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In Datang, it is unprecedented.

Between the shouts, everyone applauded one after another, raised their fists and bare sleeves, and only hated that they couldn't go on the field to give Mo Fei two slaps and talk about their excitement.

The virtuous king let these people make noise and shouting, and looked at Mo Fei with honor. Winning the top spot and ranking first means that Canghai Academy is full of talents. As the vice president of Canghai Academy, he is naturally happy to see it.

In fact, if it weren't for his identity, he would have wanted to laugh a few times.

After a long applause, probably because the palms of the hands were numb and the voices were hoarse, everyone sat down with excitement, and the scene gradually quieted down.

Seeing this, King Xian continued to announce the rankings, and next, Leng Futong unexpectedly won the second place, and Ye Chen won the third place. Followed by the fourth-class forest, the fifth-class Li Yanyi, the sixth-class Li Zhi, the seventh-class Ye Lingzhu, the eight-top Li Siyuan, the nineth-class Li Yixing, and the tenth-class condensation cream.

This Datang Cultural Conference unexpectedly won the top spot, which was eye-catching. And Lin Mu, Li Yanyi and Ye Lingzhu are sudden uprisings, which also surprised everyone. It's just that this kind of surprise is a little insignificant compared to the shock it brings.

"After the announcement of the top ten rankings, on another good day, Your Majesty will personally draw up a reward and then commend it. I hope that all students will make persistent efforts to wait for the next meeting, win the top spot for Datang, and revitalize Datang Wendao. ”

After Xianwang Wen finished speaking, he folded the rice paper in his hand and retreated from the examination platform.

"Boom! Boom! "Knock" gongs and drums sounded, and the sound fell again, which means that in the eleventh year of Qiancheng, the Tang Dynasty Cultural Association came to an end.

This was followed by the next meeting.

On the stands, seeing the end of the literary meeting, everyone looked in the direction of Mo Fei with salivating eyes. only to find that at some point, the kid had slipped away. Everyone was annoyed, and slapped the thighs of the person next to them with both hands, and the "pop" sounded, oops, this carelessness let the kid slip away.

"You're a two-ball, you have to die?"

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The Tang Wenhui won the top spot with unprecedented results, and the news spread throughout Chang'an.

In the next day or two, outside Canghai Academy, many chief housekeepers of the house came with large bags and small bags and valuable gifts. Even if there is the outer door of the academy in the way, even if there is the gate of the Cangzhu courtyard in the way, there are still many people who break through the layers of obstacles and reach the door of the page.

These people, under Zheng Du's horizontal eyebrows and cold faces, stopped in front of a page of books under the inaction of Yaya, and could not enter an inch again.

The trouble lasted for several days, and the news that Ye Gongshu was assassinated was like a thunderclap on the ground, shocking Chang'an. The Manchu Dynasty's civil and military, famous scholars and students, jointly wrote a letter requesting the emperor to investigate the matter thoroughly.

The saint was furious, and ordered the Criminal Department and the Hanging Heaven Mansion to work together to thoroughly investigate the matter, and it was necessary to arrest the real culprit, give this Tang Confucian sage an explanation, and give an explanation to the world's scholars.

This matter is getting more and more intense, and those dignitaries and dignitaries have begun to be people with their tails between their legs, and when they see the Ye family and the people of Canghai Academy, they have to retreat, for fear of getting involved. Thus, a page of the book is also quiet.

In the past few days, except for Zheng Du coming over from time to time to eat and drink, one page of the book belongs to the most half-edged.

Half of the margin begged for a living on weekdays, and all he ate was leftovers, and after a page of the book, Mo Fei and Yaya were not stingy, and changed their ways to make all kinds of delicious food. Sugar gourds, casseroles, chicken pots, these half-edges and Zheng Du, unheard of, unseen foods emerge endlessly on the table.

Looking at it is mouth-watering, the index finger moves.

The food is really novel and delicious, Zheng Du eats refreshingly, but he can still hold his face. But Banyuan is still young, childlike heart, joy, anger and sorrow are all on his face, squinting while sipping, and smiling: "Delicious, delicious." ”

In addition to being delicious, Banyuan said the most was "Big brother, you are so amazing", "Big brother, talk about Sun Wukong again, talk about Sun Wukong again, I still have to listen", "Sister Yaya, the food you cook is delicious." ”

Eyes adore, words sincere.

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In the first two days, Zheng Du could still eat food and listen to stories with joy. But after a long time, I saw that I didn't read poems and recite words all day long, nor did I write at my desk.

Zheng Du is a little unate.

Occasionally put down the chopsticks, looked at Mo Fei seriously, and said: "It's going to be the next day soon, you ...... like this"

At this time, Mo Fei laughed and said, "Do you know what happened to the six-eared macaque in the end?" Banyuan hurriedly echoed on the side: "And then? And then what? Big brother, speak quickly. ”

"The six-eared macaque and the Monkey King fought all the way to the Netherworld......"

Hearing Mo Fei start telling the story again, Zheng Du was angry in his heart, and he had nowhere to vent. The beard blew his beard and stared at his head to the side, but his ears were honestly pricked up, listening to the bizarre story of learning from the scriptures.

Every time he listens to it, Zheng Du always has to sigh, and this sigh is not for the story of "Journey to the West". but sighed with admiration, ashamed of his own heart.

Whenever I think of Mo Fei's poems, the stories in his mind, and his ideas of making food, Zheng Du can't help but sigh, could it be that the young generation who were born in the world and compete with his peers, I don't know if it is lucky or unlucky?

When Zheng Du sighed, His Majesty the Emperor took time out of his busy schedule to finally distribute the rewards of the top ten in the Tang Dynasty.

The top ten in the literary association, all of them entered the Hanlin Academy and served as a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy.

Hanlin Bachelor is just a title in Datang, with no actual power and no official rank. But for these readers, it is a great honor.

However, relatively speaking, Mo Fei feels that he does not need to go to work, does not need to deal with affairs, and still has a monthly salary to receive, which is the biggest benefit brought by Hanlin Bachelor.

In addition to the name of the Hanlin Bachelor, the rest of the things rewarded by His Majesty the Emperor are the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, rare calligraphy and painting of the Imperial Palace. Mo Fei looked at it and tucked these things under the bed.

The things given by the emperor are useless, so it is better to exchange them for silver and hold them for real.

Of course, he can only think about this kind of thought, if he lets those old pedants know, he will definitely give him two slaps and make him wake up. What a sven scum, that's ...... A peerless collection of paintings and calligraphy!

In the two days after the reward was issued, in addition to the assassination of Ye Gongshu and the aftermath of the Tang Dynasty Cultural Association, it was still rippling in Chang'an. With the advent of the Tianxia Meeting, talents, envoys and officials from Qin and Han also began to pour into Chang'an.

There is also news that this meeting will be unprecedented.

The four great Confucian sages of Zhongzhou, You Zaifu, Ye Gongshu, Ram Uncle, and Taishu Ling will all attend this meeting. In addition, Mrs. An, the dean of Daqin Women's Academy, will lead Yan Xinchen, the first talented woman in Zhongzhou, to Chang'an.

An unprecedented literary meeting is about to begin.