The questions of the third exam are difficult to say, easy to say, depending on the personal level.

It's just an improvised poem on a moonlit night.

I believe that after reading a little book, a man with a bit of literary and artistic feelings will always hold a small wine glass and chant a couple of sentences on a charming night.

The people in this poem have made it, this is Yi, it is rare who can be amazing and come out on top in one fell swoop?

For a moment, the people in the audience hesitated, sitting or standing, frowning or whispering, and the moonlight outside the porthole was quiet.

Only a few old gentlemen on the desk pulled their beards and looked at their tangled looks with a smile.

Zhao District probed, looked at the faces of many people downstairs, shook his head and sighed.

"Can you write a good sentence with such a constipated and embarrassing look?"

"Obviously, no."

I don't know if it was because of what I said just now that scared the child next to me who didn't like to talk or what, Xu hurriedly began to actively integrate into her world, she said a word, and he took it.

Lovely and serious.

Zhao said with a smile, "Can you write?" ”

"I can't." Xu hurriedly shook his head seriously, looking stunned and interesting.

"Do you think I can?"

“…….”

What does silence mean at this time? Zhao pursed his lips, patted his little head, and said with a smile, "I'll show you later!" ”

Time passed quickly, and after a cup of tea, people began to write one after another.

…

Second floor, cubicle.

Henglan Yue walked around anxiously, and the two maids beside him glanced at each other. They all stepped forward to persuade, "Miss, don't worry. Now that you have handed over the heavy responsibility to Young Master Liu, let's put your mind at ease. ”

"Liu Yuan?" Heng Lanyue sneered, and said in her heart that that guy is now beaten like that, and he still helps her?

I knew that it was something unreliable, and I wondered if my father's words were a joke.

How can Liu Yuan compare to her brother?

"Miss, don't worry, even if it's chosen tonight. When the young master comes back in a few days, he will also help you get back. The little maid acted as a warmer baby and continued to speak ironing words.

"I'm not in a hurry?" Heng Lanyue sneered. "Bianliang can't marry an old girl, and she will be blinded wherever she goes, I'm not in a hurry?"

Although this is suspected of self-blackening, the first part is indeed true. When she was a child, she saw General Zhou Guanhua, how could she still take Bianliang's group of scholars in her eyes? The marriage event has been delayed so far. Henglan Qin was in a hurry, this time he started to choose a family for her on the basis of the poetry meeting, and he has done this, and it is a matter of one sentence whether to marry or not.

Heng Lanyue sat on the chair, quietly looking out the window at the river flowing, her mind was far away, and her face was sad.

"In this life, I may never see him again. Why not just find someone to spend the rest of your life with? ”

The thought came to her mind, and her tears came out at once.

No way!

She is Henglan Yue. Why should you marry someone you don't like?

If she can survive this time, she will definitely go to the New Year to see that person's home!

………….

"Hurry up, everyone!"

When the words fell, someone in the audience shook their hands, and a cloud of ink dripped on the paper.

What to urge?

Writing a poem still needs to be like this?

Bother!

Anxiety spreads very quickly, especially among people who do not know how to do it.

Whispers began to sound in the silent cabin.

After the low scolding, Jiang Yunxing suddenly stood up, "The student has already done it." ”

After that, he handed over the paper in his hand, and his calm and calm appearance made many people hate itchy, of course, the most unconvinced was Jiang Yunke. Looking at Jiang Yunxing's demeanor in his hand, a chill began to bubble in his heart, if... If he gets the opportunity this time and climbs the Henglan family, then the Jiang family will still be him...... Calling the shots?

Jiang Yunxing is very good, he can play chess, he looks good, and his style looks no less than that of any famous son, and when he handed in that poem, an old gentleman on the desk pushed him to the forefront with a word of praise.

"Not bad." The old gentleman stroked his beard and asked with a smile, "Which family are you?" ”

Jiang Yunke knocked over the inkstone in his hand, the ink soaked his white shirt, and even the back of his white hand was a cloud of jet black, he stood up in a panic and shrunk his hand in his sleeve.

Jiang Yunxing naturally saw his wolf bèi, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Brother, what's wrong with you?" ”

Most of the old gentlemen on the desk are sisters-in-law, and when they saw Jiang Yunke standing up, they naturally knew it, plus Jiang Yunxing said that his brother had probably guessed his identity, and several old men looked at each other and shook their heads invisibly.

There were more and more people handing in the test papers, and Jiang Yunke sat on the side and stared at Jiang Yunxing, motionless.

