This is the third time Zhu Ziyou has seen Mo Fei's poems. However, the first time I was in Gongyuan, because I was delirious, I saw the words crookedly. The second time in the Tang Dynasty Literary Society, because the students' poems would be copied separately, Zhu Ziyou only saw the poems, but not the handwriting.

And now, it is the first time Zhu Ziyou has seen Mo Fei's handwriting.

He lowered his head, and the vivid small block on the rice paper jumped in front of him, and Zhu Ziyou's eyes showed a little surprise. However, in front of everyone's eyes, he didn't dare to taste and delay too much, and after a cursory glance, he saw what was written on the rice paper, "After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn." The stone hanging in my heart fell half in an instant.

Based on this poem alone, it is clear that Mo Fei is not perfunctory, Zhu Ziyou nodded with satisfaction, looked at Mo Fei with an indifferent face, accepted the exam paper, and signaled that he could step back from the examination table.

Coming down from the examination platform, there were no complicated and dense small words in front of him, and he suddenly felt refreshed. walked to Yaya with a relaxed body, and after walking to the stands over there, Mo Fei glanced at You Shijing next to Yaya, and saw that the other party looked at him provocatively.

Confused.

"Big brother, you're sure you'll be able to make the cut, right?"

The halfway edge behind Yaya, poked out the small brain melon seeds, and looked happy.

"Absolutely."

After speaking, the traveling master on the side snorted coldly. Mo Fei didn't care about this strange woman, and stood next to the maid and looked at the examination platform. It was Yaya, who noticed something, and glanced at You Shijing lightly.

At this point, both the organizers and the audience are exhausted. In the stands, the students looked dullly, bored and lazy looking at the examination platform, and the people behind them had already fallen down in a large area.

Fortunately, there is still a result to support them to stay here, otherwise, who would want to suffer this sin.

After stepping off the examination platform, half an hour passed in a flash. Subsequently, the deacons and examiners on the high platform entered the busy stage of copying and reviewing, and those talented people walked off the examination platform either depressed or lax.

These students found a place to stand down in twos and threes, and everyone inquired about each other's questions about the topic just now. After a few casual words, he waited for the result with fear

At this time, the master stood on the examination platform as always, reciting poems with emotion. Before, there were still many students who were elegant and listened carefully. However, the next meeting has been held until now, and the climax has been repeated, and the hearts of everyone present have already raised their throats, who has the leisure time to listen to you recite poems.

There was silence for a while, but the master thought that everyone was impressed by his recitation, and looked around with some pride, his tone became more and more subdued, and his voice became louder and louder. In this empty square, it looks a little desolate and tragic.

On the high platform, after the examiner got the exam paper, he carefully reviewed it. The chief examiner and the deputy examiner are combined, and the number of students is close to that of the students, plus these people have been immersed in poetry all year round, and you can see the quality of poetry at a glance. So, the speed of review is quite fast.

The speed of review is fast, but it is definitely not hasty. The examiners are divided into three groups, each with people from three countries participating, and each group is responsible for the examination papers of ten students.

Therefore, these examiners are very cautious when marking them. If there is a first-class examination paper, it will be handed over to the four Confucian sages for reconsideration before it is determined.

There are many talents at this level who are originally of a similar level. However, the deans of those academies carefully selected and carefully selected seventeen first-class poems. According to past experience, in this round of the Tianxia Society, the first-class poems generally hovered around eight, with the highest number of poems being ten and the lowest being six.

This year, it broke the record of previous years, and there are 17 poems such as Jia. Moreover, these seventeen poems are very different in style, different from each other, and it is really surprising to look like they were written by different people.

After the results were marked, the papers were handed out to the deacons, and the slips of paper were torn up, and the examiners recorded the rankings.

Zhu Ziyou held the purple rabbit in his hand, and looked at the exam papers in the hands of those examiners with bright eyes. Subsequently, there was a humanitarian: ""March Jiangchun", First Class, Han Wenyuan of Qin State. ”

Zhu Ziyou added a word A to Han Wenyuan's name.

As soon as the pen stopped, there was another humanitarian: ""Dian Jiang Lip", First Class, Han Guo Yunyi." ”

“…… First class, Qin Guowen pen yun. ”

“…… First class, Datang Leng Futong. ”

After a while, five first-class poems were recorded, but there was still not one under his name. Zhu Ziyou was apprehensive in his heart, and the hand holding the pen began to tremble, could it be ...... Can't you make poems? Don't...... Did you read that poem wrongly?

"Brother Zhu, what's wrong with you?"

