After answering the questions, he is strong and can still bear it, and other true students who study behind closed doors all day may not. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

For example, the person next to him, who was already thin, was so red that his little face was red and miserable. Li Ang felt that something was wrong, and observed for a while, but who knew that the classmate was even confused.

Li Ang knew that something was wrong, took the roll and got up, walking like flying. Everywhere he passed, the fellow examiners looked at them with contempt, and behold, another one appeared in its original form.

The wind rolled up to the examiner, and after presenting the test paper, he pleaded: "It's hot and hot, and the student's physique is still unbearable, let alone others?" The brother next to the student was afraid that he was going to suffer from heat stroke, and he hoped that the gentlemen would be considerate of the student's weak body. ”

This is said politely and well-founded, and the school officials can't help but worry, don't show a good thing, and then let us bear the charge of "mutilating students", then it will be a lot of fun.

Everyone looked at Jiang Xueyu, but saw that the second leader of Shouchun Guanxue had a tense face, pursed his mouth, and said nothing. I didn't even look at the test paper in my hand, and threw it directly on the side of the case like garbage.

Leon was embarrassed for a while, what do you mean? You've got to give a word! Then he said, "Please sir, please review the student's examination papers." ”

Jiang Xueyu stared at him in disgust, hesitated for a moment, picked up his test paper and glanced at it roughly, and then threw it back as if he was happy: "You dare to take the county exam with this word?" Go back and practice for a few more years! ”

Li Ang blushed, so he had to give another salute: "The student has been taught." ”

Helplessly, calligraphy is really not his strong point, although the examiner's tone is fucked, but it is indeed the truth.

At that moment, he turned around and walked out, anyway, he only came to escape from the army, and now that the goal has been achieved, it doesn't matter what else is.

Fang took two or three steps and suddenly heard a voice behind him: "Wait." ”

When he stopped and looked back, he saw an old master who looked like an Antarctic fairy and got up and said to the main exam: "Scholar official, according to the foolish opinion, although this son's calligraphy is not as good, but the literature and science are quite smooth, and the poems are also in line with the topic." It's even more rare that he can answer two questions so quickly, so he won't fail to take it, right? ”

Learning? Uncle Jiang?

"Where's the smoothness? What's the right fit? Look at this ......" Jiang Xueyu copied the test paper again, pointed a few times in a row, and almost didn't poke a hole, but he didn't say why.

Because of the scripture and righteousness, Li Ang wrote "Wei Guangzheng" throughout the text, and he couldn't find fault at all.

And the proposition poem you can say that he is straightforward, shallow, and dry...... But people rhyme with the topic, and it's just a county school, not a provincial palace test, just master the method of composing poetry, as for other deeper things, isn't it exactly what the official school wants to cultivate?

If people know how to do it, they still need you to teach?

In the end, the dignified scholar actually made a mistake: "I just take it, what are you going to do?" ”

The Antarctic Immortal Weng didn't expect the scholar to lose his demeanor so much, and after a short hesitation, he bowed his head: "If the scholar insists on not taking it, then he will directly recommend his test paper to the prefect and the county." ”

Jiang Xueyu was stunned, his old face turned redder than Li Ang, and he gritted his teeth in a low voice: "Are you going to kill me!" ”

Before the old master could answer, he saw a prefect in front of him trotting over from behind, and said: "Officials, the prefect will temporarily seal the test papers and move them to the school. To be handed in, regardless of whether they are selected or not, they will be given food to cool off, so that students can rest before leaving the palace. ”

Li Ang was stunned at the time, and after a while, he came back to his senses, and was cursing this group of goddamn and plagued bureaucrats in his heart, but he listened to the errand runner and continued: "In addition, please bring the candidate Li Ang and the test papers to the prefect's office to reply." ”

Jiang Xueyu's face was as dead as ashes, and now it was too late to say anything, so he stood up forcefully, carried Li Ang's test paper, glared at him with infinite resentment, and followed Na San to resign himself to fate.

The secret is out!

In an instant, these four words flashed in Li Ang's mind, and he suddenly panicked. Fortunately, I thought that this was the Song Dynasty, the environment was relatively relaxed, and I was wearing the hat of a scholar, so I wouldn't eat bandao noodles anyway. Then he cheered up and followed.

The three of them came to a public room behind the Master's Palace, Na San stopped, and Jiang Yi and Li Ang went in hard.

Facing the door sat an official, about fifty years old, dressed in a purple robe, with a gold belt tied around his waist, and a purse with a gold silk embroidered fish tied to his head.

Needless to say, this is the prefect of Shouchun, Kang Yunzhi.

