't know whether to compare.....

Around the high platform are a few cases, some people are writing hard, some are contemplating, and some people are gathering together to whisper and discuss.

Cicada Yi tiptoed again, his eyes crossed over these people, and looked at the young man, who was standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor, and his every move was clearly visible.

The young man also leaned over to write in a few cases, although it was far away, the hall was transparent, and the cicada clothes could see his side, delicate, calm, serious, without frowning or even thinking, and soon stood up straight.

Xue Qing finished answering. Chunxiao, who was standing quietly and prettyly on the side, immediately shouted, holding the paper with both hands.

A knowledgeable guest waiting on the side stretched out his hand to take it, and staggered downstairs, and the readers downstairs automatically avoided it, watching the acquaintance walk to the high platform with the text in his hand, standing in front of the second screen, and carefully hanging it on the screen, next to the inscription paper.

"Xue Qing, it's the first one again. There was also a Zhike standing here, shouting loudly, and 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 read: "It is appropriate for the saint to hide, and it is also necessary for the capable to show it slightly." It is not easy to cover the saint's travels, and it is not easy to regulate it, and it can be said from the face of a few people..." (Note)

Shaking his head, shaking his head, and suddenly frustrating elegance and integrity.

"This old man is also a reader, isn't it? The people on the periphery were full of admiration and admiration, although they couldn't understand what it meant, but they all sounded powerful inexplicably.

Someone sneered: "What kind of reader, this guy is the account office of the Drunken Immortal Building." He laughed again, "These turtle men in the Drunken Immortal Building even have a day of dancing and writing!"

The old account room over there is more and more intoxicated, and I don't know how much to read.... However, many of the readers present understood it, a few stopped their pens and looked at their own articles, looking a little anxious, and some of them shook their heads and sighed, and threw up the paper that was full of them.

The young man on the stairs over there didn't pay attention to the movement in the hall, picked up his pen and looked at it, and said, "Next question." ”

There was silence for a moment as the readers in the hall lived.

The young man's voice and expression were still calm, and there were no superfluous movements, but these three words and the pen that had not been put down were like a fierce general with a horizontal knife, roaring and provoking.....

Kang Yunjin put down the pen in his hand, raised his head and said, "The people are enough, which is not enough." ”

Xue Qing nodded condescendingly, turned around and stood still, dipped his ink and lifted his pen, leaning over, his sleeves were already tied, and he did not have the elegance of the sleeves of the previous readers, like a rough man who worked..... Downstroke, smooth.

It's so fast! I don't even have to think about it! It's terrifying!

And the acquaintance over there shouted the title of the third scene, and hurriedly wrote that it was hanging on the third screen, the screen was empty, and there was only one Xue Qing on the second screen.

Looking at this scene, Kang Yunjin's hand holding the pen shook imperceptibly, 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 else who wants pen and ink?"

“... If a gentleman is not important, he is not powerful, he is not solid in learning, the Lord is faithful, and if he has no friends, he is not as good as himself, and he should not be afraid to change. ”

“... Xue Qing's third question, the first.."

“... This article: A gentleman's learning, you have its own quality and must do its best, cover the quality is not majestic, and what you learn must not be solid. But if the road is not finished, how can it be accomplished?...."

There are more and more noisy voices in the hall, the sound of questions, the sound of inquiries from informants, the sound of recitation in the old account room, and the more and more people who are struggling to copy books on the high platform....

"No, you can't just go in. ”

"Our boss said that he would copy Xue Huiyuan's text to get money.."

"Ah, you drunken immortal building don't sell spring, do you sell literature? It's too much. ”

There were more and more irrelevant discourse arguments in the hall, and the previously tense-suffocating silence was gone, replaced by a pleasant and relaxed atmosphere..... But the readers in the audience didn't seem to think so, not because of the noise, but because of the boy who was always standing on the second floor, turning around, stopping his pen, turning around again, and putting down his pen again.

"Xue Qing has finished answering!"

"Xue Qing, it's the first one again!"

"Old Han, read it quickly!"

"Next question. ”

The delicate female voice, the up and down of the stairs, the long-pitched recitation of the old bookkeeper, and the indifferent and simple inquiry of the young man, did not stop for a moment, never stopped, and reverberated in the ears.

There are more and more screens on the high platform, but there are fewer and fewer articles hanging on them, and there are fewer and fewer readers writing at the desk under the high platform.

There was a soft sound around him, and a Confucian scholar threw down the pen in his hand, and the paper full of words was suddenly smudged, and he stood aside and stretched out his hand to wait for the acquaintance.

"You, are you still paying it in?" he said unhappily.

The Confucian said: "The class has an axe and takes its own humiliation." After that, he raised his sleeves to hide his face, and squeezed out of the crowd and left.

Zhike shook his head, not surprised, and said, "Who else..." Oh, he hadn't played enough, and when he raised his eyes, he saw another one not far away, but the Confucian didn't move his pen, and there were not a few words on the paper.

I've run out of essays and have done six articles in a row..... Even if he can try one session, he will only make two pieces at most, Kang Yunjin's hand holding the pen is already shaking uncontrollably, he turned his head to look at the screen, and what he made is not as good as Xue Qing.

How so?