Just when Zhu Ziyou was stunned, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder and shouted a few times. Zhu Ziyou immediately came to his senses and said repeatedly: "Aoao, it's okay, I'm tired of saying it again." ”

The man said, "Well...... Okay, this song "Autumn Evening in the Mountain House", first-class, Datang Mo Fei. Brother Zhu, record it. ”

"Hey, good!" Zhu Ziyou responded, and then thought of who the person just said was...... Mo Fei, opened his eyes, and exclaimed, "Are you talking about Mo Fei?" ”

"Yes, Brother Zhu, what's wrong with you? It looks like it's in a trance. ”

Zhu Ziyou couldn't help but be overjoyed, and while burying his head in the record, he said continuously: "It's okay, it's okay." Take a look at the next exam paper. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was another person next to him: "There is another song here, and "Yongliu" is also first-class." Hey...... It's weird, it's Datang again. ”

"Ahh Good! ”

Zhu Ziyou exclaimed when he heard this. According to the practice of previous years, once someone can write first-class poems at the meeting, basically, the promotion to the top ten is already a certainty. Now, under the strict review of the four great Confucian sages, there are already two first-class poems, which are ...... It's amazing.

Hahaha...... This kid deserves to be the top of the Tang Dynasty Literary Association. Amazing! Disastrous!

Zhu Ziyou's joy has not been suppressed, and there is a humanitarian: ""Title Xilinbi", first-class, Tang Mofei, Brother Zhu, you record it again." ”

"What...... What the? Is it again? ”

Zhu Ziyou looked at the man in disbelief, how could it be? Three first-class poems? Fortunately, it was only three, otherwise, he thought he was going to break the record of eight first-class poems of Confucianism?

Then he said: "It's strange, this "Bodhisattva Man", first-class, is still nothing." ”

"What?" At this time, not only Zhu Ziyou, but others also realized the seriousness of the problem! Could it be that one person already has four first-class poems, which is a rare thing in the world, you know, the father of You Zai back then had five first-class poems in this round.

At this time, the four great Confucian sages at the top were also a little shocked, and with excitement, You Zaifu and others urged: "Hurry up and divide the volume." ”

Everyone hurriedly buried their heads in dividing the volumes, but they were all tacitly looking for Mo Fei's poems.

"Qujiang", first-class, Datang Mo Fei."

It's true...... Five songs!!

""Sujian Dejiang", first-class, Datang Mo Fei."

……

Everyone was petrified in place, and the six first-class poems were only one step away from breaking the record of Confucianism and sage that year. At this time, the four examiners suddenly stood intently, stunned.

"There's also a first-class poem here,...... Nothing else. ”

"Here, too."

"Here, too."

"There is also this song "Autumn Ruixiang", first-class, which is also non-existent." Almost at the same time, the four of them spoke quickly with tacit understanding.

Ten songs? How...... Possible? Whenever a first-class poem was written, everyone was shocked, but before this mood calmed down, another first-class poem was written, which made them even more shocked. The excitement is better than the wave, and the examiner on the high platform is beating with a "bang", feeling that there is a drum hammer beating inside.

The rankings are arranged and recorded. However, on the high platform, there was an eerie silence.

It's unimaginable...... Ten first-class songs. Originally, a total of 17 first-class copies were approved, and there was no one person, and 10 were monopolized. Zhu Ziyou, who was in the record book, his hands were trembling constantly, and there were no more than two big characters in his pen, which were shining at this time, and his eyes were sour.

After a while, someone broke the silence and muttered, "This ...... It's too rebellious. Fortunately, the top ten in this round are not ranked, otherwise, with only these ten first-class poems, will others still have the confidence to continue to participate in the public examination? ”

Mrs. An, Uncle Ling and others looked at each other, and there was more helplessness and regret in their hearts, but they didn't expect that there was such a demon in Datang. But...... This day will be held again.

In fact, from the beginning of this set of questions until the real end of the next meeting, they will all spend time in the Hanlin Academy, unable to communicate with the outside world. Even if you want to tell the students of your academy about this unfortunate news, you can't do anything.

Faced with this terrible fact, the crowd fell silent for a long time. Then, a smile bloomed on the face of Mr. Ye Gongshu's vicissitudes of life, and he waved his hand and said, "Announce the ranking!" Don't keep the kids waiting. ”

As the host, King Xian took three steps and made two steps, and quickly stepped forward. Yan Xiaoyan said: "Since this is the case, then I will announce the results." After speaking, he picked up the booklet handed by Zhu Ziyou, and the whole person felt floating, and hurriedly walked to the examination platform.

On the chairs on both sides of the high platform, the third prince of the Qin Kingdom was sitting in a precarious position, and he was drinking tea with his head bowed at this time, but if you look closely, you will find that there is a terrifying killing intent in his eyes.

The top of the list of the Tianxia Society must not fall into the hands of the Tang Dynasty, otherwise, the Qin State will ...... What you are ready to do will be wasted.

Could it be ...... Is it? If you fail the next round of public examinations, then you will not die. Otherwise...... I can only blame you for your bad luck and bad fate.

The third prince glanced at Mo Fei, and the corners of his lips pulled out a hint of insidiousness.

At this moment, King Xian had already walked briskly to the examination platform, tidied up his clothes slightly, looked at the eager eyes of everyone in the audience, and opened the booklet in his hand.