"County Zun, Zheng Hao's game can be called a complete victory, the real boy is terrifying, I didn't expect that at his young age, he has laid such a deep foundation on top of Shiwen, and he is so admired that he is so impressed!" A middle-aged man standing next to Qin Jianghua arched his hand and said.

"Brother Shou Nian, I also have a lot of feelings about this, I can only say, God bless me to be Ming, so I descended such a genius! In time, this son will be able to become the pillar of the Ming Society! Cheng Zhixian also bowed back to the middle-aged man.

Zheng Hao glanced at the man and felt that he was a little familiar.

It suddenly occurred to me that I had met him at the poetry meeting in the Zhou Mansion.

This person's surname is Gu, his name is Dan, and his name is longevity, but he is the nephew of Gu Xiancheng, the leader of the Donglin Party, and now he is just a talent and fame.

But Gu Xiancheng has a huge influence, and the Gu family is also Wuxi Wangmen, so Gu Dan can be called a brother and brother to Cheng Zhixian.

The second test is over, followed by the last test.

Cheng Zhixian shuffled all the essay topics on the table, and then randomly selected a random article title, and when he unfolded it, he smiled.

The title of the article drawn this time is still the topic of the discussion between the master and Yan Hui about the use of the sacrificial collection.

He showed the title of the article to everyone at the scene, and said: "Then take this as the topic, and work hard for Zheng Hao and Qin Zihao to write an article within an hour." ”

Zheng Hao and Qin Zihao naturally bowed down and agreed.

Someone brought the four treasures of the study.

Zheng Hao and Qin Zihao sat on a long table by themselves, and someone spread paper and ink for them.

Zheng Hao's mind turned sharply, he thought to himself, this question is a more standardized exam question, and Bagu has been a scholar for more than 200 years, and I don't know how many times I have taken exams at all levels, and Fan Wen will definitely not be less.

After careful consideration, he decided that he would no longer bother with words and sentences, and only write out a piece of the same title in the Qing Dynasty that he remembered in his mind.

Thinking of this, Zheng Hao picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write on the paper.

He didn't make a draft this time.

The left and right are copying ready-made articles in the head, and it doesn't take much effort at all.

And Qin Zihao on the side is still in the process of thinking at this time.

Baguwen is different from other articles that can be written arbitrarily, and its regulations are too strict, and every sentence and word must be carefully scrutinized.

Because of this, writing Bagu Wen is quite slow.

Even if Qin Zihao's talent is convenient, it takes a lot of thought before he can put pen to paper.

Moreover, before the official transcription, he had to make a draft so that any omissions and errors could be corrected on the draft.

Qin Zihao was thinking about it there, but he saw that Zheng Hao had already started to write, which made Qin Zihao panic in his heart.

He thought to himself that if he had conceived for too long, in the eyes of outsiders, he would fall behind again.

Yes, Qin Zihao also picked up a pen and began to write on scratch paper.

Because he wants to compare with Zheng Hao, his ideas are not very mature, and his writing is a little stumbling and very awkward.

Halfway through Qin Zihao's writing, he felt that he was not hateful when he wrote bullshit, so he threw the written manuscript aside in a mess.

He laid out the paper, took a deep breath, and said to himself, don't panic, the more flustered you are, the worse your writing will be, and you still have to think about it well in order to write a good article.

So, he began to take a few deep breaths and close his eyes in meditation.

However, Zheng Hao's writing sound not far away is like spring encroaching on mulberry leaves, continuous and endless, from this point it can be inferred that Zheng Hao's thoughts are like springs, and there is no stagnation.

This brought great psychological pressure to Qin Zihao.

Listening to the sound of rubbing against the paper, where can Qin Zihao conceive the article with peace of mind? His heart is in a mess, the whole thing is impetuous, and he doesn't know what to do.

He thought to himself, it's over, this time he is going to be completely defeated by this country boy.

Everyone on the side was naturally watching the performance of Zheng Hao and Qin Zihao.

They saw that Zheng Hao was writing articles without stopping, and looking at this, he wanted to write an article in one go.

And Qin Zihao wrote some, abandoned it one by one, and then began to close his eyes and meditate, but the uneasy look on his face was collected by everyone.

Many people sighed in their hearts: This so-called prodigy of the Qin family is nothing more than Er'er! Compared with Zheng Hao, the difference between the high and low judgments of Zhen Geer is too far!

Qin Jianghua was standing on the scene at this moment, like a man on his back, standing restlessly, he felt that many people must be mocking him and mocking him!

Today, the Qin family has lost face!

This rebel is really too angry!

Zheng Hao spent about an hour to finish an article of more than 700 words.

For an eight-strand essay, more than 700 words are considered a long speech, because, in the early Ming Dynasty, generally speaking, an eight-strand article was limited to three or four hundred words, and then gradually extended, at most about six hundred words, and Zheng Hao's article directly reached about seven hundred and three crosses.

Zheng Hao blew dry the ink dripping on these written manuscript papers, then got up and arched his hand towards Cheng Zhixian and said: "My lord, the boy's article has been completed, please take a look!" ”

"Hmm! Is that the end of it? It's really fast, it's only half the time. Cheng Zhixian said with a smile.

He looked at Qin Zihao, who had not yet put pen to paper, and said: "Wait a while, when Qin Zihao has also finished the article, it is not too late to evaluate it together." ”

There was a commotion in the crowd.

Zheng Hao has finished it, and Qin Zihao has not yet put pen to paper, and it is clear which is better and which is inferior.

Many people who originally wanted to take the opportunity to attack Cheng Zhixian sighed secretly.

At this moment, Qin Zihao's sweat flowed down his head.

He knew that his fate of failure was already sealed.

At this moment, he didn't have the heart to continue to conceive and write down his unfinished essay without surprise.

He opened his eyes, his face was pale, his body was a little shaky, and he opened his mouth and said to Cheng Zhixian: "County Zun, I am unwell today, and I have no intention of composing, so I gave up this time in the exam." ”

At this time, he actually said that he was going to give up.

This is clearly evasion.

Cheng Zhixian glanced at Qin Zihao, smiled and said, "In this case, then I will allow it, and you can go home and rest." ”

Giving up means throwing in the towel, that's obvious.

Cheng Zhixian naturally would not agree.

"Humph! Son! Shameful stuff! Why don't you go with my house soon? Qin Jianghua was overcast, and shouted at Qin Zihao angrily.

The father and son left with their families in disarray.

And the people of the Qin family who were mixed in the crowd naturally quietly walked away.

"Since Qin Zihao has given up the examination, then all the squires will review this new article of Zheng Hao with me!" Cheng Zhixian greeted these squires who were still at the scene.