Of course, the selection of horses could not have been personally selected by Emperor Renzong, if there were no several powerful people to stir up, it was normal for the emperor to marry Li Wei directly, and the person in charge of the initial selection was Emperor Renzong's most trusted eunuch Wang Zhongzheng.

The location was in the meeting hall of the Zongren Mansion, and when Yang Zheng arrived at the side hall next to the hall, there were already five or six teenagers sitting in the side hall either arrogantly or coldly.

Yang Zheng found a place in the corner and sat quietly, observing these people who were going to be ponies, and one of them caught Yang Zheng's attention, a particularly ugly person.

It stands to reason that the emperor chooses a horse for his daughter, in addition to his family background, his appearance must also be passable, after all, the emperor is also a human being, but only this ugly young man is obviously one of the candidates.

Wang Zhongzheng and several officials of the Hanlin Academy sat in the hall, these officials of the Hanlin Academy will inspect the candidates' talents, as a celebrity around the emperor, Wang Zhongzheng naturally knows the emperor's thoughts, today's inspection of talent is specially prepared for Li Wei, after all, other magnates are either relatives of the emperor, or Jiangmen, if you want to eat, drink and have fun, it must be the top of each one, and there must not be much.

After a while, a little eunuch brought everyone to the hall, where tables and chairs had already been set up, with fine pen, ink, paper, and inkstones, and every time Wang Zhongzheng read a name, a little eunuch led people to a special seat.

"Li Wei!"

Wang Zhongzheng's loud voice sounded, and the ugly young man followed the little eunuch to the middle of the first row, and Yang Zheng suddenly realized that it was recorded in history that Li Wei was not good-looking, but it turned out to be so bad.

After the roll call and everyone was done, Wang Zhongzheng said with a serious expression:

"Okay, let's not talk much about gossip, just learn a topic already on the table, write a poem about the spring rain, and draw a picture, limited to two hours, let's start now,"

This topic is not difficult for those who are well-educated, but except for Li Wei, who is sitting in the hall, he has some talents, and the others are still in the stage of literacy.

Although Yang Zheng's unlucky predecessor has read a lot of books, this poetry and painting is different from which subsets of classics and classics, Yang Zheng is a modern person, where does he know how to compose poems, but this is good, there is no need to hide it.

Yang Zheng also thought that these people could be regarded as the top class of the Great Song Dynasty, and simple poetry and painting should not be difficult for them, so his chances would be infinitely reduced.

Sitting in the seat, holding a good wolf pen but not used to it, put down the brush, picked up the ink ingot and began to grind, this action made the official sitting above shake his head, and scolded in his heart, it was a straw bag again.

Yang Zhengke doesn't care about these, he doesn't care whether he will or not, he still has to have an attitude, he can't write in the way he holds a pen, he just holds a pen.

Yang Zheng pondered for a long time about the poems of the rain, and still had no clue, there were many famous poems about spring rain after the Northern Song Dynasty in his mind, but he wanted to lose the election, and he wrote these up, I am afraid that it will be difficult for these examiners to make him lose.

Half of the time has passed in a flash, and the white paper in front of Yang is still empty, and Li Wei in front of him has already handed over the paper to the examiner, and the others are filling in the words and drawing in a decent way, whether they understand it or not.

After pondering and meditating for a long time, Yang Zheng finally remembered a limerick poem by Xie Jin, the prime minister of the Ming Dynasty:

Spring

Spring rain is as expensive as oil, and it rains all over the streets

Fallen scholars, laughing at a herd of cows

Write the brush with the writing method of the pen, the words are just barely able to make people understand, not to mention calligraphy or something, ink painting Yang Zheng will not, but I studied sketching in college, and I usually practice when my hands are itchy, and my skills are becoming more and more proficient, although the sketch effect drawn with the brush is not satisfactory, but looking at the vivid and vivid few laughing characters on the paper, Yang Zheng is still very satisfied.

After the ink dried, Yang Zheng handed in the test paper.

Poof!

The examiner took the exam paper, only glanced at it, and couldn't help laughing, then realized that the venue was wrong, and quickly held back a smile and handed the paper to his curious colleague.

Suddenly, a group of officials swept away the boredom born of boredom and whispered happily.

