"The vast and sorrowful daytime is slanting!" Liu Yinian snorted coldly when he saw the stitches, "The Mo family is still worried, in my opinion, he can't wait to leave the Guozijian as soon as possible." I don't know how happy I am. ”

Everyone frowned and continued to watch.

"The whip refers to the end of the world! This sentence is quite atmospheric...... "Shen Hongcai defended Merton.

Everyone nodded slightly in their hearts, these two poems are indeed heart-warming and cheerful.

"Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers!"

When everyone read this, they immediately stood on the ground as if they had been struck by lightning.

"This is a quatrain for the ages!" Dr. Guozixue was suddenly like a treasure, and he couldn't help himself.

However, what pleases Dr. Guozixue the most is not how wonderful this sentence is, but also this sentence regards Luohong as a master, it can be said that most of the masters present are already old and have reached their old age, just like a flower in the late stage, destined to fall branches.

Who would have thought that this poem would turn the seemingly useless fallen flowers into flower fertilizer to make the new flowers more colorful when the next year comes, as a metaphor for the teachings of their old masters to their students.

"The teacher's grace is like a mountain!" When they think of the masters who once taught them, they may have already been in a deep valley, but the churches of those masters have always affected their lives.

"Since ancient times, there have been countless poems written about the teacher's kindness, and only this one is the best." Ma Jiayun, a doctor of Taixue, said after reading it three times in a row. Everyone couldn't help but nod their heads.

"Mo Jiazi was able to write this poem to thank the teacher, which shows that he is a sincere person, not like a clumsy character hidden in someone's mouth." Shen Hongcai glanced at Liu Yinian, a doctor of calligraphy, and said sarcastically.

Liu Yinian's face suddenly blushed, as soon as this poem came out, his previous questioning and accusations against Morton were all untenable, and he was simply slapped in the face on the spot.

"Humph!" Liu Yinian felt shameless to stay any longer, and left angrily.

Everyone was about Liu Yinian's departure at the moment, and no one cared about Liu Yinian's departure at all, but they couldn't wait to continue watching it one by one.

Facts have proved that Mo Jiazi is still the talented Mo Jiazi, the first two poems have made everyone so hearty, so how wonderful will Mo Jiazi's third poem be.

The third manuscript of the poem slowly opened, and the first line of the psalm came into view.

"It's hard to say goodbye when you meet! The east wind is powerless. ”

Everyone nodded slightly, and wrote at the beginning that it was difficult to say goodbye, presumably it was also to write about sorrow again, which can be regarded as extremely relatable.

"The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry."

Dr. Guozixue's heart was as stiff as he couldn't help but suddenly rise.

"This poem ......" Guozixue pointed to the psalm tremblingly, his eyes exuding excitement.

"This psalm has exhausted the world's teacher's kindness!" Ma Jiayun, a doctor of Taixue, was also excited.

These two verses of the poem will be infinitely elevated, compared to Hsinchu Laogan, and the red flower protection is good, but there is no spring silkworm and wax torch are the most appropriate.

The silk spit out by the spring silkworms is not the knowledge they imparted, they have been teaching all their lives, tirelessly teaching their knowledge to every student, until they are old and come to the end of their lives, which is at the end of the silk.

At the same time, they are like wax torches, burning their own lives to illuminate the future of students, and the candles burning and shedding tears are not the masters using their lives to guide students until they contribute their lives.

"It is indeed the grace of the world." Dr. Guozixue nodded in agreement, and at the same time, he was secretly glad in his heart, if he hadn't chosen Shi'en as the topic, how could such a peerless masterpiece appear in front of them.

"This poem is a five-character quatrain?" Suddenly, the doctor of law asked suspiciously.

"How is that possible? Judging from the rhythm of this poem, it is definitely a seven-character poem. The student shook his head and said in denial.

"Then there are only four sentences." The doctor of law was puzzled, the seven-character poem is four lines and eight sentences, and there is no follow-up to the fourth sentence of this poem.

"Why not?" Dr. Guozixue said in a panic, turning over the front and back of the rice paper in his hand, and turning it over was still blank.

"I guess it won't be mixed in with other exam papers!" Dr. Taixue was puzzled.

Dr. Taixue hurriedly flipped through all the exam papers, but he still didn't find them.

"Impossible!" Everyone immediately looked at each other.

Suddenly, Shen Hongcai said cautiously: "This can't be the Mo family's intention!" ”

"Deliberately?" Everyone suddenly turned around and stared at Shen Hongcai.

Shen Hongcai swallowed his saliva and said helplessly: "You can imagine that when Mo Jiazi entered the Guozijian a year ago, the three poems he wrote were actually two and a half poems, and this time it shouldn't be the same." ”

Everyone thought about it carefully, and suddenly their hearts suddenly brightened, according to this, this time I am afraid that it is also two and a half, but the last time it was a half-que five-character quatrain, and this time it was a half-que seven-character poem.

"Mo Jiazi! It's nonsense! Dr. Taixue said through gritted teeth. Such a classic poem, Merton actually wrote half of it, it is simply a tyrannical thing.

Everyone also shook their heads and smiled bitterly, although Mo Jiazi is talented, but this kind of thing is indeed something that Mo Jiazi can do, you must know that Mo Dun has written a lot of crooked poems, and has also used poetry to advertise, only what everyone can't think of, there is nothing that Mo Dun can't do.

If Morton were here, he would have cried out for his injustice, and if he had written this poem in its entirety, I am afraid that a famous poem of gratitude to his teacher would instantly become an ambiguous love poem, and in this way, everyone would probably be even more unacceptable.

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, Dr. Guozixue burst into laughter.

Everyone looked at him in amazement, Dr. Guozixue loves poetry like his life, he shouldn't be mad by Mo Dun's anger!

I saw that Dr. Guozixue's laughter was extremely cheerful, and there was no sense of anger at all, which made everyone even more frightened.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Dr. Guozixue didn't care, and said loudly: "In my opinion, Mo Jiazi's poem is just right, just right." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Taixue Doctor Ma Jiayun was puzzled.

"The teacher's kindness is like a mountain, and the love is as deep as the sea, how can a few poems be exhausted. In my opinion, Mo Jiazi must be speechless, so he only wrote half of it. Dr. Guozixue said affirmatively.

It stands to reason that Merton was surprised enough to write two and a half first-class masterpieces in a short period of time, and it was indeed greedy for them to ask for too much.

"What Dr. Kuniko said is very true." Everyone nodded.

"This teacher is two and a half articles...... No! Three chapters of Shi'en are out! The world's teachers must be prosperous, and my way is not lonely! Ma Jiayun said with emotion.

It is conceivable that once Merton's poems flow out today, it will be a huge leap forward for the image of the master in the world.

Dr. Guozi picked up the red pen, waved his pen, and wrote directly on Merton's examination paper: "Yijia! ”

So far, Merton has four subjects and one first.

Soon, along with the three articles of Shi'en, the news of the first class of the four branches of Merton spread all over Chang'an City.