Sour Ru looked at the empty thick bowl, and then looked at the kite song, after all, he didn't speak, and he couldn't hide a look of disappointment on his face. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Standing aside, he avoided Zhao Pu and Kite Ge from a distance, as if he had seen a plague god.

Since he was a child, he had heard countless stories, such as some scholars who were good at learning and wrote a few poems at will, so that they could meet the young lady who loved talent at night.

For another example, Hualou Oiran met friends with poems, and finally chose a talented person to enter the boudoir.

There are countless stories like this, but the sour Ru has lived for so many years, but he has never really befallen his head, thinking of touching a nose of ashes today, he can't help but be a little unbearable, if it weren't for the fact that he had to apply for a place in the Three Thousand Pavilion, maybe he had already thought of suicide at this time.

Glancing at Zhao Pu, a trace of resentment couldn't help but appear on this person's face.

glanced at it, but Zhao Pu didn't care.

At first, it seems to be quite arrogant, but in fact he is just a contemptuous villain, so he seems to be a guy who doesn't know what to do, and it is useless to pay too much attention to it.

Zhao Pu sighed lightly, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he shook his head slowly.

The crowd of onlookers also gradually dispersed in laughter.

Because the door is gradually opening.

The crowd returned to their previous order.

Suddenly, two long dragons lined up at the gate of the Three Thousand Pavilion, as if they were going to line up from the center of Zhecheng to the outside of Zhecheng Gate.

Although Zhao Pu didn't come early, there were always some people behind him.

Kite Ge and Zhao Pu stood together, and the one in front of them was the previous sour Confucian.

Seeing that his teeth trembled, Sour Ru turned his head and scolded when he saw Iris Ge, "Poisonous woman, relying on her appearance, she dares to come over to harm all sentient beings, and tell you that Hugh looks down on me, I will be a guest of Qian Gong today, and on other days, if I am in high school on the street, I am tall and tall, and I am wearing a champion saffron, you brothers and sisters, don't come and slap me!" ”

Kite Ge rolled her eyelids, only to feel speechless, so she had to turn her head away and stop talking.

In contrast, Zhao Pu seemed much kinder, looking at this sour man with a pair of black eyes full of pity.

Zhao Pu didn't know how powerful this guy was in the imperial examination, not enough for his IQ, but he was afraid that he would have a blank slate, and he would definitely not be able to mix in the court.

Perhaps, the most pitiful person in the world is stupid and unknowing.

Sighing lightly, Zhao Pu shook his head.

That guy didn't know which tendon was wrong, and he actually felt that he saw a look of pity in Zhao Pu's eyes, so he had to laugh and laugh, "Haha, you regret it, you regret it!" ”

Zhao Pu stopped making a sound, just raised his eyes to look at Qian Gong not far away.

I saw the person who came out of the door, dressed in plain clothes, with his hands shrunk in one place, his back was straight, and his face was a little sallow, looking very haggard.

The housekeeper was telling the truth, and the money man had some signs of not sleeping well last night.

I think there are many people who are worried about the country and the people.

Qian Gong stood in front of everyone, put his hands behind his back and said loudly, "Maybe among you, someone has a family member, why don't you go to the house to take a nap first, wait until the test is over, and then come to the meeting?" ”

Many old ladies and wives left one after another, and they seemed to be reluctant to leave the scholars who were waiting to be accompanied.

The kite beside Zhao Pu frowned, "Brother, since that's the case, I'll go with them too." ”

"Well, just remember not to make trouble."

"If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone." Kite Song seemed to be on the same alert everywhere, as if everyone around him was not enough for him to believe.

Zhao Pu looked at the long dragon in front of him and suddenly shrunk by half, and couldn't help but laugh.

"This one, we are a written test." Seeing his family members leaving, Qian Gong also said in a dumb voice. "After the written test is answered, the paper will be handed in first, and the first will enter the next test, and the latter may be eliminated."

Everyone nodded their heads with solemn expressions.

A long queue followed Qian Gong into the house, and the housekeeper and a few servants handed out the cards on the side.

Zhao Pu followed behind the person in front of him and entered a room.

The room was lined with neatly arranged desks.

This table is not a square table in later generations, but like a low wooden table, but there are still a few mats at the feet, and several students in front of them seem to be very familiar with the posture, and they kneel on this mat very skillfully.

Zhao Pu was stunned.

Do you still have to sit on your knees in this place?

With a suspicious expression on his face, Zhao Pu also knelt down as such.

When everyone was due later, the Qian Gong said loudly, "The written exam is three hours, the topic is at the front of your volume, and the housekeeper and I will personally invigilate the exam for you, please don't move the mind of favoritism." ”

The housekeeper also said loudly, "Don't worry, our Qian Gong will never miss your kung fu, even if you don't enter Qian Gong's door as a guest today, the content of this exam is a good experience for you." ”

Qian Gong waved his hand slowly, "Get up and put down the pen, you must not make mistakes." ”

Many Confucian scholars nodded in agreement, and many others had already spread out the paper scrolls on the table at this time.

Zhao Pu listened to all their words seriously, and then opened the test paper unhurriedly.

"Forehead ......"

Zhao Pu is also considered big and small, and in his previous life, he has taken countless exams in his life, but he has never seen it written in traditional characters.

Now this is the first time, Zhao Pu looked at the roll paper in front of him with a stunned face.

Among them are only five vertical characters, but Zhao Pu doesn't know five of them.

The difficulty of traditional Chinese characters is a posture that Zhao Pu can't even put on a blind break.

His face darkened slightly, and Zhao Pu had to do the most familiar business in his previous life - sleeping on the table.

Half an hour has passed, some people in this room are writing hard, some people are scratching their hair buns and itching, and as for those who are sleeping soundly, I'm afraid only Zhao Pu is alone.

A piece of theory, a total of three hours, some people cherish the time, and even can't ask for it.

I didn't expect this Zhao Pu to be such a waste.

It seemed that he was slightly awakened by his own snoring, Zhao Pu was completely sleepy for a moment, and when he suddenly raised his upper body, he found that his feet were already weak.

After sleeping for half an hour without changing his movements, his legs were naturally already weak, and a feeling of pricking and itching naturally appeared on his calves, and Zhao Pu couldn't help but stand up hurriedly.

"Bingsheng submits the papers!"

In the midst of everyone's sighing voices, I saw that Zhao Pu had already stood up, and a small guy also took Zhao Pu's rolling paper away.

"Bingsheng is the first to enter the next test."

Seeing this, everyone worked hard to write, and even the poor Confucian students before were red-eyed, looking at the roll of paper in their hands with an expression of looking at death as home.

Zhao Pu was stunned, and then couldn't help laughing, he could think about it.

After all, if you answer slowly, you will be out directly, in contrast, it is not a bad way to give yourself a chance by handing in a blank paper. (To be continued.) )