The two officials in the room just glanced at Zhu Ping'an, then lowered their heads and began to write seriously, engrossed in their works.

Today, the saint is in a very bad mood, and he sent his servants to Wuyili early in the morning to arrange the task, and put an article in the hands of the predecessors.

Before Yan Shoufu listened to the order and went to the Yongshou Palace, he specially called everyone to one place and instructed him again.

Everyone knows in their hearts that this is a task and an opportunity to soar. If you get the Sacred Heart, the article will be out of the saint, and the future promotion and wealth will be like pushing the boat down the river, no, it should be said that it is a smooth step.

Such a God-given opportunity must be taken.

The two officials in the room were engrossed in their writings, and the room was very quiet, except for the faint and inaudible sound of pen and ink wandering on the paper.

But in the next second, I heard a sound of grinding ink, although it was very slight, but it was still obvious in the quiet room where the needle drop could be heard.

We're all writing with our hearts, what are you messing with?!

The two officials in the room raised their heads with some dissatisfaction and looked at Zhu Ping'an, except for the two of them in this room, it was Zhu Ping'an, and this voice could only be made by Zhu Ping'an.

When I looked up, I found that Zhu Ping'an had already laid out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and was now studying ink, with a posture of writing on the case.

The two officials were slightly stunned, and then smiled a little speechlessly.

Are you, Zhu Ping'an, also coming to join in the fun and write one? But don't you think it's too late? All of us had already started thinking and writing in the morning, and we were only now finishing the work.

If you want to write a good article, you can't think about it well.

Now it's only two pillars of incense time before the ya, and this time is not enough to even conceive, do you still want to join in the fun?! Young people, the heart is still not good.

This is a good opportunity.

But, alas, you've missed it.

It's late.

The two officials shook their heads and smiled, then lowered their heads and worked hard again, and their article was almost finished. In their opinion, they finished creating, and it is estimated that Zhu Ping'an has not finished thinking about it, and he hasn't even written a word.

When the two officials were concentrating on creation, Zhu Ping'an's ink had already been researched.

It was not at all what the two officials in the room expected, after Zhu Ping'an studied the ink, he didn't think about it, and just picked up the pen and began to write.

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What was that?!

It looks like the sound of writing?!

The sound of Zhu Ping'an moving a pen and ink on the paper suddenly attracted the attention of the two officials in the room.

Curious, the two looked up again.

It didn't matter if they looked up, the scene that came into their eyes, they were so shocked that they almost couldn't hold the brush in their hands, only to see that in their sight, Zhu Ping'an's pen was flying, and he had begun to write on the paper.

it!

Why the hell do you think of it differently?!

Seeing this scene, the two officials almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, you must know that after they received the task in the morning, it took a morning and a lunch time just to conceive.

Zhu Ping'an is in charge of inspecting the Taicang treasury, and he has not been in Wuyi, and he has never known the possibility of the proposition of today's article.

But I didn't expect that Zhu Ping'an, this kid, didn't take the usual path, and didn't even conceive ideas, and wrote directly, how did they not be shocked.

Of course, this was not the most shocking thing for them, when they noticed the paper under Zhu Ping'an's hand, they couldn't help but rub their eyes, looked at it carefully, and then opened their mouths in surprise, this time they opened even bigger, and they could almost stuff a fist into it.

You...... The paper you have in your hand is a question book, and this is the question book for the official presentation of the Imperial Examination.

You...... If you don't conceive or say, why don't you make drafts!

Cao Zhi of the Three Kingdoms Cao Wei became a poem in seven steps, and now he Zhu Ping'an is not reckless at all, can it be said that this is the talent of the champion? !

The two officers felt like they had been hurt by tons......

But they still don't believe it in their hearts, if you don't conceive and don't draft, what kind of article can you write?!

Even if you're a little quicker, you can't write anything brilliant in that time.

You really think you're Cao Zhi!

But even Cao Zhi's seven-step poem, there is no literary brilliance, not so much poetry, but a limerick poem, but under the threat of death, hastily written, the reason why it can be famous for centuries is just in the Strait in front of everyone, cutting the key to brotherhood, making Cao Pi feel guilty, and he can't kill him with a cheeky skin.

The proposition of today's article is not simple, and Cao Zhi's seven-step poem is not enough.

But looking at Zhu Ping'an's confident and smooth appearance, they were shaken again, could it be said that Zhu Ping'an could really write a good work? !

Curious, the two officials with various thoughts couldn't help but stretch their necks and look at Zhu Ping'an's pen.

Zhu Ping'an's pen is like a dragon king's clouds, and the pen is like a cloud of smoke.

One stroke at a time is as straight as a dragon entering the sea, and a wave of righteousness is coming.

What a word!

Ren is their pen, and in the face of Zhu Ping'an's words, they have to sigh to themselves.

Wait a minute

What is Zhu Ping'an writing about?!

The two officials opened their mouths wide again, which was even more exaggerated than when they saw Zhu Ping'an just now when he did not conceive or write a draft.

When they looked at it, Zhu Ping'an had already written seven words. But just these words made the two officials lose their temper.

After reading these seven words, one of the officials couldn't believe his eyes, his eyeballs almost popped out, he was completely stunned, his mouth was open, and he looked at the seven words written by Zhu Ping'an in a daze, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

The other official, too, looked like he was alive, took a deep breath, and it took several seconds before slowly exhaling it.

That's not true, is it?

Is this really written by Zhu Ping'an?

After a few seconds, the two officials regained their composure, and then the movements and expressions of the two were very consistent, looked at Zhu Ping'an's writing, looked up at Zhu Ping'an, and then shook his head speechlessly.

Because the seven words written by Zhu Ping'an are: "Kneel before the Buddha for 3,000 years." ”

Three thousand years before the Buddha?!

The two officials glanced at each other, funny, angry and speechless, this Zhu Ping'an is here to be funny, right?!

I didn't even understand the meaning of the topic! Dare to write and submit it to the Imperial Review?!

Why is the Holy Lord in a bad mood?! It's not because the Buddha is pressing, Taoism is sluggish, and the people are foolish and the people are "Maitreya Buddha in every house, Guanyin in every household", but it is a pity that no one knows Cihang Zhenjun.

You knelt down three thousand years before the Buddha, and you are still very sincere! It is not enough to kneel before the Buddha, but also to kneel for 3,000 years.

When the saint saw your article, it is estimated that he can vomit three liters of blood!

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Isn't this trying to attract the attention of the Holy Lord in this way?!

Yes!

You've got a kind!