"What the hell!" Wu Jie took the brocade box, and suddenly felt a pang in his heart, and thought to himself: Seeing that the old eunuch Huang was smiling so happily, could this be that the emperor was going to stuff the exam papers into himself? Yes, definitely. I already knew the exam questions in advance, do I still need you to miss the questions? It's just too much, and it doesn't ruin my reputation.

In the future, even if I win the Gongsheng and Jinshi, I will not be able to show the means of my Wu.

But the emperor was so enthusiastic that he couldn't refuse this imperial favor.

Thinking of this section, Wu Jie was a little depressed.

Out of the West Garden, a palanquin man on the side of the street had already come over flatteringly, and sang a fat promise: "My lord, but you want to go home?" ”

Xiyuan was the political center of the Ming Empire, and not only the emperor worked here all year round. Even the celebrant and the cabinet have a duty room here. As a result, there was a constant flow of officials in this place throughout the day.

And because horses cannot be ridden in the imperial city, many officials are not qualified to take the official sedan chair because of their low grade, or they can't afford to raise a sedan chair driver, so there are sedan chair drivers with bright heads here to solicit business, but there is a taste of the future world: "Dude, go there, no meter, no invoice, but the price is cheap." ”

Wu Jie goes in and out of Xiyuan all day long, and has long been a frequent visitor here. Of course, I didn't bother to speak, so I got on a sedan chair casually, threw the brocade box in the sedan chair, and closed my eyes to recuperate.

By the time I got home, it was already dark. As soon as he entered the courtyard, Lian Guizhi had already greeted him, and dusted off Wu Jie's body with floating dust. In fact, the ecology of Beijing in the Ming Dynasty was not very good, and it was in the early stage of the Xiaoice River period. Every winter, the climate is very dry, the wind blows, mixed with the yellow sand from the Mongolian plateau, and the streets are sometimes passed by camel caravans, which makes it a northland scenery.

In the past ten days, the sky has been full of sun, and the dust is very big.

Lian Guizhi brushed Wu Jie's body with floating dust, and a small cloud of dust was raised.

"Have you had dinner, sir, if not, I'll do it right away. There were also some vegetables left in the steamer. It will be served immediately. ”

"No, I don't have an appetite, let's wait two more hours for the night." Wu Jie turned his head to look at it and asked, "Where is the moth?" "If it was usual, as soon as I went home, the moth would have greeted me a long time ago, but today it is strange.

Lian Guizhi smiled, covered her mouth and said, "Sister Mozi is pregnant. Said that the wind and sand are a little big today, and I have been staying in the house, is this going to see Sister Moth, I will call. ”

As he spoke, he reached out to pick up something in Wu Jie's hand.

"No, let her rest. The weather is too dry, remember to let her eat more melons and fruits. Wu Jie handed the ebony Ruyi that Jiajing gave him to Lian Guizhi, but left the brocade box.

"This thing looks swarthy and weird." Even Guizhi hadn't seen Ruyi, so he didn't know what it was.

Wu Jie: "The emperor gave it, it's called Ruyi, if you like it, keep it and play." ”

Even Guizhi was not happy: "I said master, you have been serving the Son of Heaven all day long, and you have never received half of the benefits." Now I finally got the reward, but it was just a quick black wood. The emperor was rich all over the world. Anyway, you have to give some gold and silver. ”

Wu Jie felt like a confidant: "Who says it's not, what's the matter with giving a piece of wood?" ”

At this time, the door to Moth's room opened.

Mozi smiled: "Guizhi what do you know, this is called Ruyi, auspicious Ruyi, made of ebony, when I was in Nanjing before, the old man had one on hand, it was a boxwood carving." Blessed by the Son of Heaven. but the glory of being a courtier. The supply is in the main hall, how can you take it indiscriminately? If you let the speaker know. The last time he was impeached, the lord was in trouble. ”

Lian Guizhi was startled, and hurriedly stuffed Ruyi into the moth's hand: "Indeed, sister, take it and offer it." ”

Even the third child was laughing beside him.

The three of them were busy with how to make wishes, and Wu Jie returned to the study and opened the brocade box. ..., but instead of a roll, it was a teacup.

It has a big red rooster painted on it and looks very spirited.

Wu Jie: "This Huang Jin is really careful, knowing that I like to drink tea, I gave a cup." However, if you want to send it, you have to send a set, and what to do if you send one. Send a set of ...... Isn't that a cup, it's okay......"

For this small gift, Wu Jie still likes it very much, and the palace imperial system is naturally superior.

Wu Jie turned the cup over and looked at the bottom of the cup, on which Huo Ran wrote six small blue characters "Daming Jiajing Imperial System", an authentic official kiln chicken bowl cup, if this thing is placed in modern society, at least tens of millions. But in the Ming Dynasty, it was just a thing, not worth much.

Of course, this kind of official kiln porcelain is not something that ordinary people can see...... No, why does this chicken bowl cup look so familiar?

Wu Jie's body was shocked, and he suddenly remembered that when he was settling accounts in Jiajing's house before, there was such a thing on Jiajing's table, and he picked it up and drank a few sips at that time, and admired it for a long time.

Could it be that this cup is the same one at that time?

Yes, definitely.

Wu Jie's brows furrowed, so that his every move in the Jingshe fell into the emperor's eyes. Jiajing is going to use this cup to remind himself, did he deliberately leak the exam questions?

Or remind himself that nothing can be hidden from the emperor about his Wu Festival.

Or is there something else that comes to it?

……

Thinking of this, Wu Jie's heart was a little confused.

