At the beginning of the township test, Zhang Xing and Zhang Xiaoyi entered together, and Lan Xiyue Murong Yan sent them off, this seems to be the right way, it feels good.

In the past, he was always watching, and the lady was performing, and it was finally reversed.

Entering the examination room, there is nothing peculiar, very boring single cubicle, and the curiosity is quickly gone.

A few pot-bellied officials looked majestic and inspected the examination room.

There are a total of four exams, the first of which is poetry, two essays of any category, the title is unknown, and you can play at will.

Is that okay? Don't even have a topic direction? Has it always been like this, or is it random?

If it's not random, someone prepares early, okay?

Even if not, many people are betting on it.

However, poetry requires talent and inspiration, and early preparation may not be good.

Or is it also because of the war and the fact that there are not many people who read and the standards are lowered?

Before the exam, Zhang Xing only knew what to do in the four exams, and he really didn't know that this was the case.

But his most confident is the first one, and his peers are copying it.

There are too many to choose.

What does Emperor Zhou like, what does King Jin like, and what do the ministers like?

Well, for the country and the people, loyalty and filial piety.

Zhang Xing lifted the pen and was full of spirit.

The zombie and lonely village does not mourn, and Shang Si is the national military wheel.

Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glacier fell into a dream.

The second song, don't be an old mother.

Bow to the mother river beam, white hair and tears dry.

The miserable snowy night in Chaimen, at this time, it is better to have a son than nothing.

At the end of ten minutes, Zhang Xing, who had planned to go home early, frowned at the moment, and his thoughts were touched.

Thoughts drifted, and sadness welled up in my heart.

Empathize, he seems to see the white-haired old mother, tears broken, how many snowy nights and cold winds stand in front of the door, looking forward to him coming home.

The thread in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt, the dense sewing before leaving, the intention of returning late.

Obviously there was nothing, as if it was real, and his heart ached.

I really want to hold on to that old mother, hold her, protect her, and keep her from crying...... Heartbreak is uncomfortable.

Mother, this word, he was very unfamiliar in his previous life.

Is that you? Zhang Xing said to himself, is it the subconscious of this body?

It's as if there are thoughts, there are memory fragments, and my head hurts...... It's messy...... Zhang Xing hugged his head, gritted his teeth and endured it, his eyes were a little red, half painful, half sad.

Isn't this him, Zhang Xing roared in his heart, and he still wanted to take control of his body, it was impossible.

In a short time, his back was already soaked, and it was a trance and a dream, there was no fight at all, he was still him.

Everyone else will inherit the memories of the predecessor, should he have it too?

Shaking his head vigorously, Zhang Xing handed in the exam paper and walked out of the examination room.

Obviously, many people bet on such a topic, and write it directly, and some people have also handed in the paper, and they are quite excited.

However, he still handed in the papers sporadically early.

The sadness was still there, Zhang Xing's heart was heavy, his face was pale, and he was a little depressed.

It was as if he was that person, and that old woman was his mother, and he was so unfilial that he wanted to give himself a few slaps.

But he just copied a poem, and that picture was combined with the inexplicable emotions in his mind.

He has never wanted to be famous, he thinks it's good now, he doesn't want to be entangled in the identity of his predecessor, he has been suppressed for a long time, has it finally broken out this time.

He has always been determined and rational, but at this moment, he can't tell the difference between you and me, as if it is his feelings.

So persistent?

Zhang Xingchang exhaled.

Everything else is ruthless, only this, he has never felt like a mother in two lives, and he wants to have it.

Okay, just for your filial piety, if you really have an old mother, you can still meet it, I will take care of it for you.

The thoughts are clear, and the sadness is still there.

Lan Xiyue and the others didn't leave outside, and when they saw Zhang Xing coming out, the corners of Lan Xiyue's mouth were outlined, her eyes were smart, and her signature smile bloomed quickly.

"Xianggong...... What happened to you? The next moment, Lan Xiyue found that something was wrong and hurriedly ushered in it.

Zhang Xing smiled, it was the girl's smile, it was this feeling, every time I saw it, the troubles would disappear.

"It's fine." Zhang Xing shook his head, "I'm a little nervous." ”

"Nervous?" Murong Yan followed, full of surprise, will you be nervous?

"There were a lot of bets before, and there was a lot of pressure." Zhang Xing said with a smile.

"......" Murong Yan, Lan Xiyue.

"Haha, I'm out." There was laughter from behind, and Zhang Xiaoyi also ran out.

With his level, the township test is really enough, and the family is also thinking about letting him go farther and take many roads, and martial arts masters also need knowledge to a certain extent.

There are a lot of preparations in advance, and naturally there are all kinds of questions that force him to memorize by rote.

The first poem was the simplest, and there was no limit to the topic, and Zhang Xiaoyi also finished it quickly.

"Brother Xing, how is it?" Zhang Xiaoyi asked.

"It's okay." Zhang Xing said.

"Haha, I've made a lot of money, let's go, go to your Xingyue Restaurant for a drink, I'll ...... You're in for a treat. Zhang Xiaoyi shouted very boldly, almost misheard.

"Hehe, that's your place, won't I slap Brother Xing in the face when I treat you again." Zhang Xiaoyi smiled, hehe.

"Look at people, how nice a name is." Murong Yan said.

"I'll too, I'll open it when I go back, and I'll call it ...... Little swallow, Yan'er, what do you say. ”

"What's on?"

"That...... The Cuiying Building seems to be quite interesting. Zhang Xiaoyi thought for a long time and said.

Screams were soon heard from behind.

Everyone went to eat and drink together, and they were the only ones who were so leisurely.

Those students, some are happy and some are sad.

Some people don't do well in the exam, some people are quite excited, and some people are in a hurry to review and race against time.

And some of the people who were excited soon couldn't be happy.

This time the question is not limited, and anyone can bet on the question, but it is exactly like this, the difficulty is greater, and it may not be good.

If you happen to bet on the right one, then it is worth celebrating, or the dark horse can be killed better than those who are stronger than yourself.

Next is the waiting time.

At the end of each race, the results will be announced soon.

In the past, the system fell one by one, and each was set for life.

That is, at the end of each game, those who do not pass the results will be eliminated directly, and there will be no chance later.

Emperor Zhou felt that it was inappropriate, and King Jin also suggested that there are not many talents now, and all countries are competing for it, so it is too easy to miss good talents.

Therefore, it was changed to Jin Wang's suggestion strategy and looked at the total results.

But at the end of each game, the results will be announced, good or bad, you have a number.

If you can't stand this, if you are complacent or if you are sluggish, then you are not a good person.

"Brother Ding, how did you do in the exam?"

"It's hard to say." The scholar shook his head, "It's more difficult to have no title." ”

"Yes, but Brother Ding's talent, it must be no problem."

"Brother Wang, too."

"Who do you think will win the first game?"

"I think it must be Mu Jiangxue."

"Fang Mao and Liu Yuande are not bad."

"Different." Someone shook his head, "Fang Mao is good at making strategies, Liu Yuande is good at making arguments, and poetry is not their strong point." ”

"The way of poetry requires inspiration, everything is difficult to say."

"yes, I'm not as good as these guys anyway."

"Have you forgotten someone, Zhang Xing, he has written poems several times, all of which can be called heirlooms."

"I don't believe anyone can do that every time."

"Indeed, poetry requires inspiration."

"On the contrary, Mu Jiangxue is best at composing poetry, how many good works have he done over the years, he was not there at the Baihualou Poetry Meeting last time, and he was the one with the highest voice in the first meeting, and he was no worse than the genius of the capital."

"Mu Jiangxue's poems have come out." Someone said earlier.

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