It's not just the poems that introduce laughter, but what makes people laugh is the strange painting, which has no elegant artistic conception, but perfectly expresses the verses, and even can see the casual expression of a college student who falls down and is ready to get up.

These Hanlin officials are all the champions of the previous scientific examinations, and they are all excellent in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but they have never seen such painting skills.

Yang Zheng's task has been completed, and after handing in the papers, he went to Kaifeng in a leisurely manner, and he has not visited the largest and most prosperous city on the earth at this time.

And when Yang Zhengzheng was leisurely strolling around Kaifeng City, in a side hall behind the meeting hall of the Zongren Mansion, a seven or eight-year-old girl held Yang Zheng's test paper and couldn't put it down, and Wang Zhongzheng next to him was painstakingly persuading the little girl to return the test paper to him.

"Father-in-law, this Yang Zheng is not only good-looking, but also paints well, unlike any Li Wei, who is so ugly and can't paint well, those people also say that he is good at poetry and painting, and I am so angry"

The little girl was naturally Princess Fukang, who ran away from Zhao Zhen secretly, and she didn't mean to return the painting to Wang Zhongzheng at all, pointing to the Hanlin officials outside and saying unhappily.

"Princess, this painting has to be shown to the official family, don't be embarrassed by the princess" Wang Zhongzheng looked at the little girl in front of him who looked like a fairy, and said pitifully, looking like a fairy, but with a demon's heart.

"Yes, this is up to the emperor to decide, let's go, let's go to the emperor," Princess Fukang carried the hem of her fur cloak and skirt and jumped to the carriage outside, and Wang Zhong behind her was busy following with the palace maid guards.

"Father, mother, look"

As soon as she entered the Funing Palace, Princess Fukang waved the test paper in her hand and ran to Zhao Zhen, Zhao Zhen took her daughter in her arms lovingly, took the test paper and looked at Wang Zhongzheng, who followed up.

"The official family, the little one is guilty, Her Royal Highness the princess secretly ran to the Zongren Mansion, this is the test paper of one of the candidates"

Wang Zhongzheng secretly glanced at Zhao Zhen, and saw that Zhao Zhen did not have an unhappy expression, so he whispered cautiously.

"Hmm," Zhao Zhen knew that his daughter was eccentric, and it was not surprising that he would do such a thing, so he opened the test paper at the moment, ready to see what kind of poems made his daughter like it so much.

The first thing that caught Zhao Zhen's eyes was not a few lines of poetry, but a vivid painting, after reading the painting, and then looking at the above few lines of poetry, the smile on Zhao Zhen's face became stronger and stronger.

"This painting is very interesting, Yang Zheng, the Yang family of Tianbo Mansion?"

Zhao Zhen asked with interest.

"Back to the official's house, exactly, this is someone else's directory" Wang Zhongzheng handed over the list he was holding and replied in a low voice.

"Hmm"

Zhao Zhen took the list and looked at it casually, and sure enough, most of the talents were extremely poor, only Li Wei was excellent, and Yang Zheng's name was blank, which was difficult to define.

Yang Zheng's test paper is in his hand, although the words are a little ugly, and there are talents to learn, but at first glance, it is a wild way, and he naturally prefers orthodox readers like Li Wei in his heart, and after a while, he said to Miao Guifei beside him:

"Well, Concubine Ai, you see that this Li Wei is very good at learning, it's better to..."

"Father, this Li Wei is so ugly, I don't want it, father..."

Before Miao Guifei could speak, Princess Fukang in Zhao Zhen's arms said pitifully, her big eyes were already filled with fog, and this trick tried all kinds of tricks for Zhao Zhen.

"The official, the concubine hopes that you will think about it again, after all, this is related to the happiness of Fukang's life..."

Miao Guifei has always disagreed to marry her daughter to Li Wei, Li Wei's appearance is still secondary, the important thing is that Li Wei's family is completely dependent on Renzong's support to barely squeeze into the elite, and they have no foundation in themselves, and they are not an ideal candidate for a horse at all.

"Official, the concubine heard that the commander of the guards, the pro-army and the Ma army, is seriously ill, so it is better to let Lord Li serve as the commander..."