In Chang'an, there is a rumor circulating in the market: back then, the deceased Princess Sheng and His Majesty the Emperor An Tong had a leg in private, and Li Zhi was their illegitimate son. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Therefore, after His Majesty the Emperor experienced the battle for the heir, although he was suspicious, in order to cover up Li Zhi's identity, he was favored by King Sheng.

And King Sheng was cuckolded, and he could swallow his anger, which was exchanged for today's glory and wealth.

Rumors spread with noses and eyes, but they don't believe it.

In all fairness, the hatred of killing one's father and taking one's wife are all hatreds that are not shared by the sky, but as long as a man is a man, who can endure this breath. Judging from the prestige of the current Beiya Forbidden Army, King Sheng is not a cowardly and incompetent person, so he naturally will not suffer great shame in vain.

His Majesty the Emperor today has the talent of the world and the ability to govern the country, and he is not a foolish and dull person. How could he be so relieved to hand over the Northern Ya Forbidden Army to King Sheng. Isn't this self-defeating!

But...... If it is King Sheng and the current saint who has the good of Longyang and the habit of breaking sleeves, he still believes in this.

After all...... That's a reasonable guess.

Mo Fei thought with a bad taste in his heart.

Li Zhi on the side lowered his face coldly, laughed cruelly, and strode onto the examination platform.

Mo Fei looked at Li Zhi and shook his head, and walked up calmly.

The young man in white next to Li Siyuan looked at Mo Fei's mouth slightly upturned. This Chang'an, except for the teenagers of those families, no one dares to be so sarcastic about Li Zhi, who has always been perverse and arrogant.

The young man in black in front of him is interesting.

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Fifty students walked up to the examination platform, led by the deacon, and stood in the center to draw lots. The drawing of lots will determine the position of the student's exam, and then the invigilator and transcriber will be selected accordingly. Although the public examination is of this level, the chance of cheating is very small. However, for the sake of prudence, many measures will be implemented accordingly.

After the casting of lots, the deacons stepped back and ordered. Mo Fei stood on the examination platform, waiting for the results, and looked towards the five people on the high platform.

This is the first time Mo Fei has seen Mr. Ye Gongshu, at this time, the white-haired old man is sitting on a chair, in good spirits, looking at the students below with a pair of deep and wise eyes. From time to time, I will have a few words of laughter with the elegant and famous gentleman next to him. On the other hand, the king of leisure, although not obese, is also rich, and is lazy and leisurely on the chair, squinting and napping. On both sides, on one side is the gray-haired and unsmiling cold seal sipping tea with a straight face, and on the other hand, the lean Ou Yezi squinting and smiling and having fun with Ye Gongshu and King Xian.

As in previous years, this public examination is divided into three contents: poems, lyrics, and articles. The theme was drawn up by His Majesty the Emperor on the same day, and after the examiners had considered it and avoided situations similar to those of previous years, it was decided.

In the past few sessions, His Majesty the Emperor has been based on the three outlines and five constants of persuasion, family and country, and monarchs and ministers, and the theme of reading and persuading learning. But this year's incident in the grassland on the outskirts of the city caused a fight between the two factions in the court, which made His Majesty the Emperor anxious. His Majesty the Emperor was sad in his heart, so he casually said that he was worried.

The topic was decided.

This topic seems simple, but for these students who have been in fine clothes and food since childhood, it is a headache.

The gongs and drums sounded again, and the public test began. Although most students can sit calmly in front of the bookcase and think, there are also students who scratch their ears and cheeks and look left and right to find out what to do.

Insiders look at the doorway, and laymen look at the liveliness.

For the spectators in the stands, who can sit calmly in front of the bookcase, obviously because they are confident.

"Look, Leng Futong has begun."

"And Lin Mu, he also started."

"Who's that? …… The son who was with the four princes just now. ”

"Also...... Yes...... That's it. ”

Gong and drum "Knock! Boom! Knock ......" ten voices fell. Almost at the same time, four people were writing at the same time and writing at the same time. There was an uproar in the room, and this was also ...... It's too rebellious!

Not only the audience was shocked, but even the students on the examination platform were shocked.

They are not surprised by a cold child, and they are not surprised by a forest tree. Although the young man in white was unheard of, he must be able to be with the four princes, and his strength should not be underestimated, and they are not surprised. But...... Mo Fei, who they looked down on from the bottom of their hearts just now, how could they start writing so quickly.

Among the judges on the high platform, Zheng Duzheng looked at Mo Fei with burning eyes, and Lao Huai continued to stroke his gray beard with satisfaction. The person next to him was the invigilator who received Mo Fei's papers in the Gongyuan that day, and looked at Zheng Du's gaze, and saw that the young man who started the pen seemed to be familiar, and then remembered the situation of the Gongyuan that day, he was stunned in his heart, and shook his head with a wry smile.

Really...... There are talents in the country.

Half of the stands opened his small mouth, and after a long time, he was surprised: "Big brother is so powerful." ”

At this time, Mo Fei had already entered the realm of selflessness, and he had no time to take into account the expressions of the people around him. When I saw the title, I thought about it for a while with the beating of gongs and drums, and then began to pick up the pen.

Mo Fei's first poem on rice paper, the pen fell: ""The Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind": The August Autumn Wind Roars, Rolling the Triple Thatched on My House. …… There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the poor people in the world are happy. ……”

is still the graceful and agile little stroke, which is free to sway, without the slightest pause. At this time, there was silence in the venue, and everyone listened to the rustling sound and looked at the four people on the stage in surprise.

With the four of them starting to write, Li Siyuan, Ye Chen, Li Yixing, Condensation Cream, Ye Lingzhu, and Li Zhi also began to write.

After the first article was written, Mo Fei immediately began to write on the second piece of rice paper: ""Ugly Slave": The young man does not know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor. Worried about the new words. Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But the weather is cool and autumn. ”

Everyone was stunned for a while, and then looked at Lin Mu, Leng Futong, and the white-clothed young man, the three of them had already finished the first poem, but when they wrote the words, they still hesitated before starting. Could it be...... Why is there no pause?

This time, even Leng Futong and the three of them were surprised in their hearts, could it be that the other party had already thought of the words in the ten gongs and drums just now? After a little pause, the three of them hurriedly wrote again.

And after writing the words, there was still no pause, and he continued to write directly on the third piece of rice paper: ""Words for Returning": Returning to Xi, the countryside will not return? Both self-conscious and self-serving, melancholy and sad? Realize that the past is not admonished, and those who know the future can be traced. …… Wealth is not my wish, and the emperor's hometown is unexpected. ……”

Writing poems, lyrics, and articles, without the slightest pause. At this time, both the students on the examination platform and the spectators in the stands have been petrified.

On the high platform, even the King of Leisure, who had been pretending to sleep, woke up after feeling that the atmosphere was wrong. Ye Gongshu and the others looked at Mo Fei with a smile, and wondered in their hearts, if the other party was not making up nonsense, could it be because he had written this kind of poem before, so he could do it easily? But he is young and has a lot of experience, where is there so much sorrow to write about?

But if not...... So what? Don't...... Is this person a Wenqu star?

With these doubts and excitement in their hearts, the curiosity in the hearts of Ye Gongshu and the others gradually rose.