The hearts of teenagers are poems, and teenagers are the poetic age of ** bubble! Book*

Wu Jie is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in this era, and he should be the age of passion, but no one knows that he is a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old uncle inside, and his soul has long been numbed by the rampant materialism and ordinary life in modern society

If you talk about writing poems, he knows how to read 300 Tang poems, he can't compose poems and can chant but it doesn't matter if he reiterates a few sentences randomly, and he can score the occasion in his own home, but he can't take it out to offer ugliness at a formal literary meeting, let alone such an important examination room

This is a major event related to your life, if you win, it is a bright future

If you don't write a word, you can imagine that even if you write flowers in front of you, you will have to be thrown into the wastebasket by the examiner

If you can't get into the Jinshi, you may be able to go to the Ministry of Officials to seek an eight-grade official position by relying on your own fame, but what's the point of this, without a Jinshi background, you will basically be in the low-level bureaucracy in this life, such as the feudal officials, the six ministry officials, and the cabinet ministers

The reason why Xiao Yan was able to enter the cabinet was because of his father's power and the favor he received from the emperor

This road is not suitable for Wu Jie at all, Xiao Yan is talented in his own right, just because he wants to avoid suspicion, he did not take the Jinshi exam, not because he failed the exam

And no matter how famous Wu Jie was before, he actually handed in the blank paper and spread it, just afraid that it would cause an uproar in the world

The image of the great master of the literary world that he had established before will also collapse

In the past, some people spread rumors for other purposes, and the poems written by Wu Jie were written by Yang Zongzhi, and later through repeated competitions with Xiao Yan, Wu Jie finally proved himself

Now I can't even write an ordinary trial poem, so there's no way to explain it

Not only will Wu Jie's reputation be discredited, but the position that he has built up with great difficulty in the emperor will also be gone, and there will be no plagiarist and morally corrupt, what qualifications do you have to be a close minister of the Son of Heaven? It's good not to hold you accountable for your deception

Thinking of this serious consequence, Wu Jie seemed to have fallen into a hot soup, and he was sweating profusely

Sitting at the table, he only felt that the question paper in his hand weighed like a thousand pounds

I was depressed and wanted to die_bubble&book& couldn't help but glance at Wu Lun again

The topic of this first scene is so simple, even if Wu Lun's education is not good, such a volume can be easily made This kid is jealous and hateful to me Wu Jie, if you know that I have a topic, I won't, and I don't know what to be proud of?

This look at Wu Jie was stunned

But I saw that Wu Lun didn't start writing, sitting behind the desk in a daze like himself, with an expressionless face, and his two eyes were already together, staring numbly at the flickering light in front of him

"No, this is not Wu Lun's style, how can this be?" Wu Jie was curious, forgot about his depression and carefully observed Wu Lun

It took about twenty minutes to look at it

From beginning to end, Wu Lun did not move like a clay sculpture and wood carving

"Won't he do it?" Wu Jie immediately dispelled this speculation: "This topic is so simple, although Wu Lun's character is unbearable, but he was also a rising star in Chengdu Mansion back then, and he has a talent and fame, not to mention anything else, there are still eight articles like this kind of big road goods, and there is a pen to mention, so it is difficult for him to do so, he is so strange, what kind of agent is it?" ”

"What the hell is this guy doing?"

"Damn, I'm wondering what he's doing, I'm about to hand in the blank paper now" smiled bitterly in my heart, and immediately became depressed...,

There is no way to do a test poem, poetry is such a thing, without years of exercise, without this talent, even if you sit here and think about the desolation of the earth, there is no way

Wu Jie sighed, too many things have happened in this day and night, and I haven't had a good rest, instead of being in a daze here, it is better to go to bed early, hoping that God will bless you, and let yourself travel back to modern society to see if you can find the test post poem with the same topic

Just one more crossing is enough

Even if it's the last time

……

Perhaps, this is the only solution to the current predicament

Go to bed

Wu Jie did not delay, extinguished the stove, so as not to be poisoned by gas, while the house was still very warm, he didn't dare to think about it when he put on the kang with his clothes, and slowed down his breathing and body

I was so tired that I fell asleep not long after

Maybe it's because there are too many facts to experience, too shocking, and this sleep is not solid

The dream was indeed made, but unfortunately the people inside were wearing ancient costumes in Nanjing, and in the dream, Wu Jie saw himself and Mozi picking stones on the Yuhuatai

One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me......