Suddenly, he realized something.

If he didn't climb the Henglan family, it didn't matter, he still had the Jiang family.

If Jiang Yunxing climbed, the Jiang family would have no other share.

Under the trade-off, he felt that his main goal was still to be placed on this unconscious younger brother, no matter what, the Jiang family must be his!

The two sat together, silent.

…………

The white paper on the desk was not placed in the same place, and several old gentlemen whispered, apparently not deciding which poem would win the championship in one fell swoop.

After a cup of tea.

"Is there anyone else who hasn't handed it in?" The old gentleman on the far left stood up, began to sort out a stack of white papers, and said indifferently, "In this case, I will tell the result." ”

Everyone in the audience focused their attention on him, and the tension spread.

In the silence, someone burst out laughing.

Although it was small, many people heard it.

They all looked up at the source of the sound upstairs.

A piece of white paper fell lightly and landed on the desk of the old gentleman who stood up.

Very eye-catching, really eye-catching.

The old gentleman frowned, and subconsciously picked up the white paper that floated down from the upper floor.

Next, many people saw the crazy appearance of this gentleman who had been respectful all his life.

"Ahh It's full of surprise, amazement, and love. Holding this piece of paper tremblingly in both hands, I couldn't say it for a long time.

"Old man, old man... Today... It's worth it! He burst into tears, looked at the focused gaze off the field, and choked up, "Good poetry!" ”

The old men next to them were obviously also curious, and snatched the blank paper. I watched it.

"Babble!"

"Good! Fresh and beautiful, you can put it into the picture! ”！

"The color is pure!"

Good poetry!

Several old gentlemen also began to praise them lovingly, and everyone in the audience frowned. Puzzled.

"Teacher." Someone stood up and asked, "What's the catch?" ”

A group of old men immersed in the world of that poem finally woke up and looked at the prince in the audience with relief. "Bianliang has such a talent. Why worry about the sacredness? ”

When the words fell, everyone was shocked.

Has it been raised to this point?

"Teacher, students, please watch!"

The old gentleman smiled slightly and handed over the blank paper.

Everyone took it and stared at it.

"After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn, the bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream"

"The bamboo noise returns to the raccoon girl. The lotus moves the fishing boat and rests at will. The king's grandson can stay. ”

As the words fell, a golden light danced on the paper.

"Ahh

The old man on the desk was heartbroken and shouted, "Don't! ”

The light flowed between the handwriting, and a golden light jumped out of the white paper.

The entire cabin was silent for a while, and on the banks of the Bianliang River, many people turned their heads sideways, looking at a golden light floating from the boat.

The moonlight darkened, and everyone was dazzled by that streamer.

"Ah, what's that?"

"Oh my God!"

"In my lifetime, I can actually see the light of the sage!"

…………

Henglan Province.

Above the high hall, a middle-aged man sits.

He was holding a book and reading it, his brow was quiet, and a golden light flashed in the corner of his eye.

The book in his hand fell to the ground.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the statue enshrined next to him.

The top is full of gold and majesty.

"Ahh

The Light of the Ascendant...... It's the light of the Ascendant!

How many years, how many years haven't seen it.

He raised his head, looked at the fading halo, his eyes were full of tears, and he choked up and muttered to himself, "Isn't it... Isn't it a poetry meeting, where a good talent appears? ”

"Someone! Come! Heng Lanqin, who hadn't shouted loudly for many years, ran up excitedly in the courtyard, "Get out of the house!" Prepare the horses! ”

There was a bang in Henglan Mansion.

This moonlit night, it began to be uneasy.

………

On the banks of the Bianliang River, the golden light is fleeting, but many people are witnessing it.

The saying of the Derived Light circulated among the people.

In the cabin, the young man who had the white paper still on the ground also began to panic, and he looked at the master who was walking violently, and his legs suddenly weakened.

"Sir.," he shouted in a low voice, wiping his sweat as he suppressed his heartbeat, "Sir, don't blame you. ”

The old gentleman glared at him, ignored him, bent down, and carefully picked up the piece of paper.

Treat it like a treasure.

"Sir, that light just now, but?" Someone swallowed their saliva, still in disbelief.

The old man nodded, looking at the handwriting on the white paper that was about to disappear.

"Yes, it's the light of the Divine Saints, it's correct!"

Everyone was stunned and didn't digest this fact for a while.

