Baoyu didn't answer, in the eyes of everyone, this was cowardice.

Lin Xiuzhu really learned a lot from Jia Yucun, just talk, you have to keep looking at Xuanjue. According to the rules of the Gongyuan, you can use whatever mount you like in equestrianism, even if it is a golden dragon, as long as you have it, you can use it.

In the eyes of the students, it is different. Everyone uses ordinary horses, and it's obviously unfair for you to come up with a ghost elf.

If Baoyu talks more, Lin Xiuzhu will point out the identity of the lame horse and make him ugly.

Lin Xiuzhu is the beloved disciple of the top three people, and Baoyu believes that Lin Xiuzhu's insight will not be worse than the mysterious disciple at the gate of the Gongyuan......

"Who is that, he looks very good, why is he leading a lame black donkey?"

"It should be a maverick, right? can make the bamboo cultivation prodigy valued, it must be the top student in which city, but this temperament...... Bringing a black donkey to win everyone's attention for no reason, I'm afraid it's a bad thing to get along with. ”

"Then don't get along, who still relies on him?"

Baoyu walked to the inside of the Gongyuan, followed by Lin Xiuzhu and Jia Huan, and then a member of the Yingsheng Academy. He had come early, and there were few people in front of him. Even those who were curious about everyone's discussions, slowed down and joined the crowd behind.

Soon, more fingers fell on Baoyu's back.

Jia Huan listened to everyone's discussions, and couldn't help but want to join in several times to fan the flames, but was stopped by Lin Xiuzhu, and said angrily: "Senior brother, I want to tell the students about the friendship of classmates." ”

Lin Xiuzhu smiled gently, as if he had the shadow of Jia Yucun, and said in a low voice: "Fellow student, can the frog at the bottom of the well lean on the scales of the Nine Heavens True Dragon?"

He hasn't been gregarious among the students for a long time, and the people he interacts with on weekdays are all top-notch characters in Xiucai. Just like what he said, he wants to be the chief showman, enter the Qinglushan Academy of Literature, and then be the top three. Ordinary students can't get into his eyes.

Jia Huan's face turned red, and he felt that he was too much worse than Lin Xiuzhu, but he was ...... with Baoyu He stared at Baoyu's back, his fists clenched.

[One day I want you to look at my back, so that you can't catch up with me, and I want you to ...... Stomp on your feet!]

As if sensing a different line of sight, Baoyu turned his head slightly, and his warm and waveless eyes met Jia Huan's angry eyes, and his lips slightly skimmed out a smile.

It seems that when dealing with ignorant juniors, there is a sense of forgiveness and tolerance. Jia Huan suddenly stood up straight, his teeth clenched.

Walking into the palace of the Gongyuan, the examination school is considered to have begun. The hall enshrines tablets one by one, according to the three kinds of birth, sickness and death, which are vermilion tablets, brown tablets and black tablets. The students have to walk through these tablets in turn, treat them as human beings, and practice the five rituals.

It is said that there are five kinds, but when subdivided, there are dozens of kinds. The tablets are divided into different details according to the standards and scenes of various etiquettes. Baoyu walked through in turn, thinking about the precautions that Qin Keqing taught him, and did it for almost half an hour before walking through the long tablet road.

There was a light in front of him, and there was a man sitting in a wide robe with large sleeves, and his old but delicate hands stroked his long gray hair, smiling at him.

This is the master of the Gongyuan, and all those who participate in the big examination must perform disciple salutes to him.

After Baoyu finished the disciple's salute, he saw the master of the Gongyuan waving his hand and signaling to pass. Among the six arts of the gentleman, etiquette is the easiest to pass, and it is rare to be eliminated at this level, naturally, the proportion of scores is also the lowest.

Baoyu walked into the light and found that out of the hall, there was a vast field in front of him.

There was a thing handed over to it, it was a sign, and there were two big characters written on it. Baoyu happily took it and tucked it into the cuffs.

The examination school of the six arts of the gentleman is divided into the first A, the second A, the first B, and the second B...... According to A, B, C, D, descending in order, until the lowest second-level D. He has only learned etiquette for less than a month, and he is already very satisfied with being able to get the second grade.

I can only say that I am not slow to learn things, and at the same time, I also want to thank Qin Keqing for his high level and careful teaching.

Behind are Lin Xiuzhu and Jia Huan. Lin Xiuzhu took his own brand, and like Baoyu, he casually stuffed it into the cuffs. Jia Huan took a look at the brand, raised his eyebrows proudly, and pressed the brand to his chest.

I don't know what kind of material this brand is made of, as long as the clothes are glued to the back, it will be fixed.

Baoyu saw that it was the first armor in vermilion font on it, and said with a smile: "Brother Huan, the etiquette is not bad." ”

"After all, I've been studying for a long time. Brother Bao, what level is yours? I heard from the people in the house, you have only learned etiquette for less than a month?"

Baoyu shook his head, took out the brand, and showed the level of the second class to others. It's not a big deal.

Jia Huan's eyes suddenly lit up, the corners of his mouth were high, and he almost laughed. Lin Xiuzhu snorted, so frightened that Jia Huan pulled back his smile, but he still couldn't help it, and his face twitched.

The tangled look of ecstasy couldn't be covered at all.