But after only a moment, Wu Jie calmed down.

No matter how you look at it, the emperor must know about the exam papers, and Wu Jie didn't read the papers, this alone is enough. As long as I, Wu Jie, act above board, it is natural that all evils will not invade.

He smiled and simply set the cup aside, not thinking about it again. Then he picked up a pencil and wrote a random paragraph on the paper.

Since Wu Jie invented the pencil, people in the officialdom of the capital have found this thing very convenient. There is no need to polish the ink before use, and there is no need to wash the pen after use. It can be carried around and can even be used in the car and on the boat. Because of its many advantages, it became all the rage immediately.

It's just that the cost of this thing is really high, and it is used by the royal family, not by ordinary yamen. It is also for this reason that being able to use a pencil also directly represents the identity of this official.

Wu Jie took advantage of his convenience by the emperor's side, and he also had thirty or forty on hand.

"Is this writing poetry, sir?" Someone gently put his hand on his shoulder and gently kneaded it.

Wu Jie looked back, but it was a moth with shiny eyes.

Moth: "The master has recently moved the world with the name of poetry, and this is the first time Moth has seen you compose poems!" Moth can't read, and he can't read the poems written by the master, but he doesn't know what you wrote? ”

Moth's face was full of anticipation and adoration, and his eyes were full of curiosity.

Listening to Mozi's question, Wu Jie lowered his head and looked at the sentence he had written casually. Suddenly, there was a pause: Isn't this exactly poetry? This is the first time I haven't plagiarized, purely original.

He is naturally very clear about his true level, and in later generations, Wu Jie is also an ordinary white-collar worker, and his foundation in Chinese culture is very thin. Even if you have made up for a year of Chinese studies and know how to fight evenly, you still can't understand bullshit when you are writing poetry.

But I don't want to write it down today. It's such a song, is it because of inspiration?

Wu Jie was surprised in his heart, and when he looked down, it was a five-word poem.

Looking at it again, not only is it not a bullshit, but I'm afraid it won't even be a pig's fart.

Wu Jie's old face flushed. He was about to reach out and throw the manuscript into the wastebasket to avoid making a fool of himself, when suddenly, he was shocked: this is not a poem, but a trial poem.

The test post poem is also called Fu Dede, and when it is written, it uses five words and eight rhymes, which is a form of question for the imperial examination. Use scriptures, histories, sub-sentences, and collection phrases for questions, or use verses or idioms from predecessors; The rhyme foot is a word in each rhyme of the flat voice, so the test taker must be able to recite the words of the rhyme of the flat voice; No repetition is allowed in the poem; The tone must be solemn; The word of the title must be pointed out in the first two couplets. He also used words praising the merits of the emperor. …,

The format of the poem is the same as that of the eight-strand text, the upper and lower two sentences of each rhyme are a couplet, the first couplet is "breaking the topic", the second couplet is "bearing the theme", the third couplet is "starting shares", the fourth and fifth couplets are "middle shares", the sixth and seventh couplets are "back shares", and the knot is "bundled shares". Each strand is combined into eight strands. Not in pursuit of content. Only the form. To put it bluntly, it is to write an eight-strand essay with poetry.

"How could I write such a thing?" The eight-strand essay is annoying enough. Not to mention the trial poem.

Wu Jie couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"What, the master is not satisfied with the writing?" The moth gently caressed Wu Jie's face.

Wu Jie smiled, reached out and patted the back of her hand: "Judging from what I wrote just now, the format is correct, and if you go to the examination room, you can get by." But if you want to spread it, you have to laugh off people's teeth. ”

"Anyway, no matter what the master writes, it must be the best, how can anyone dare to laugh?"

Wu Jie was about to say more, but he suddenly remembered something in his heart, and he couldn't help but chuckle: although the proportion of the test poem in the total score of the examination is not large, if it is written too poorly, it will reduce the whole volume by one grade. could have been in the first class, but if you don't get it right, you will be demoted to the second class.

The general examination and the palace examination are said to be two examination rooms, but in fact, they are one.

The examination was to admit candidates who were qualified to be jinshi from more than 10,000 candidates, and then sent them to the emperor. Then the emperor took another test and made an article to rank them.

Therefore, as long as he passes the test, although he is nominally a tribute student, he has already become a jinshi.

The advantage of knowing the exam questions in advance is that you can prepare in advance, anyway, there are model essays in hand, and some of the champion articles of the past dynasties can be copied.

However, there is one of them that makes Wu Jie a headache.

Although Baguwen has a bad reputation, because a large number of literary masters have poured into the examination room, many beautiful articles have also emerged. This kind of article has gone beyond the category of official articles and has risen to the level of literary works. For example, the works of Su Shi, Wang Anshi, Wang Yangming, Gu Yanwu and others, because of the participation of such masters, it is very easy to collect enough excellent works.

But try to post such a thing as poetry, poetry is not poetry, and there are no good works to be published, and there are very few works handed down. When the descendants gathered, there was also a lack of interest.

Wu Jie was busy for half a year, and only then did he find a few sample essays, which were of very poor quality, and they were enough to cope with the exam. But it's not a first-class level, and it can't even reach the second-class level.

But if you want to write it yourself, it may not be better than those few songs.

The test poem is Wu Jie's shortcoming, if he wants to be in the top three in this test, he is not sure. If you can't get into the top three, it's a little difficult to get into Hanlin.

These days, Wu Jie is always thinking about this matter, just wrote casually, and unconsciously wrote a trial poem, of course, the quality is naturally not very good.

Thinking of this, Wu Jie felt a little worried.