After Chen Le finished writing a text perfectly with several pen styles in a row, he slowly dried the ink stains on it, and then turned his eyes to the topic of the poetry exam.

On the snow-white rice paper, the two big characters are a little shocking!

Biansai, the topic of this poetry exam is Biansai!

Two simple words, like a sword, want to jump out of the paper!

It's not the wind and snow, it's not the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, it's not the wine-colored wealth, but the hard side plug!

Chen Le took a deep breath, it turned out to be a side poem! Although the Great Xu Dynasty has a vast terrain, there are always borders, although most of these borders have become a matter of concern for the vassal states now, but in foreign wars, no matter which vassal states will abandon their previous suspicions, unite with each other, and unify with the outside world.

The Daxu Dynasty has the Hunu Kingdom in the west and the Liaodan Kingdom in the north, all of which covet the prosperous splendor of Daxu, and there are also a few small countries in the northeast and southwest that like to make trouble when they have nothing to do.

In the past, Da Xu personally sent troops, but now it is an alliance of vassal states, although every time he can keep the enemy out of the country, he has also suffered heavy losses.

Sideshow!

Chen Le frowned slightly, this is not a limerick poem, no matter how poor the writing is, no matter how straightforward the language is, the Biansai poem is not comparable to a limerick!

It seems that this time I really want to copy the text, I can't write such a poem myself, but how many of these students have really seen Biansai? How many have you really seen that kind of outside the customs, Jin Ge Iron Horse? I'm afraid no one has seen it, right? Even if it's the Master, there aren't many people who have seen it, right?

So why is there such a problem? Chen Le's mind turned slightly, could it be that he was using this to sing his mind? It must be!

But what kind of poem can you write yourself? He only thought for a moment, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he lightly put pen to paper.

The fire shines on Xijing, and I feel uneven.

Yazhang resigned from the phoenix, and rode around the dragon city.

The snow is dark and the flag is painted, and the wind is mixed with the sound of drums.

Rather be a centurion than a scholar.

In this world of low poetry, he didn't believe that anyone in the school palace could surpass this poem, he changed the beginning of this poem to respond to the scene of the side plug, but it was still a fairly regular five rules!

Just when he put down the pen in his hand and was happy, suddenly a person came in front of him, this person seemed to be dressed as a master, Chen Le had seen it in a trance but did not have much impression, this master stopped in front of him, his eyes swept slightly, and he saw the poems on the white paper and black letters.

The master squinted his eyes and watched carefully, and after reading them all, a face seemed to have seen a ghost, and he looked at Chen Le and opened his mouth wide: "This student, you wrote this poem?" ”

Chen Le hurriedly got up and saluted: "It was written by the student, and the ink has not dried up yet." ”

The master's beard trembled slightly under his lips, and he read the poem on the white paper again, and then asked eagerly, "What is the name of this poem?" ”

"From the Army!" Chen Le's voice was sonorous.

"From the military?" The master was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then glanced at Chen Le deeply, turned around and walked away quickly.

Chen Le looked at the master's back, bared his teeth and smiled, sat down again, and began to watch the topic of the theory of the beginning of the country.

The title of the national essay is as simple as the question of the poetry exam, only two words, but it is even more amazing to read.

Piff!

The topic of the national theory turned out to be Piff!

What is Puff? Puff is a man from a commoner background!

What does this person who asked the question of the school palace want to do? You know, although the imperial examination has been held for countless years today, there are still many high-ranking lords in the world, and the cold door is as weak as ever, and it is difficult to really have a long and short relationship with the family.

Chen Le's face was a little gloomy, and then he communicated with the system, and after a while, he changed a small milli in his hand, he dipped it in ink, and wrote a line on the paper:

Pifu is the master of the hundred generations, and in a word, it is the law of the world!

The pen is crisp, the momentum is magnificent, and the sentences are amazing!

Chen Lefen wrote a book, copied the text, and it didn't take long for him to write a blank paper in a hearty and hearty manner!

An hour later, a dozen or so masters in the examiner's room were circulating an exam paper.

On this exam paper, the pen walks the dragon and snake, the iron hook and silver stroke, and a poem is being written, and the title of the poem is from the army!

"It can't be!" An old man with white hair and a white beard, and even his eyebrows were white, stood up with a bird's head cane: "This is absolutely impossible, at a young age, weaker than the crown, how can you make such a poem, this decision is impossible!" ”

"Hahaha, Confucius, don't get excited, no matter how impossible it may be, I've taken this student!"

"Master Zhao, you can't be so selfish, I don't care if this poem is made by a student, just with this handwriting, I will accept him as a student!"

"Don't fight, this student has the same surname as me, it was a family five hundred years ago, how can it not be the turn of the two of you......"

"You, you, are really angry!" Old Master Kong originally wanted to make a gesture, but he didn't expect that the other masters would directly compete for this student regardless of it, and immediately fell to the chair in anger and rolled his eyes.

The dozen or so chief examiners in the room began to quote scriptures and argue, but suddenly heard a clear voice from outside: "Why do you still call me, it's just an exam for upgrading from the Xuan level to the earth level, can't you be the master yourself?" ”

"The palace master is here?"

"Palace Master, please come and see this poem!"

Mr. Jinghua was dressed in a gorgeous robe, and walked in from the outside with a look of vigour, and there was a little scholar beside him, the scholar was handsome, about ten years old, with big eyes rolling around, and a smart body.

He took Chen Le's exam paper from Zhao Fuzi's hand and read it word by word: "Hey, this candidate's poetry is actually better than mine, and this character is also good!" ”

When many masters heard this, their faces had different expressions, and Mr. Jinghua touched his beard: "This student is the one who was kicked out of both the subjects of Lile and Music?" ”

"Exactly!" Zhao Fuzi said: "Palace Master, since there is a special case for students to go on to higher education this year, I want to include him in my discipleship." ”

Mr. Jinghua smiled noncommittally: "Have you read the examination paper of the national theory?" ”

The masters and sons patted their foreheads, and the student's calligraphy and poetry were so amazing that they even ignored another examination paper.

"Yumo, go and take this Chen Le's national theory test paper for me to see!"

The little scholar nodded, and quickly walked out the door, and after a while, he returned to his room with a scroll in his hand, and respectfully handed it to Mr. Kagami.

Mr. Jinghua opened the scroll little by little, and the first thing that caught his eye was the top line, "Pifu is the master of the hundred worlds, and in a word, it is the law of the world"!

His face changed suddenly, and then he took a deep breath and slowly pulled the scroll downward, and as the paper became longer and longer, Mr. Kagami's eyes began to flicker.

At this time, the old master Confucius on the side stood up slowly and walked over with a bird's head cane, as if he wanted to see what was written on this test paper.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Jinghua suddenly smiled, quickly closed the test paper and said: "I have already read the national essay article, this student writes well, even if he fails the next practical class, he can also enter the school palace as a special student to study!" ”

"Palace Master, ...... this test paper," someone asked.

"I'll take the test papers back, as for which class to enter and whose students to be, you can study it yourself." After speaking, Mr. Jinghua held the scroll tightly and gave the little scholar Yumo a look, and the two went out freely, leaving only a group of masters in the room, staring at each other at a loss.