He is Xue Qing, Xue Qing, how could this be!

Kang Yunjin looked up at the second floor, the young man was still writing, his movements and expression had not changed at all as before, and he waved his pen in an endless stream....

"Xue Qing has finished answering!"

Pedal, pedal.

"Xue Qing, Chapter 9, the first. ”

This text says that a saint has a master in his heart, and determines the power of his heart and virtue..... Ahem.... Bring me some water, I can't stand my throat..."

"Next question. ”

The noise in his ears again, Kang Yunjin couldn't hear it, he only saw the young man standing with the pen in his hand, saw the emptiness around him, heard the young man say those three words again, and saw these three words rolling down like a boulder, and the readers standing around the high platform retreated in a chaotic manner, as if they were about to be forced to stand up and ask the question one step later.

I can't answer the question, and I can't even come out of the question.

How could it be... Terrible?

Kang Yunjin stood in place, like a chicken.

And the faces of the Confucian scholars in the hall were no longer indignant and disdainful before, but instead shocked, just like when they heard Xue Qing say that they would write an essay on the spot to prove it, they were shocked and unbelievable, but everything that happened at this time was what they saw with their own eyes, and they had to believe that there was such a way of writing articles in this world.

"Next question. ”

Asked this for the fourth time, but no one responded, Xue Qing lowered his hand and swept his gaze across the hall.

"Does anyone still believe me?"

No one answered, silent, believed or unbelieving, no matter what was in the heart, no one dared to say it.

Xue Qing said: "It doesn't matter, everyone is in a hurry today and the questions you come up with are not interesting, you can come to me in the future, you can do it anytime." ”

In the future, when can you find him and ask questions?

He used to even refuse to compose poems, and some candidates from Guozijian thought that now they would release such words, why are they so arrogant?

“.... Because what everyone should question is my talent, not the fairness of the examination, and not the character of the main exam, so if you have any questions, please come to me. ”

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Qin Mei flicked her sleeves and snorted.

"This treacherous fellow. He said, turning and striding out.

Suo Shengxuan's face was still full of excitement, his eyes were bright and he looked at Xue Qing, and he was stunned: "Qi Niang, Qi Niang, why don't you watch it?"

"What do you see, do you see how proud he is?" Qin Mei didn't reply.

Suo Shengxuan looked at the young man standing with his hands hanging on the second floor, and then looked at the young man with struggling clothes here, and finally reluctantly chased after him.

"Those articles are so good.... I'm going to go back and memorize it..."

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“.... Don't ruin the hard work of more than 300 candidates in this examination, they are innocent after studying hard to this day. ”

The young man's voice on the second floor fell, and the hand hanging by his side was gently flung behind him.

There was a click.

It wasn't Xue Qing who threw the pen down, but the pen in Kang Yunjin's hand finally fell, and it was over, he thought.

There was a commotion in the hall, and a group of readers walked in.

Sure enough, there is another challenge? Reading people are really annoying, Chunxiao pouted, no one is as cute as Young Master Qingzi.

A scholar in his forties, led by a scholar, raised his hand to the young man on the second floor, but turned to face everyone and said, "I am the second place in the examination of this department, I am willing to accept everyone's questions, please ask questions." ”

What the?

There was silence in the Drunken Immortal Building, what did that mean? But he didn't ask, because there were more people standing beside the scholar.

"I am the fifth in this subject, and if there is any doubt about my results, I am willing to prove myself. ”

"I'm the eighth in the current department..."

“... I'm the twelfth.... Although I didn't do well in the exam.... I would like to testify to myself..."

Or young or old or calm or young voices came and went in the field, this is not over, and the sound of Ying Harmony sounded outside the Drunken Immortal Building.

“.... I am 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 of you, but I'm still better than you. ”

“... We can question it, Hugh wants to question the examination, Hugh wants to ruin my imperial examination..."

The shouting and laughter suddenly rushed straight into the drunken immortal building like a tide.

The original scholar in the Drunken Immortal Building looked pale, and he no longer had the previous indignation, and Zhu Mingde, who was mixed in it, had already slipped out.

Standing in the crowd, Kang Dai only felt that his body was light and fluttering, like clouds and mist, like a dream.

"My lord, my lord, what do you want to say?" asked the attendant beside him, "We can take advantage of the chaos to scold." ”

Say what?

Kang Dai said: "Don't say anything. "What else is there to 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, holding the pen for so long was already sore, and the noise in the hall kept rising, but it seemed to be out of reach.

"Xue Qing, what are you thinking at this time?" Chunxiao blinked and held the young man's hand and laughed.

Although he is a scholar, although he holds the pen and writes the words, this scene is not inferior to the heroic generals on the stage.

What do you think?

Xue Qing turned his head to look at the noisy crowd in the hall, withdrew his hand, and raised it.

With a soft click, the pen crossed Chunxiao's head and landed on several cases, and it was set up steadily and accurately by the inkstone.

"I'm the main character, don't fight me. She said, walking back into the corridor with her hands in her hands, "Chunxiao, serve wine." ”

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(Note: The author was the champion of the twelfth year of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty

Five thousand, it's changed, ask for a ticket? Actually, it's not the most exciting chapter I want haha)