Lin Xiuzhu said softly: "Strategy is the root, poetry is the backbone, and the rest are side details." Senior brother, you should take a more long-term view. ”

Jia Huan nodded in response, looked at Jia Baoyu again, and found that Baoyu had already turned his head and didn't look at him.

Baoyu pointed to the rows of black lacquer cases below, and said with a smile: "Xiuzhu prodigy, this second level seems to be a trivial matter you said." ”

The second level is calligraphy.

As the first big test of Confucianism and the entrance examination school, the Xiucai big test only examines four of the six arts of the school gentleman. They are rites, books, royalty, and archery, in addition to these four, they don't even know how to take the poetry test.

That's right, those who can light eighty-one simmers, in terms of poetry, don't have to worry about it at all.

Literati reading, composing lyrics, and composing songs to increase their talents and improve their cultivation are just like the big examination of talents, and they need to light eighty-one sparks to participate.

According to Jia Zheng, these four types of examination schools are also entry, with ten percent of the scores, accounting for only four-tenths of them, and the real examination schools are still behind, but I don't know how difficult it is. Baoyu once asked, but Jia Zheng refused to say anything about this.

It's not that it can't be said, it seems that if it is said, it is useless.

Baoyu pondered and slowly stepped down. At this time, the students all walked out of the hall, and basically there was no level below the second grade. He saw that there were eighty-one white marble steps under his feet, which were originally blocked by railings, and he was not allowed to step down.

Now that it has been withdrawn, it is naturally the beginning of the calligraphy examination.

There are more than 300 long cases in total, with paper and paperweights on them, but there is no pen and ink inkstone. Baoyu knew that this was for them to use their usual household belongings, in case they lost their standards and made people unconvinced.

Baoyu thought about it, wrote only one word, pressed it with a floral soft topaz square inkstone, and went to see other people's calligraphy.

Because of the things at the gate of the Gongyuan, he is quite eye-catching. There are also people who wrote it early, looking at the long case he is in.

I didn't see what he wrote, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. The fragrant and shiny spirit grease ink is just that, and they can have almost good ones, but the floral soft topaz square inkstone is beautiful, and it is a precious thing at first glance, and the fire black and red hair on the inkstone are even more coveted.

The gold pen is still the top grade in the gold pen. Good pen!

"It turned out to be a family man. ”

"Then why the lame black donkey? He must have a horse. ”

There was a noise in his ears, Baoyu just smiled and went to see Lin Xiuzhu's words.

This examination school seems to be very loose, as long as you write, everything else is left to you, and even if you go around, no one cares about judging other people's calligraphy. But Baoyu knows that since these test schools only account for 40% of the total score, it will naturally not be just the content on the desktop.

I can't say it, but there are people watching nearby.

He saw that Lin Xiuzhu had also written, and he also pressed it with a square inkstone. However, Jia Huan did not cover it and exposed the font to others. Baoyu nodded, he wrote well.

Jia Huan looked at Baoyu, and then at Lin Xiuzhu, and picked up the inkstone to suppress the font in a similar way, but he was a little unwilling, smiled, and put his finger on the bright silver inkstone a little.

This slight click, suddenly there are mysterious ripples rippling out.

The ink in the inkstone had not yet dried, or rather, there was a thin layer of ink, and at this moment the ink suddenly rippled, and a black thing that looked like human hair appeared on the surface, and then it looked like a fairy emerging from the water, and gradually revealed its true face.

is a villain, wearing a plain white talent robe.

"Little gentleman!"

"It's a little gentleman at the level of a showman!"

Many people exclaimed, attracting everyone's eyes. They were all students who lit the eighty-one fires, but they were really taken aback, looking at Jia Huan with envious eyes, and even many of them couldn't hold back their self-cultivation, showing a jealous expression.

Not to mention them, even Jia Baoyu couldn't help but feel sour in his heart.

The literati have three respects -

A respect for the red-sleeved mother, the red-sleeved fragrance is added, and the soul is broken by the incense;

Second, respect the old master, talk about literature and theory, and judge the fame of the literati;

This third respect is the respect of the little gentleman.

The appearance of the little gentleman is a handsome literati, and according to the literati's clothing, there are different grades. The literati used it to warm the inkstone, and it is said that the purple robe bachelor-level can make the inkstone self-produce fragrant ink, and the handwriting will not disappear for thousands of years.

Don't look at the little gentleman after the red-sleeved lady and the old master, when it comes to practicality, it is the ghost and elf that literati want the most.

The red-sleeved lady can add fragrance to the literati's red sleeves, speed up the speed of learning, and the effect of reading, but it will disappear in as little as three days and as long as half a year, even if it is a red-sleeved fairy like Lin Daiyu, if she helps a lot, she will not last for a few years.

The old master only judged the article and judged the literati to achieve the literary position in the future, and nothing else was useless.

And the little gentleman, that is really able to warm the inkstone and constantly improve the quality of the inkstone. Even if it is an ordinary hundred taels of inkstone, it can become a treasure after a long time, and it can help a bachelor to become a bachelor.

Not to mention the bachelors, bachelors, this is out of reach.

Coupled with the ink that will not disappear for thousands of years, you can inherit your own ink treasure. This.....

It is the lifelong pursuit of literati!

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When I was hungry, I went out to ask for food, and if I didn't have enough to eat at night, the author ate the third shift.

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