According to yesterday's instructions from President Li Chunfang, the current session of the examination will not be postponed, and the time occupied before will also be counted in the examination, but the seven questions will be reduced to five.

It's the night of the second session, and it's going to be rolled up tomorrow evening. In other words, Wu Jie still has one day and one night to answer the questionnaire.

Among the five questions, except for the last test poem, the other four questions each have more than 1,000 words.

Since Wu Jie invented the pencil, he hasn't used a brush to write for a while, and his hand feels a little jerky, and he can't write well.

Moreover, after having the experience of being disturbed by Wu Lun last time and shedding filth on the scroll, Wu Jie answered the questionnaire very carefully, and his speed deliberately slowed down.

Word by word, written carefully, neatly to the point of conservatism.

At first glance, his standard pavilion looks as if he has just finished printing a book, and naturally there is no art to speak of.

Because of this, by the time an article of more than 1,000 words was copied, it was already midnight.

The tiger's mouth in his right hand was also slightly hot because he was too hard.

It's strange to say, I sat in the examination room and hesitated, and my mood was unusually decadent. But when this question was copied, my heart was inexplicably relieved, and there was a hearty feeling.

It can be seen that this person is just thinking about it, but he can't solve the problem, he has to find something to do.

I glanced at the title again, and the first question was "Zi Said: Let it be profitable and do it, and complain", which is copied from the old work of Fang Bao, a great writer in the Qing Dynasty. The works of the leading figures of the city school are naturally of high quality. Fang Bao also served as a teacher of the Kangxi Emperor, and in terms of his knowledge, he could be sent to at least the top three in the early Qing Dynasty.

This article is neatly written, and its rigor reveals the momentum of a generation of article masters.

But as far as this question is concerned, it is enough to put Wu Jie in the ranks of alternatives, unless the examiner is blind and turns a blind eye. But there is no need to worry at all, the same examiners are all elites of the Hanlin Academy. Poisonous eyes! Not to mention the big president Li Chunfang, who is still from the top student, how can he not see the benefits of this article?

When this article was finished, Wu Jie completely relaxed, and his nerves, which had been tense for two days, also relaxed, and he felt unprecedented tiredness.

"Well, get some sleep first, and the rest will be done. More on that tomorrow. ”

……

On the last day of the first game, Wu Jie woke up early. He didn't think about the trial poem, so he hurried up and wrote the other three eight-strand texts first.

So, it took another morning to finish the second question.

"Two more."

Time is getting shorter and shorter, wait until lunch is delivered. Wu Jie only took two bites before throwing the chopsticks aside, and quickly started the third question.

Then it's the fourth question.

I was so nervous, my hands were slightly spasmodic, but my vest was sweaty.

Wu Lun, who was opposite, didn't get up until noon, and he didn't know when he slept yesterday.

After waking up, he didn't shed tears, he still looked like a wooden man, just sitting in the examination room, not moving at all.

Wu Jie himself couldn't be busy. I didn't bother to ask Wu Lun whether he was alive or dead.

The other candidates didn't know how they answered, but looking at the candidates in the two examination houses next to Wu Lun, they were all in a trance, sweaty. One of the candidates had dried the ink in the inkstone, and he added water to the inkstone, and the ink was grinding in a hurry, probably because the force was too strong, and the ink splashed out and sprayed all over the body.

Examiners and officials were constantly passing in front of the examination room. Whisper a reminder to hurry up.

The sun is setting in the west. It's four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and it's about an hour before the first handover.

Finally, the last question "So Tempting Forbearance." After copying what it can't do, Wu Jie subconsciously wrote the last question on the paper and wrote it casually: "There is no way out from afar, and the vast sky is full of mountains." Fill in the clouds, lack of grouper. ”…,

As soon as these twenty words were written, Wu Jie's heart felt like a thunderbolt was moving, his hand trembled, the pen fell to the ground, and he almost exclaimed: "This verse ...... How did I write it...... Impossible, impossible...... This is clearly the problem at the beginning of the trial poem...... I remember that I had never memorized a sample essay on the same topic before, and with my true skills, I couldn't write such a sentence. ”

"What the hell is going on?"

Wu Jie's hands trembled, lowered his body, and picked up the brush.

The moment his right hand touched the barrel of the pen, his heart calmed down and his hand steady.

Next is the title: "At first touch, the rock waist rises, and Xu returns from the valley mouth." ”

Then there is the starting stock: "Indiscriminate embellishment, straight mixed with blue face." ”

It was as if he had been enchanted in his hand, and he couldn't stop for a moment, and the words of those poems were like a twisted faucet, and he couldn't stop bubbling out.

"The shadows of the trees are blurred, and the light is ethereal. The slanting sun invades a corner, and the flying floc locks thousands of lily ......"

To the end: "If Penglai can arrive, it will be out of the dust." ”

……

"It was finally done at the last minute, and it was very good!" Wu Jie almost looked up to the sky and roared, and his chest was fierce like a tide.

Although this poem is not as good as the famous poems of the Tang Dynasty, it is not bad. Besides, the trial poem is just a kind of poetic eight-strand text, and it has nothing to do with literature and art. In terms of the quality of this poem alone, it definitely gets a high score.

Coupled with the four eight-strand boutique articles copied earlier, it can be said that Jinshi has arrived.

As for the last two games, there is no difficulty at all.

The second session is an application essay and the third session is a question. Even if you don't have to plagiarize, let Wu Jie write it himself, and he can do it decently.

"Jinshi, it's mine!"

Wu Jie wanted to laugh, and suddenly, he suddenly understood how this trial poem came out on its own. The last time he traveled back to modern society, in a dream, Lao Jin seemed to hand him a stack of copies of the test poems.

There are more than 300 poems collected in it, including this one, "The Cloud Makes Up for the Lack of Cangshan".

This poem was written by Sun Yunjin of the Qing Dynasty when he participated in the examination in the twenty-fourth year of Guangxu, and in that year, Sun Daren was the fourteenth in the second class of high school, and he was born as a Jinshi.

After Wu Jie got this topic, the dream ended, and there was no way to travel back to the modern world in the future. However, another Wu Jie in another world must have memorized this topic well.

Only then did he suddenly think about it at a critical juncture.

Everything depends on Lao Jin's help.

Wu Jie suddenly had a realization in his heart: he would never go back to modern times, and he would never see the library again, nor could he see his colleagues in the office.

Goodbye, friends, goodbye old gold!

……

As soon as my heart was sour, tears fell.