Originally, if everyone knew this unspoken rule, the names of these top ten talents would be meaningless, but most of the people who knew the news came to participate tacitly, hiding the world well, and the children of the half-baked family were crazy to spend money on this every year.

It's just that there is no real material, and it really can't be chosen.

As for those poor children who have not participated, they are forced by the threat of many "talents", and they can only hold back in their hearts and dare not speak, In order to show the authenticity of this competition, each son knows the topic in advance, let his own companion read, or buy poems from others.

And lest this game is all too abrupt for the sons of the family, and one or two places are specially reserved for those who have been deceived and have real materials, but it is often not fun to be deceived without a little real material.

Therefore, under the tacit concealment of the sons of various families, only a few upper-level sons and daughters knew about the matter of the Changchun Pavilion, and Zhang Ziquan was also told to him by a person who wanted to please him when his father was still the prime minister.

When Lin Chaoge knew this, she had to sigh at the hypocrisy of these people, there was so much money that she was panicking, there were frozen bones on the road, Zhumen wine and meat stinked, and she actually spared no effort to spend so much effort for her reputation, should she say that she admired or sneered.

However, she doesn't plan to meddle in things, this matter is related to the students who come to the capital every year to take the exam, and naturally someone will take care of it, and today, she has to pay attention to An Shangli from time to time, so as not to think of any tricks, and look forward to the next good show.

"I announce that today's third-level topic is cold, and I invite all the sons to compose poems." As the host's voice resounded throughout the hall of the Ivy Spring Pavilion, the drums were beating, and the people in the hall began to think hard, and the purple brush brush dipped in ink fell on the snow-white rice paper.

Lin Chaoge followed the footsteps of the attendants to the second floor, from the second floor he could overlook the entire hall, and the location he chose was just next door to Bai Qingxing, I don't know if it was fate or coincidence.

Most of the children of the family in the hall are dressed plainly or shabby, and most of the children of the family who participated today are in the private room on the second floor, and there are also a small number of children of the family who boast of being high on the first floor, showing their grace and elegance.

The competition is divided into three rounds, round by round to screen out the really talented people, and finally screen out the top ten, these children of the family are directly into the final round, but Lin Chaoge is curious about Xiao Yuzi, who obviously did not take the exam, how to be the head of the three sons of Chang'an for so many years, is this the legendary shady?

When the results came out, there were a lot of good poems, Lin Chaoge took Su Manfang and went downstairs to copy it, and he also took the manuscript paper that was not wet with ink, and looked at it word for word, and his eyes flashed with amazement several times.

"Miserable Chaimen snowy night, at this time it is better to have a son than nothing."

On the high platform on the first floor, listening to the names of the people and poems that the judges read one by one, many sons of the family were whispering something to the attendants around them. Lin Chaoge narrowed his eyes when he saw this, it seems that this selection is not just a move for the son of the family to sell his reputation and reputation, but also accompanied by other entanglements of interests.

The game went quite smoothly, and in the second round, the rest were still talented, and all those who came in to make up the numbers were brushed down, and most of the stadium was empty, and the losers were left and stayed.

Among the many people who brushed down, whether it was a child of a poor family or a son of a family, people couldn't see anything, but Lin Chaoge noticed something unusual, most of the people who were brushed down were from low-class families, and in the end, they were the essence.

Like the hammer-headed prince at the door now, his father is also a seven-rank official around the capital, which is almost the last family that Lin Chaoge has ever seen on the "Chang'an Family Son's Illustrated Book", and his father is a six-grade sesame junior official who was newly transferred back to Beijing in June.

As for the others, she doesn't know many of them, most of them are from poor families, or small families that don't enter the stream.

The "Illustrated Book of the Sons of the Family" collected by the people collected includes the names of the sons of the families in the capital and its surroundings, and the marriages of each family are not only very comprehensive, but the images are also different from the ancient cookie-cutter Danfeng eyes, but draw the characteristics of each person.

Lin Chaoge was very surprised when he first saw it, and at the beginning of caution, Lin Chaoge recognized the people above, although he didn't say that he knew them all, but in the end the characteristics were remembered, just like the prince just now, and Zhang Ziquan, who saw him for the first time when he entered the school, each with obvious characteristics.

In fact, it's not that no one has carefully discovered the problems found by Lin Chaoge, but everyone's inherent thinking is that the qualifications and teachers of people from poor families and low-class families are insufficient, so they can't stay behind, and even if they do, they don't care, and they rely on their abilities.

Because of this reason, the Ivy Pavilion that originally wanted to be more restrained became more and more unscrupulous, and no one suspected it anyway, plus the owner of the pavilion was King Jing, and everyone turned a blind eye.