Another green-robed official who sat at the bottom with a white face and a younger age, Li Ang didn't know him, but Jiang Yi knew it, Fan Tong of Xia Cai County.

In fact, as soon as he came in, he couldn't bear it and wanted to kneel, but he finally didn't forget his identity as a scholar, and reluctantly bowed, and waited for the bad luck to come.

In comparison, Li Ang was much calmer, and he gave a salute to the prefect and county, and then stood firmly. Even if he goes up and down in his heart, he doesn't show any timidity on the surface. This is the basic quality of an actor, although he is not a professional, but he has seen a lot, knows a lot, and has been on the camera a few times, barely a "little special", with lines.

Seeing that he didn't kneel, the prefect didn't say anything, but Fan Zhixian flicked his fingers: "Kneel." ”

"No, students."

"Huh? Why? ”

"The student's previous examination seat was directly opposite the Master's Hall, and every time he couldn't stand the poisonous sun, when he looked up, he felt that the saint was encouraging him. At this moment, the student's mind was full of the sage's voice and smile, and he was afraid that this kneeling would blaspheme the sage. ”

Fan Tongwan didn't expect him to say this, and he was a little surprised for a while, is it really fake?

The prefect took a closer look at the words and saw that this guy really gave birth to a good skin, but it was a pity that the gold and jade were outside, and he was born in the scholarly court, so why didn't he know how to cherish it?

Fan Zhixian saw that Governor Kang didn't express his position, and it was not easy to force it, so he asked coldly: "You are Xiaoxi Village in the southern suburbs of Fucheng, Li Ang, the son of Li Bai?" ”

"Exactly."

"Do you know this man?"

"I've never met." Li Ang said truthfully. "But I heard people call it 'Xueyu' before, but I don't know if it's Uncle Jiang, who is in the same door as my father?"

Although Fan Tong was a little surprised, since you admitted it yourself, you also saved me from talking about it, and followed his words: "That's right, he is Jiang Yi, a county scholar, and he belongs to the same family as your father when he was employed. The float you refer to is the one he issued, do you know that? ”

"Yes."

"Then have you come to the Academy Palace to sign up before today?"

"Nope."

Before the words fell, I saw Jiang Yi's body shaking for a while, almost unable to support it. This idiot, how can you be the same as your Lao Tzu? This time it's bitter!

Fan Tong glanced at him and said with a smile: "Jiang Xueyu, Li Ang didn't even show his face, why did you issue a floating ticket?" The ministry of learning is to teach all beings the learning of saints, and that's what you teach? Do you want to do this teaching? ”

Jiang Yi finally knelt down, sweating profusely and not saying a word.

Li Ang scolded a cowardly, but knelt neatly behind him.

Kang Zhifu, who had not spoken, asked at this time: "Aren't you full of the voice of a saint?" Why are you willing to kneel again? ”

I'm a traverser, I have an advantage, no matter what purple-robed high-ranking officials he is, they're all elementary school students! Thinking like this, calming down a little, swallowing his saliva, Li Ang stiffened his head and said: "The student is timid, how can you remember the voice of the saint when you are scared?" Since Uncle Shi is kneeling, how dare the student stand? ”

"Don't take a bite of a student, you deserve it too? "Prodigy Poems" is not good at back, and dare to come to the county exam? Fan Tong knew that if he wanted to clean up this kid, he had to peel off the skin of his "scholar" first.

Li Ang also heard it, sorted out his thoughts a little, and then rushed to Fan Tong: "I didn't ask this official ......."

"Hmph, this county has been in office for more than two years, you don't recognize it? It can be seen that not only do you not read, but you don't even have knowledge. ”

"Most of the students are active in the township, so they don't have the opportunity to see their faces, so please don't be surprised."

As soon as these words came out, Fan Tong's expression was a little unnatural, the little thing was sarcastic that I had neglected government and never been to the countryside. Well, well, with your sharp teeth and sharp mouth, there are times when you cry!

I heard Li Ang continue: "Although the students are shallow and stubborn, they never dare to be sloppy in their studies. Therefore, I don't know what "Prodigy Poem" says, and students really don't dare to admit it. ”

"Prodigy Poems" is written by Zhezong Yuanfu three years of Jinshi and Wang Zhu. For more than 20 years, it has been recited in the north and south, although it has not been widely used as a textbook for Mongolian studies, but even the peddlers and pawns can chant a paragraph, you are a scholarly child, you can't even do this, how is it different from an idiot?

Seeing him quibbling, Fan Tong ignored it, turned to Kang Yunzhi and said: "The prefect is the prime minister, the matter is already clear, this is the lower official and the royal subordinates are not strict, and please ask the prefect to send it down." ”