How many years has it been since the Great Song Dynasty had a poem that could cause the light of the Divine Saint?

It's been a hundred years!

A hundred years ago, the Great Song Dynasty produced many talents, talents, poems can kill the enemy, articles are safe in the world, and talents can also punish people.

That's really a world of readers!

"Oh my God! Da Song Dangxing! The old gentleman fell to his knees excitedly and burst into tears.

A group of juniors naturally didn't dare to stand, so they quickly knelt on the ground and shouted, "Da Song Dangxing!" ”

………

Zhao didn't have time to watch the group of people downstairs die.

She was entangled in the golden light.

The people of the Great Song Dynasty flocked to her, and the light of the sage entangled her.

kept trying to drill into her body, and Zhao was naturally like a great enemy.

What kind of thing can you put in your body?

What if something happens?

So she began to fight, using her telekinesis as a shield to prevent the golden light from entering her body.

Xu Xian's eyes lit up, and he sat aside, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was watching a play.

The group of people downstairs seemed to be excited, and the old gentleman took the lead, stood up, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and began to ask, "Who made this poem?" ”

Everyone was stunned, looked at each other, and then looked upstairs.

The piece of paper, but it was floating down from upstairs.

Heng Lanyue leaned on the railing at some point, looking at the eyes of everyone, and was suddenly startled.

"No, no, no, it's not me!" She was stumbling, and she was obviously frightened.

The old gentleman frowned, "Who is that?" ”

Heng Lanyue suppressed the shock in her heart and pointed to the next room, "Perhaps, Liu Yuan." ”

"Impossible!" Someone exclaimed.

Heng Lanyue seemed to think of something, turned her head, and looked at the room. Liu Yuan can't be, that little boy with a mask... Possibly! She couldn't cry or laugh, looking at this stall that was getting bigger and bigger and not ending well, and she didn't know what to do.

Peal pedal, pedal, pedal

Everyone walked up the stairs in three steps, right in front of Liu Yuan's door.

The old gentleman suppressed his excitement and gently slammed the door.

"Knock Knock"

The knock on the door greatly affected Zhao District, who was resisting the golden light, her forehead was sweating, her heart was irritable, and she lowered her voice, "Who?!" ”

The hoarse voice came out, and the group at the door was a little angry.

"Liu Yuan, open the door!" It seemed to be the son who usually knew him, and his tone was a little familiar, and he laughed, "What are you doing inside?" ”

Zhao frowned.

The old gentleman outside the door frowned even more, and reprimanded, "What a system! ”

The young man pursed his lips and stepped back.

"Liu Yuan, that poem just now, but what did you do?" The old gentleman turned his head and asked.

"Autumn twilight in the mountain house?" Zhao District frowned, lowered his voice and said.

Outside the door, the eyes of a group of people widened in disbelief.

The old gentleman also choked up excitedly and said, "It turns out that the name of the poem is this, not bad!" Not bad! ”

Zhao was speechless, turned his head, and continued to fight against this golden light.

The light of the Divine Saint seemed to have turned on her and played guerrilla warfare with her.

She is tired of attacking, she is attacking and defending.

It's a lot of fun.

Zhao is miserable, and there are faint signs of loosening in his telekinesis.

"This seems to be a great supplement, so you don't have to resist." At the critical moment, Xu hurriedly spoke.

Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked at him carefully, "How do you know?" ”

Xu Xian smiled slightly, without explanation.

Jin Guang also seemed to hear Xu Xing's words, and he was extremely excited.

Zhao District let down his guard and let Jinguang enter his body.

A burst of coldness surged deep into his heart, and the meridians all over his body seemed to be ventilated.

The light in the room suddenly brightened, dazzling the eyes of everyone outside the door.

The old gentleman didn't dare to knock on the door, and waited quietly outside the door.

………

Outside the cabin, the sound of horses' hooves sounded.

Heng Lanqin quickly broke into the sails, and Lao Wang smiled slightly in the back, saying that people from behind could be charged.

A group of people gathered upstairs, naturally conspicuous, and Heng Lanyue was squeezed into the periphery, and she looked at her father with an excited face at once.

immediately greeted him, and shouted delicately, "Dad"

"Hmm" Henglan Qin didn't have time to ink with him, hurriedly pushed everyone away, and praised him, "Liu Xian's nephew is talented!" ”

On the way, he heard what had happened.

He had never heard of Liu Yuan before, but he was so talented that he came to prominence today, I have to say, Song Guo is very lucky! (To be continued......)