When the next day meeting was held, Chang'an City was calm on the surface, but in fact, there was an undercurrent. One is the turmoil in the government, and the other is that Chang'an tea was looted by Qin merchants. These two seemingly unrelated things, but because of Mo Fei's existence, they are inextricably linked, and they develop at the same time in a strange state.

On the second day when Mo Fei said "the fish is hooked", it was the public test for the top ten to compete for the top three.

In the morning, Mo Fei and Yaya went to the outskirts of the city as usual for martial arts training. Feeling that the time was almost up, the two quickly rushed back to the place where the world would meet.

Today's cultural meeting scene is no different from yesterday's situation, there are still so many people, and the mood is still so high. Ye Chen, Ye Lingzhu and a group of talented people who stopped in the top ten are now light, and they also came to watch the grand event.

Among these people, the most complicated mood is Pei Jiannan, as the fourth gentleman of the Qin State, he is very confident in his literary talents. However, in yesterday's public examination, he fell to Sun Shan, on the other hand, his rival in love was not Fei, but he was promoted safely, and compared with the two, he was very unhappy.

But in any case, if you can easily write ten poems in a short period of time, you will be promoted to the top ten. No one will doubt that he is a person who sells his reputation and reputation, if it weren't for the poisonous aura of the Tang Dynasty genius on his head, I am afraid that his yesterday would be even more amazing.

But...... I don't care much about these false names.

As everyone went to the exam platform.

From this round onwards, the Wenhui will enter a state of tragic fighting, and even the title is not as simple as poetry. After getting the question, he took a cursory look at it and saw three types of questions on the rice paper. Among these three types of questions, the first category is five poems with limited themes, the second category is five words with limited themes, and the third category is an article.

There are many topics and time is limited.

For these ten people, it is almost impossible to finish it. Because if you want to write an article, whether it is the idea, structure or writing idea, it will consume a lot of time. In addition, there are ten poems, which increases the amount of questions.

Therefore, in previous years, at the heavenly meeting, when it came to this round of public examination, few people could finish the questions.

However, this situation, for Mo Fei, naturally does not exist. As a copyist, all the answers are in his mind, as long as he can find the right answer, and the questions are matched together, it is enough to deal with this kind of literary meeting.

Yan has no way, the Warring States raised volunteers, cut down the king, unified Zhongzhou, hundreds of years later, the Warring States repeated the mistakes of the past.

Is it a satire of the past and the present, a metaphor for the government?

Compared with ancient China, speech in this era was relatively free, and people's minds were not closed. When it comes to cultural associations and the like, the policy will be relaxed accordingly. Although it is not yet to the extent of speaking freely, appropriate discussion of current affairs is an act that the authorities are more encouraging.

"Just write "A Fang Gong Fu"!" Mo Fei muttered and wrote directly: ""Abang Gongfu": Six kings, four seas and one, Shushan Wu, A Fang out. Covering more than 300 miles, isolated from the sky. …… The heart of one person, the heart of ten million. …… The Qin people have no time to mourn themselves, and future generations mourn them; Later generations mourn and do not learn from it, and it also makes future generations mourn for future generations. ”

Although the state of Qin is involved in this article, it has not been changed. One is that time is rushed, and it is not allowed to carefully consider words and sentences, and to study allusions. One is the allusion in this article, not the past history of this world, throwing away the allusions and misfortunes of people with intentions, he can completely justify himself.

After "A Fang Gongfu" was written, Mo Fei began to consider the ten poems. It is said that it is a matter of consideration, but it is only a brief reflection on whether the poem in question is suitable for the topic, so each question is almost swept at a glance and begins to be answered.

""The Old Man's Village": The old man has chicken millet and invited me to Tian's house. ……”

"Nanpu Farewell": Nanpu is sad and farewell, and the west wind is curling in autumn. ……”

……

"Butterfly Love Flowers? Hard work is the most pitiful to the sky and the moon": Hard work is the most pitiful to the sky and the moon, the night is like a ring, and the night is a night. ……”

When Mo Fei has completed all the questions, "Knock knock! The gongs and drums had already sounded, and although these high-profile genius teenagers, although they were accustomed to writing poems and lyrics in this tight time, they still heard an inaudible sigh.

"Humph!"

Mo Fei was walking down the stage, and Yang Zijian, who was passing by next to him, snorted lightly and coldly. This cold snort implied disdain and sarcasm, and then, Yang Zijian seemed to have the chance to win, and walked off the stage with a high spirit.

Yan Xinchen, who was following behind Mo Fei, accidentally glanced at Mo Fei when he was answering the question just now, and saw that he was still answering the question without thinking, and wrote directly. In addition to surprise, there were more doubts in his heart, and he originally wanted to come forward and ask him if he had answered all the questions, but he unexpectedly noticed Yang Zijian's actions.

She didn't like Yang Zijian's attitude. Worriedly glanced at Mo Fei, and saw that he was treated with such contempt, not arrogant or impatient, calm and calm, revealing a free and natural temperament, but admired.

"Sister Xinchen, what's wrong?"

Seeing Yan Xinchen in a daze, Yun Yao shouted not far away. Yan Xinchen realized that he had unconsciously followed Mo Fei for a while. Yan Xinchen lowered his head timidly, and quickly turned around and walked towards Yun Yao.

This ...... It's big.

……

The examiners on the high platform were shocked beyond comprehension after seeing Mo Fei's poems yesterday. Therefore, when faced with today's examination papers, no matter what wonderful poems appear, they are not surprised.

So, when I see poems such as "The Old Man's Village", "Nanpu Farewell", "Butterfly Love Flower", etc., I can't help but think about it, this is what Mo Fei wrote!

On the high platform, the examiner was busy.

Suddenly, someone reviewed "A Fang Gongfu" and hesitated: "This article is excellent, but ...... Will it cause trouble? ”

The one who spoke was an old-fashioned old pedant, with a rather old-fashioned feudal concept, and after speaking, he handed the rice paper in his hand to You Zai's father.

You Zaifu and the others took it and looked at it, waved their hands and said, "It's okay!" This allusion is not a real history, maybe it is the name of Qin! Harmless. Kindness...... The article is excellent, not like it is written by young people, and the pen is very sophisticated. ”

Someone listened to Father Youzai's words and muttered in a joking tone: "It won't be that again, right?" ”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and someone chimed in: "Maybe." ”

After the man finished speaking, the examiners got busy again, and continued to mark the papers, dividing them, ranking them, and recording them.

The determination of the top three needs to be carefully selected and repeatedly evaluated.

However, as soon as everyone finished dividing the papers, they tacitly let Mo Fei enter the top three.

These poems are really ...... Great, in this tight time, the poems that Mo Fei made are placed in all the poems, and the high and low judgments are made.

Moreover, everyone found that Mo Fei's poems are not fixed in style, either sad or happy, heroic or graceful. Changing the subject matter and the idea, his style of writing poems and lyrics immediately changed, and he was not confined to one form.

It's amazing to be able to do that.

On the high platform, after those examiners expressed their positions, the four Confucian sages muttered for a while, and then arranged the rankings on the booklet.