The crazy applause was like thunder, overwhelming, accompanied by the gestures of the women on the stage, the audience shouted loudly, and a cheer sounded in the sky, and the sound was like a sea tide flooding, spreading in all directions.

Cuiyun squeezed through the crowd like a fish, and flexibly ran to the back of the guest of honor, where there was a curtain separating it, setting up a screen, and some female dependents who were inconvenient to live with ordinary people sat here, enjoying delicious food and fruits, while joining in the fun.

Chen Ying sat alone at a table, with a few plates of dim sum and honey on the table, and a few thread-bound books, which she looked down to read, incompatible with the noisy and eager atmosphere around her.

Cuiyun glanced at the group of eunuchs and family members who were peeking out from between the screens, stuck out her tongue, walked quickly to her master, and handed her the article she had just copied before the Jingyi Field Ranking Exam.

"The one who won the first place is a person from Lianxi Academy, surnamed Mo." Cuiyun covered her mouth and smiled, her face flushed, obviously infected by the noisy atmosphere outside, and blended into this rare lively atmosphere: "I see, in fact, if Zong Xiaoniang ends, the person who wins first may not be the person surnamed Mo." ”

"Zong Xiaoniang can't end up." Chen Ying took the paper and looked at it one by one: "We women can learn calligraphy and read, but we can't take the exam, how have you ever seen a female official in the Great Song Dynasty?" ”

Cuiyun pouted, she had been by Chen Ying's side for a long time, and she always thought that her little lady's literary talent was not lost to any man, so why couldn't she participate in the imperial examination like a man? In this era, the people are open, and although the idea of male superiority and inferiority of women is deep-rooted, it has been loosened because of Wu Zetian's changes hundreds of years ago, so Cuiyun is always resentful.

However, seeing the women who were not far away and watching the performances and discussions on the stage, Cuiyun's attention was immediately attracted away, she looked out excitedly, but her mouth turned towards Chen Ying: "Little Niang, Little Niang, the martial prostitute performance outside is really exciting!" You should go and see, it turns out that we women also have such strong martial arts people, don't you see, a dozen somersaults in a row, more than a dozen......"

She didn't finish speaking, but she heard Chen Ying flip through the paper and ask strangely: "Why is there no him?" ”

Cuiyun turned around and saw Chen Ying frowning, flipped through a stack of manuscripts, and after reading it, her brows furrowed even deeper: "How could it be?" Could it be that he didn't come? ”

"Little lady...... Who are you looking for? Cuiyun helped her put together the manuscripts that were flying all over the table, and asked tentatively: "The top ten are all here." ”

Chen Ying didn't speak, just looked straight at the paper on the table in a daze, Cuiyun stood beside her, didn't know what to do, didn't know what happened to her little mother, holding the stack of papers, had to stand next to her, stupidly waiting.

After half a ring, the waves of cheers outside probably stimulated Chen Ying's ears, and she raised her head abruptly, revealing a relieved smile.

Her actions startled Cuiyun, but she heard Chen Ying say: "It's me who thinks highly of him, I originally thought that if I could make such amazing words, he must be a character who stands out from the crowd, but I think highly of him." ”

Chen Ying shook her head to herself, smiling happily, as happy as if she had gone to a burden in her heart: "The two poems must have been written by someone else, I don't know where this person got it from, he sold it and stole it, and kept it for himself, but with this kind of person's face, he shouldn't doubt it." ”

She giggled, but Cuiyun on the side was inexplicable, she didn't know who she was talking about, but Chen Ying didn't say it, so she naturally didn't dare to ask, so she could only continue to stand stupidly.

After laughing for a while, Chen Ying stood up with the corners of her eyes wiped her eyes, and said to Cuiyun with her usual expression: "Okay, it's okay, since this person didn't come, we don't need to hide here, let's go, let's go out and go to Zong Xiaoniang." ”

Although Cuiyun was strange, Chen Ying was willing to go out and sit with everyone, she was happy, so she jumped up, held Chen Ying's things, and led Chen Ying to the seat of the sect.