After a round, the Changchun Pavilion took a break for two teas for everyone to discuss the masterpieces that had just come out, or to change the water to quench their thirst, Lin Chaoge also looked at the so-called masterpieces, the works are very good, but it is not certain whether the signatures below are true or false, and he raised his eyes and sneered at the people who were eager to try it on the first floor.

After two teas, the host's voice came again.

"Now announce the theme of the second round of poetry, the theme of the second round is 'plum', please answer the sons, a stick of incense for a limited time." After speaking, he smiled and hid behind the scenes to give the students time to think.

Lin Chaoge covered her lips and chuckled twice when she heard this topic, and as soon as she finished laughing, she saw a green-clothed boy downstairs looking up, and after a closer look, it was the boy who asked her what she was laughing at just now.

It looked as funny as the first time you asked, what are you laughing at?

Lin Chaoge touched his face inexplicably, is this person poisonous, every time she laughs, she can let him see it, fortunately, it is just normal, not sneering and sneering.

But these people are also funny, obviously they are not doing anything noble, but they still want to sing the praises of the proud Mei, not afraid of polluting Mei's bright festival.

The topic of 'Mei' is indeed more difficult than the previous 'Han', because most of the poems about Mei praise her character, and it is not easy to stand out from the many poems.

After the second round, there will be only 30 people left, perhaps out of caution, most of the people in the audience are revising and modifying, thinking and meditating, and the organizers are also considerate of their feelings, and the time is deliberately extended by half a stick of incense.

Some people in the audience have already completed the work, and some people are frowning and thinking, interspersed with a few dusty puffers pouring tea.

Because of curiosity, Lin Chaoge was looking at the green-clothed man, but he didn't want to be attracted by Xiao Er, who was pouring tea next to him.

The appearance is ordinary and inconspicuous, but the pair of tricks are so weirdly bright that Lin Chaoge pays more attention.

An Shangli is a person, the surface kung fu is excellent, especially when there are many people around, the surface kung fu is very good, even she may not be able to catch this little oil sometimes, but fortunately the qualifications are not enough, otherwise her little tricks are not enough at all.

What's more, An Shangli is greedy and lustful by nature, with an extreme temperament, and he has a white face on both sides of the horse, and he is slippery in the world, no matter how he hides it, some sensitive-minded sons can basically see it from the clues. Before he finished analyzing it, Lin Chaoge heard a voice from the other side.

"His Royal Highness the Second Prince is so generous, and he specially asked the chef of Changchun Mansion to cook lunch for everyone, which really makes An feel ashamed." An Shangli looked grateful and said excitedly.

Downstairs, there are plates of appetizing delicacies and pastries.

When the people in the audience heard this, they all began to be grateful, praising His Royal Highness for his kindness, and actually noticed these insignificant civilians, and for a while, I don't know who started to praise His Royal Highness the Second Prince's great achievements on weekdays, as well as the incident of leading troops to defeat the Huns.

Lin Chaoge heard the words of An Shangli and the other people who took the lead, but he half-squinted his eyes, knocked on the pineapple wood table thoughtfully, the corners of his mouth sneered and rippled, and a pair of brown eyes became colder and colder.

But before she could think about it, Su Man, who had just come back, interrupted her thoughts and closed the door: "Childe, my subordinates just inquired." ”

Lin Chaoge raised his eyebrows and whispered, "How?" ”

Su Man leaned into Lin Chaoge's ear and whispered a few words, and the smile on Lin Chaoge's face slowly solidified into a stiff loneliness.

"Seriously!"

"What the subordinates say is absolutely true."

While everyone was eating lunch and talking, a person suddenly came in at the door, looking around with a dark blue burden in his hand, followed by another rough man, Lin Chaoge raised his eyes and happened to see someone coming, he couldn't control his eyes getting brighter and brighter, and the corners of his mouth rose wildly, but he had to press down hard, forming a strange loneliness, and his palms were sweating nervously.

"Childe, but I saw something interesting." Su Man saw that the person had not spoken for a long time, and he had the courage to ask.

"Well, when I saw an old man, I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable for a while." Lin Chaoge squinted, his fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, the little two lowered his head and poured tea, the green-clothed boy who was thinking didn't pay much attention, but Lin Chaoge saw that although he was pouring tea, his eyes were staring at the rice paper in front of the green-clothed boy.

After a while, the tea was poured, and the little two repeated the action just now to pour the tea next to another person, Lin Chaoge looked around, and then found that the little two who seemed to be pouring the tea were peeking at the poems of the students intentionally or unintentionally.

It stands to reason that Xiao Er is generally illiterate, otherwise he would not be a Xiao Er here, but these people don't look like they are illiterate, Lin Chaoge pondered for a while, and had some scheming in his heart.

After a while, the second round ended, and after repeated deliberations and comparisons, thirty outstanding works were finally selected.