After a night's rest, early the next morning, in front of the royal school field of the Principality of Shengquan, a large number of candidates gathered on time. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info Although the number of people here is much smaller than on the first day, without exception, they are all the best among them, and the pressure of this competition has not diminished at all.

The age, strength and appearance were assessed one after another, and everyone was also guessing what the next assessment would be. But the thoughts of the royal family of the Principality of Shengquan are really unpredictable, even if they want to, Ye Wen is still confused by such a strange assessment.

With the gradual arrival of the campaigners, different from yesterday's open-air assessment, today, as soon as Ye Wen arrived, there were special personnel to lead Ye Wen and others to the palace.

After a while, Ye Wen and the others came to a very empty hall, and the only decoration of the hall was the rows of tables and chairs, and the four treasures of the study room were neatly placed on the tables and chairs - paper, ink, pen and inkstone. Seeing this scene, Ye Wen couldn't help but guess, this posture will not conduct a literary examination for them!

And the fact was just as Ye Wen expected, let everyone sit in turn, and an old man with a long beard and a Confucian demeanor appeared in front of everyone.

"Ahem." As soon as he came up, he coughed vigorously twice, successfully attracting everyone's attention, and the great Confucian continued: "The next is the literary examination, there is no limit to poetry and songs, and it is limited to one stick of incense to hand in the papers, in addition, those who can play the piano and caress music can also stand up and go to the next door to take the exam." ”

As soon as these words came out, a sigh immediately sounded in the audience, what kind of joke, in this continent of all nations, this kind of thing has always been taken seriously. If you have time to learn poetry and songs, it is better to practice martial arts directly, and only those who are vassal and elegant will have the energy to study these.

"It's all quiet, there is actually no contradiction between practicing martial arts and learning literature, and the sage classics can educate people's hearts, otherwise no matter how strong they are, they are just the courage of a horseman." seemed to understand what the people in the audience were thinking, and the old man spoke directly.

At the same time, with a wave of the old man's loose sleeves, a long golden incense shot out of his sleeve and was firmly inserted on the giant tripod in the center of the main hall. Moreover, as soon as the incense landed, the old man did not do anything more, and a wisp of green smoke ignited on it.

This kind of hand alone is enough to shut up everyone present, obviously, to be able to represent the Holy Spring Principality as an examiner, whether it is his own cultivation or strength, this old man has the qualifications to be proud of everyone present, and it is undoubtedly a shame to look for trouble here.

"Let's get started! If you don't want to take the test, you can leave the venue on your own. Lighting the incense, the old man immediately officially announced.

In this way, all the people present also had different faces, some people picked up the pen and simply died as a horse doctor; Some people gave up directly and left the examination room lonely; Others plan to try their luck next door and see if they can fish in troubled waters.

For Ye Wen, he doesn't know anything about playing the piano and caressing music, as for this poetry and song, he always read two poetry books when he was young, and now it seems that he can only fight against the water.

Picking up the pen with a headache, watching the long incense burn halfway, Ye Wen still didn't start writing after all. To be honest, he hadn't held a pen for ten years, and even if he was born in a scholarly family, he was only six or seven years old at that time, and he was in the stage of enlightenment.

After more than ten years of putting pen to paper, it is simply difficult for him to suddenly write a poem. Seeing that the long incense was getting shorter and shorter, a layer of fine sweat gradually appeared on Ye Wen's forehead, things had come to this point, and now let him give up, Ye Wen was really unwilling.

Under the bitter suffering, Ye Wen's mind suddenly had a flash of inspiration, although this poem and song is required to be written by himself and not plagiarized, but if the work he plagiarized is not known to anyone, wouldn't it be the same as writing it himself.

Thinking like this, Ye Wen instantly had a plan, although he couldn't write poetry himself, but don't forget that his father Ye Ji was a famous talent in North Vietnam, and his occasional improvisations were not known to outsiders, let alone the Shengquan Principality, which was thousands of miles away.

After recalling it carefully, Ye Wen quickly worked the paper, although he couldn't write poems Ye Wen, but in calligraphy, Ye Wen still had some solid basic skills, although he was not a master of calligraphy, but he would not be exposed as soon as he handed over the volume.

Overnight, such a poem appeared on the snow-white rice paper:

Song of the four seasons

The warbler cries on the shore and the willows make the spring clear and the moon is bright at night.

The fragrant lotus is clear and the water is cool, and the summer is long.

The autumn river Chu Yansu sandbank shallow water flow.

The red furnace penetrates the charcoal, scorching the cold wind, and resists the midwinter.

This is a palindromic poem, each season is looped out of the ten-character poem, two sentences in the order and two sentences in reverse, and the four seasons described are distinctly distinct, namely:

"Spring" warbler cries on the shore and the willows make the spring clear, and the willows make the spring clear and the moon is bright at night. The bright moon night makes the willows in the clear spring, and the willows cry on the willow shore in the clear spring.

"Summer" fragrant lotus blue water is cool and cool, and the water is cool and the summer is long. The long summer breeze moves the water, and the cool breeze moves the water with the fragrance of blue lotus.

"Autumn" Qiujiang Chu Yansu sandbank, Yansu sandbar shallow water flow. Flowing water shallow island sand swallow, zhou sand sand swallow chu jiangqiu.

"Winter" red furnace through the cold wind of charcoal moxibustion, charcoal moxibustion cold wind against midwinter. Donglong Yu Feng Han Moxibustion Charcoal, Wind Cold Moxibustion Charcoal through the furnace red.

Ye Wen wrote such a poem very skillfully, because this was the proud work of his father's life, and when Ye Ji was still there, he read it more than once, and also boldly commented.

Even in the Principality of Shengquan, Ye Ji's literary talent cannot be regarded as the top, but those top masters are here, and it is impossible to write such works in the limited time of a stick of incense.

After reading it carefully, Ye Wen handed in the answer sheet with great satisfaction, if such works could not pass the assessment smoothly, then Ye Wen could only resign himself to fate.

handed the test paper to the old man who was taking the examiner, and quickly glanced at it, but the old man's expression changed abruptly. Immediately afterward, his gaze stared straight at the test paper for a long time without moving, and the look of admiration in his eyes was already obvious.

Then, glancing at Ye Wen, who handed in the test papers, the old man's expression was slightly unnatural. In fact, with his vision, how could he not see that this poem could never have been written by the young man in front of him.

This palindromic poem, the words and sentences are condensed, and all rhyme, so that it can also be divided into more than ten ways to read without losing the original meaning, among which "Summer": "Xianglian blue water is cool and the summer is long" is even more outstanding", such a poem must be the author's painstaking work, and it can never be completed in one moment or another.

"Pass." Even so, the old man still pronounced that this poem is not a famous work that has been handed down to the world, even if it was not written by Ye Wen, the old man could not judge Ye Wen's plagiarism based on his subjective judgment alone, as the chief judge, he still had to act according to the rules.