Finally, when Wu Jie turned over a big stone, he suddenly saw a woman wearing an eighteen-trimmed red robe standing up, with a jasmine needle on her head, a little fat and fair-skinned in the Suzhou Strike style

Looking at the age of about forty, he is graceful and luxurious, and his face is full of kindness

It turned out to be a mother, a mother who has died for many years in the modern world

I just don't know why she is wearing the clothes of the ancients

"Ahh

The moment he woke up, Wu Jie immediately understood that the modern world himself could no longer wear it, otherwise, why his mother was dressed in ancient costumes, and why there were no high-rise buildings in the modern world, cars, mobile phones, computers and clean offices in his dreams

After sitting on the kang for a long time, I echoed my parents who had passed away for many years, and I felt inexplicably sad in my heart

When the tears dried, Wu Jie found that the sky had opened hazy, and it was already five or six o'clock in the morning

After getting the paper last night, the candidates took advantage of the quiet night, and most of the students who stayed up late to answer the questions were used to writing the draft first, and then transcribing it to the official paper according to their degree, and it was estimated that they would stay up until two o'clock in the night after completing a question, and at this moment, they should all be sleeping

In the hazy darkness of the early morning, the Gongyuan quietly entered the deep sea, and there was a faint sound of snoring and grinding teeth

This is the quietest time of the day in the exam room

The test house where Wu Lun was on the opposite side was still lit, and Wu Jie couldn't help but look up

Wu Lun hadn't slept yet, he was still sitting there, but his face was full of tears

Wu Jie was surprised in his heart: It's not that this Wu Lun doesn't know how to write questions, why are you crying?

Immediately, Wu Jie came to his senses again, this Wu Lun was afraid

Wu Lun was lucky not to be found to be suspected of cheating yesterday, but it does not mean that he has safely escaped from the cheating candidates in the examination room today

If there is no mistake, the exam question should have leaked from Jing Wangfu, Wu Lun was the first person to get the question Jing Wangfu sells exam papers, a check, it will definitely find out that the source of the palace Wu Lun is a person from the palace and a candidate, regardless of whether there is evidence or not, it will definitely be inseparable

Besides, now that all the test questions have been changed, the difficulty has dropped to an outrageously low level

If the topic is obscure, it's easy to say, maybe Wu Lun is lucky, he just did it, maybe he really got a good ranking, and he got a Jinshi Meritorious Name Today's topic is really simple, almost everyone can do it, if you want to be on the list, it all depends on your real ability, and you have completely killed the luck theory

Wu Lun's talent is good, but among the more than 10,000 candidates, he is only middle and lower...,

Wu Jie suddenly remembered something, in addition to himself, there seem to be a lot of talents in the forty years of Jiajing's examination, and there are several famous ministers and cultural masters, the most famous is the first assistant Shen Shixing in the Wanli period, he seems to have won the champion in this subject

Eighty-one places, no matter how much it falls on his head

Wu Lun is now notorious in Shilin, and he has released big words to enter the top three in the first class, and it is basically impossible to imagine how he will be able to accommodate himself in this world in the future

Wu Jie laughed in his heart: This villain, the mechanism has been exhausted, and at this moment he has finally tasted the taste of powerlessness to return to heaven Pitiful, hateful, and hateful

After laughing, Wu Jie sighed: Wu Lun is finished, but what about me...... Haven't I been in big trouble too?

As soon as I thought about it, my heart suddenly became chaotic

He took another deep breath, added some water to the inkstone, and slowly sharpened the ink, trying to calm his mind in this simple and soothing rhythm

After grinding for a long time, the water in the inkstone gradually dried up, and the ink became viscous

Wu Jie added some more water, dipped it in his pen, thought about it, and wrote the title of the trial poem on the draft

But what to write next, my mind is blank

I sat for a while and thought about it for a long time, and then I came up with the first sentence, a total of five words

I looked at it and was not satisfied, so I stroked it and began to rewrite it again

I wrote it and crossed it out, and gradually, a manuscript was filled, but I still didn't know what to write?

In a blink of an eye, it was lunch time, and after eating, looking at the nonsense on the paper, Wu Jie fell on the kang in a dejected manner

Is it really going to be a big joke this time?

Could it be that my crossing is a lost dream after all?

Wu Lun didn't eat lunch, he still sat like that, and there was no trace of blood on his face

I stared at the kang for a long time, time passed quickly, but there was no dream

When it got dark, Wu Jie was shocked to remember that the second day of the first scene had passed, and there was still a day and a night left, but I still hadn't written a word, and it was not a way to go on like this

He gritted his teeth: I don't care about the trial post poem for the time being, and I will do the first four questions first, otherwise, even if I make up the test post poem, I don't have time to copy the other four questions (to be continued)