In the first round of public examinations yesterday, Ye Chen, Li Yixing and others ranked among the top ten without any suspense, and everyone had expected this result. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoIn fact, whether it is the Datang Wenhui or the Tianxia Society, there are strict requirements for age - that is, it cannot be more than 30 years old. There is no limit to the number of participants.

Among the top ten, such as Li Zhi, Li Yixing, Li Siyuan and others, have participated in the last Tianxia meeting, so they have experience and strength. Relatively speaking, except for Li Yanyi, who didn't know the origin, the other eight people, the youngest Ye Lingzhu was one year older than Mo Fei.

With Mo Fei, Lin Mu and Li Yanyi ranking in the top ten, the atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty Cultural Club has reached a climax.

Today is not only the last round of public examinations of the Tang Cultural Association, but also the period of rest for hundreds of officials. Therefore, there are a lot of civil and military officials, poets and scholars in the stands, staring at the talents below.

The top ten students are all the future pillars of Datang. They don't dare to think about it like Leng Futong and Ye Chen, but poor talents like Lin Mu and Mo Fei who have no background and status can also help their families as long as they are recruited.

If they can win the top spot at the next meeting, they will be as prosperous and admired as Mr. Ye Gongshu. Such a person, if he is brought over, it will be beneficial and harmless.

Therefore, these wealthy families did not hesitate to condescend to the nobles, but also came here to watch the cultural meeting.

The sages are complete, and the young are salty.

Walking into the square, it was just like yesterday. Could it be that he saw Mr. Ye Gongshu at the head, and on both sides were King Xian and others. I deliberately looked at both sides, but I didn't see Tao Gufu, thinking that a master is a master, and the dragon saw the head but not the tail.

After the public examination yesterday, Mo Fei had asked Banyuan about Miao Miao and Koukou, and knew about the feat of the two of them making trouble in the palace three years ago. Therefore, when he saw Liang Chunqiu standing in the back with a majestic face, looking at the side of the stage with a jealous look, Miao Miao and Koukou beside Banyuan, there was no trace of strangeness in his heart.

In the past, everyone treated Mo Fei because they listened to rumors, so they followed the coaxing and belittling. After yesterday's first round of public examinations, most people saw it and believed in their hearts that they really had real talent and real learning.

Of course, there are also a few conspiracy theorists who think that because he was born as a beggar, his status is poor, and the embarrassment of life makes him have a deeper understanding of the word sorrow, so he took advantage of it and was lucky to enter the top ten. However, in today's public exam, the questions are not single, and in an hour, as long as you have enough time, there are countless questions waiting.

Whether there is real talent or not, you will know if you try it.

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On the high platform, Ou Yezi looked at the audience with a smile: "In the past hundred years since the Wenhui was held, the old man remembers that in an hour, only one person has ever done eight questions. Guess anyone, this year, will they go over their predecessors? ”

When King Xian heard this, he shook his head with a smile: "It's difficult, those young people yesterday, three poems with the same title, took half an hour. Now, the topics are changeable, and it would be great to be able to make six songs in an hour. ”

Ou Yezi nodded with a smile.

At this time, the cold seal on the other side turned his head, looked at Ye Gongshu, and asked, "Ye Lao, what do you think?" ”

Ye Gongshu's kind face, his wise eyes flickered, and he looked at Mo Fei, who was dressed in jet black not far from the audience, and said with a smile: "Perhaps, there is really such a genius boy this time." ”

"Oh?"

The four of them naturally knew who Ye Gongshu was talking about. Qi brushed his eyes on Mo Fei, thinking about the three poems he saw yesterday, and his eyes were slightly excited. After a while, Leng Feng nodded and said, "If this is really possible, I'm just afraid of ...... At his age, he is also unprecedented. ”

“……”

Hearing Leng Feng say this, everyone suddenly remembered that it was the age recorded on the ticket when they applied for the exam-eighteen.

They all looked stunned.

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At this moment, the gongs and drums sounded, and Mo Fei, Lin Mu, Ye Chen, Li Zhi, Leng Futong, Ye Lingzhu, Condensation Frost, Li Yanyi, Li Yixing, and Li Siyuan walked onto the examination platform. Ten talented and beautiful women appeared together, and everyone in the stands exclaimed.

On the examination platform, Li Zhi looked at Mo Fei and smiled faintly, with irony, ridicule, and disdain in his smile.

I was aware of it, but I didn't pay attention to it.

The gongs and drums sounded again, and a deacon came over with a stack of rice paper and handed it out to each student.

In the stands, there were cheers and shouts, and the waves rose higher and higher. In the noisy sound, Mo Fei heard the sharp cries of Li Qingqing and Zhang Jingmo, and shook his head with a smile.

Forthwith.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The audience was silent, and the public test began.

Mo Fei spread out the rice paper, looked at the countless questions densely packed on it, and skimmed directly to the first one. The first question: "In the eleventh year of Qiancheng, the grassland on the outskirts of the city was on fire overnight." ”

Mo Fei looked at the title, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he directly lifted the pen and put down the pen: ""Farewell to the Ancient Grass": Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered. Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate. ”

Seeing this, the audience in the stands exclaimed in unison.

This...... Don't you have to think about it? Write without hesitation? Even Ye Gongshu and the others on the high platform were shocked, looking at each other, not knowing what words to use.

Mo Fei wrote it with a splash, and in a moment, he finished writing and put the first piece of rice paper aside. The other nine students next to him looked at Mo Fei in puzzlement, and said in their hearts, is this a freak or a demon?

Especially Ye Lingzhu, with a flat mouth, muttered in a low voice with a puff of anger: "Just write!" What do you do when you write so fast? Just know to be in the limelight. ”

The second question: "In the fourth year of Wuhan, the university scholar Pei Bolun resigned from his official position and returned to his hometown in Longnan to mourn his deceased wife. ”

The questions are all a few words, a short description of a certain event, and then let the candidates play, or poems or words, the subject matter is not limited.

After reading the title, Mo Fei wrote directly on rice paper: ""Jiangchengzi": Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. ……”

The stands were completely boiling at this time, and some spectators shouted, "What...... Didn't think about the second question? ”

"This ...... How can it be? ”

"Wicked!"

With the restlessness of the audience in the stands, Ye Gongshu's rough hand pinched, released, pinched, and released again. The surprise in my heart was overflowing: if you really want to be such a young genius, this time, wouldn't the Tang Dynasty be able to regain its majesty.

Not only Mr. Ye Gongshu was so excited, but even Ou Yezi and King Xian were also happy.

Leng Feng next to him was surprised and delighted, but he still said very solemnly: "The final score evaluation still depends on the merits of the article." Otherwise...... It's hard to guarantee that there won't be any indiscriminate work. ”

When Ye Gongshu heard this, he nodded approvingly and said, "That's true." ”

Compared with everyone's surprise and joy, Leng Wuhuan in the stands was very entangled in his heart, his right hand shrunk into the wide sleeve robe, touching the cold flying knife, and struggling painfully in his heart.