At this moment, outside, the performance of the two martial prostitutes is gradually coming to an end, and two red clouds are shuttling and dancing on the stage, which has already brought the entire Wenhui to a climax.

Wang Xuejin stood up just right, smiled and shouted: "Students, please hurry up, the dance is about to end." ”

Many students woke up like a dream at this time, and they were too involved in watching the prostitute dance just now, neglecting the time, and in a trance, it was actually time to hand in the papers.

The powerful thighs, curvaceous body, dynamic movements, and charming faces under the tightly outlined red clothes can kill people.

Just to see the dancers go, where do you remember the need to write.

Many people hurriedly lowered their heads and thought, pinching the pen and eager to pinch out the water, and those who wrote early looked around complacently at this time, talking and laughing with each other.

Changsun Hong naturally belongs to the former type of people.

It's not that he's greedy for beauty, staring straight at the people on the stage who don't move, he's been handing out leaflets just now.

That is, the piece of paper in the mouth of Zong Shengxian and others, the eldest grandson Hong asked Ran Daqi to prepare a lot, he carried it in his arms, and took advantage of this time to send it all over the place, almost every student had one, if it wasn't for the majesty of the official position, he also wanted to rush to the guest of honor to send a shot.

Advertising, that's the way it can be in the age of no media.

Because of this, when Wang Xuejin shouted that time was running out, Changsun Hong didn't write a word on his paper.

So Changsun Hong knelt on the mat and looked around, the people in white shirts were thinking hard at the desk, some scratched their ears and cheeks and didn't know what to say, some put pen to paper like flying and thought well, and some had already written, looking forward to it triumphantly, among nearly two hundred people, there were also those who were as dazed as themselves.

Looking up to the right of the platform, the masters of the various academies over there were sitting together, and Zhou Lang was in the middle of it, looking at this side with a gaze containing hope.

The eldest grandson Hong Khan has come down, if he really writes something bullshit, wouldn't he be killed by Master Zhou?

Yongqiu, in this panic, where do you remember, Changsun Hong lifted the brush and drew countless circles in the air on the paper, but he just couldn't put the pen down. There are a lot of poems in my head, but most of them are in the Tang and Song dynasties, and there are few in the Yuan and Ming dynasties.

As soon as the gong sounded, the two prostitutes on the stage turned their heads for the last time, and they were blessed to everyone on top, and the people cheered desperately and applauded like thunder.

This applause was heard in the ears of Changsun Hong, but it was as piercing as a talisman, and the little guys on both sides had already begun to come up to collect the manuscript in accordance with the regulations, and Changsun Hong's position was relatively close to the middle, and it was only a matter of time before he came to him.

He grabbed his hair, anxious, and in desperation, Changsun Hong turned his head sideways and peeked at what a person next to him wrote.

That person is also a student of Lianxi Academy, but he is not from the heavenly class, and he doesn't know Changsun Hong, and he probably wrote it in a hurry, the paper is dripping with ink, and he is sprinkled with a large article, and Changsun Hong just saw the three words "sad and broken", and was discovered by that person.

"What are you looking at?" The man hurriedly flipped the paper over and glared dissatisfied.

The eldest grandson Hong smiled wryly, turned his head boredly, and was still unconvinced: "Broken intestines, broken intestines, what is written, what kind of intestines are broken...... O gut-breaker! ”

He suddenly remembered something, his eyes lit up, as if he had seen a bright light in the night, his spirit was lifted, his mouth was loud, as if he wanted to laugh happily but had no time to laugh, he half knelt on the mat, picked up the pen and pressed the paper, like a dragon dancing, lying on the low table and writing wildly.

When the little guy who received the manuscript walked in front of Changsun Hong, he had just finished writing the last stroke of the last word, took a deep breath, and watched the little guy put the paper on top of the ink that had not dried, folded it together and walked away.

(End of chapter)