But it is still only the person who speaks, which shows that the status and weight of the people above this attic must be beyond imagination. Li Zisheng didn't know why a county school entrance examination attracted such a person, but he came here, and he must give him a deep impression.

Li Zisheng didn't move, just fiddled with the teacup on the table.

"Mr. Kong, Mr. Kong." The director shouted anxiously from the audience.

Kong Zhichong ignored it, but he couldn't bear the supervisor's constant urging, so he also sighed slightly and had to turn around to look at everyone.

Looking at everyone's puzzled eyes, Kong Zhichong felt bitter in his heart for the first time.

"I'm sorry, but I can't comment on this poem." Kong Zhichong finished saying this with almost all his strength, and his eyes, which were originally full of essence, also dimmed at this moment, as if he was really old.

Everyone in the audience suddenly seemed to have exploded, and even the yellow-robed man and others in the attic were leaking strange lights one after another.

The meaning of Kong Zhichong's move is also very obvious, this Li Zisheng's means of writing poetry, or this poem has exceeded Kong Zhichong's ability to evaluate, so that Li Zisheng's talent in poetry is a little too demonic.

Kong Zhichong saw everyone's expressions, and naturally knew what he was thinking, but he was also very helpless, he couldn't reach the realm of this poem, which was Kong Zhichong's most intuitive feeling, so he was not qualified to taste.

"Kong Lao, if you say this, is there a suspicion of remoteness, Li Zisheng's poems Kong Lao, you can't evaluate it, please forgive me for not believing it." Yan Ziqing knew that if this poem written by Li Zisheng could not be commented on even by Kong Lao, then his literary name would be really finished.

So at this time, I don't care about it, and I ask out loud. When Li Zisheng saw everyone, he was even more dumbfounded, he knew the value of this poem very well, and if he wrote this poem so far, the scope of the name of the article is definitely not limited to one state, but the entire Tang Dynasty.

The reason is that Mount Tai seals Zen.

Mount Tai Feng Zen is scheduled for next year, so according to historical records, during this year, Tang Xuanzong patrolled the world and deterred all nations.

According to his teacher, Lingzhou is the first stop, and its purpose is twofold, one is to deter the Turks, and the other is to find people and talents.

According to Li Zisheng's own guess, since he is looking for talents, the first thing to bear the brunt of is nothing more than the place of state and county studies. Just like the school recruitment in the future, the apprenticeship is the focus of this talent search.

This may explain this inexplicable teaching examination, especially according to Zhang Ziyang, a teaching examination actually found a person from Jixian Academy as the chief evaluator, and the meaning is self-evident.

Compared with Li Zisheng's calmness, everyone's emotions have accumulated to a peak, especially after Kong Zhichong said that he couldn't evaluate it, and everyone's sense of expectation was even more exploding.

Kong Zhichong also dodged away, knowing that if he didn't give everyone an explanation, everyone would definitely explode emotionally.

But if this poem is announced, the plan of himself and others will also fall through, and Kong Zhichong's bitterness will also deepen a little, and he will know that this test is not as good as poetry.

Everyone looked closely, and the rice paper of the Li Zi Sanctuary was lined up with eight lines of poems.

However, when everyone finished reading it, they were shocked, even the man in the pale yellow robe above the attic took a cold breath, and Yan Ziqing's face was as gray as dirt.

Jinse

Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

"It's... This... This... Impossible, impossible, how is it possible, how can an eight-year-old child write such poetry, how is it possible. The pale yellow man in the bright robe couldn't be calm at this time.

Naturally, everyone in the audience had the same attitude as this man, and they all gasped, and the originally chaotic lobby was quiet for a short time because of this poem. No one speaks, no one speaks.

"How is it possible, how can an eight-year-old child have such an experience and have such a deep life accumulation, it is definitely not written by him, it is definitely written by others, let him see it."

"Impossible, impossible."

After everyone below was shocked, they erupted into bursts of doubts, not evaluating the poem, but saying that this poem was copied by Li Zisheng who didn't know where he copied it.

Li Zisheng naturally knows that according to his current state, even if he is really a prodigy, it is absolutely impossible to write this kind of poem, but whoever calls himself a person of the next generation, since he wrote this Jinse, then everything will naturally have a rhetoric.

So Li Zisheng still sat there very calmly, not flustered at all, looking at the patterns on the teacup, drawing his fingers round and round, looking like an ignorant naughty boy, bored waiting for the result.

But this look fell in the eyes of everyone, but it had a different charm, especially this calm.

Everyone originally thought that this Li Zisheng must have copied it somewhere, but this calmness, as well as the wonders of this poem, if someone else had written it a long time ago, would have been far away in the Tang Dynasty, and everyone knew it.

Everyone present, each of them has been in the literary field for many years, and they are even more precious about these famous poems, but this Jinse is really unfamiliar, and the most important thing is that it is too much in line with the theme of the academy's examination.

In particular, the old master of the academy is not a poor master, the way of poetry is prevalent in the Tang Dynasty, and poetry is the main way for literati to communicate, so famous poems must be the waves above the wind, everyone knows it, no one knows it.

But this poem is so unfamiliar, and it is definitely a new poem.

"Jin Se, Jin Se, as soon as this Jin Se comes out, the poem of remembrance is incomparably good." The pale yellow man sighed slightly, but it was still difficult to accept that this was an eight-year-old child's poem.

"General Zhou, hand over a note." After the man finished speaking, there were more pens, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table.

The man copied Li Zisheng's Jinse and gave it to General Zhou, so he didn't say anything, just stared blankly at Li Zisheng's Jinse, and this note was directly sent to General Zhou nowhere.

The man's eyes looked at Jin Se, and the color of remembrance in the man's eyes became heavier and heavier, this poem will never be written without experiencing pain, if it is not experienced, if it is written, it must be a natural talent.

To this day, the man still doesn't believe that this was written by an eight-year-old child, and the mood of this poem is too heavy.

Fu looked at Li Zisheng again, Li Zisheng's eyes were full of waves, just playing with the teacup on the table, this demeanor, as if waiting for the result to be announced, was too calm.