"Look at the man. ”

Fang Yun raised his chin to the person in front of the bronze furnace of the temple, and everyone looked there, all of them were speechless, silently looking at the person, silently walking forward.

An old man in a tattered green robe and embroidered cloud robe stood in front of the copper stove, his hands hanging down, his head drooping downward, his body swaying slightly, his eyes closed, as if he was dozing. His hair was like a hen's nest, his beard was messy like a large piece of bitter gourd silk tangled, and a noodle hung impressively on his gray beard.

Fang Yun almost laughed out loud when he saw this scene, although he had long known that this beggar emperor uncle was famous, but he didn't expect it to be so exaggerated.

However, no matter how messy this beggar uncle's hair is, there is no trace of dust and grease on it, because when he arrives in Hanlin, he can already be unstained with dust, even if this Zhao Jingkong jumps into the oil and comes out, his body is still clean after the blink of an eye.

Zhao Jingkong's clothes were stained with a lot of oil, which was particularly dazzling in the bright morning sun.

"Sure enough, it's true. Fang Yun sighed.

"It's kind of an eye-opener, it's just ...... Alas...... Some things are still not said. Chang Wanxu said.

A few Xiucai nodded lightly, and everyone knew that Chang Wanxu was going to say that Zhao Jingkong was a little rude. However, Zhao Jingkong's faux pasas didn't hurt anyone, and Chang Wanxu also knew that too much accusation would make him rude.

"This kind of courtesy, sometimes it doesn't matter if it's lost. Fang Yun's expression changed slightly, and his gaze at Zhao Jingkong seemed to imply something.

One person whispered: "It is said that this person is at odds with the first emperor and the old emperor's ancestor, and he defiles himself in order to avoid being suspicious of the first emperor and the old emperor's ancestor." ”

"This is the most likely. ”

"It's a pity, if he has a resolute temperament, I'm afraid he will be the second Li Wenying. ”

"Everyone has their own aspirations, and the beggar uncle may have another world in his heart. ”

"It's hard to say......"

Fang Yun and everyone were talking, and the surrounding Xiucai listened attentively, and some didn't care, and no one felt strange. This is completely different from Chen Zhiyuan's attitude towards Fang Yun, they are commenting, and Chen Zhiyuan is an arrogant accusation.

Fang Yun sighed lightly, others don't know, but yesterday he heard Dong Wencong and others say that when Qingguo separated Zhao Jingkong, the first emperor and the emperor, he also used the people of Juwenge and the miscellaneous family to constantly attack Zhao Jingkong, and the three of them became tigers, and finally led Zhao Jingkong to retreat for more than ten years. It wasn't until he became a scholar that Zhao Jingkong reappeared in Jingguo. But he has completely become an idler, and he didn't even attend the funeral of the first emperor.

Because it was Li Wenying who asked Zhao Jingkong to replace him, Fang Yun had a natural affection for Zhao Jingkong, no matter what this beggar uncle was, but after all, he was a scholar, which made people feel at ease.

The candidates arrived near the copper furnace one after another.

In front of the copper furnace, in addition to Zhao Jingkong, there were also four people standing in front of the Holy Academy, the examiner of the Holy Academy, the Jiangzhou Prefecture Mu, and the secretary of the Xue Palace.

The rest of the officials stood on either side and did not enter the main position.

After everyone arrived, Fang Yun's extremely familiar ceremony began. First, Gezhou Mu led people to pay homage to the saints, then Zhao Jingkong recited the "Sacred Texts of the Sacrifices", and finally the secretary of the Jingguo Academy announced the rules of the examination room.

That Zhao Jingkong originally looked drowsy, but he was extremely serious when reciting the "Sacred Texts of the Sacrifices". If you listen with your eyes closed, it is no different from other scholars. However, after reciting, he regained his usual weakness and closed his eyes, standing and dozing. The body shook lightly from time to time.

Fang Yun looked at the Xiucai around him, and his average age was at least ten years older than the candidates in the previous government examination, and he sighed with emotion.

After the ceremony. People who knew each other said goodbye one after another.

Fang Yun glanced back before entering the examination room, and the beggar uncle was actually sitting on a chair and falling asleep, and the expressions of the officials around him were more and more helpless.

Fang Yun smiled and continued to find his examination room.

After a while, Fang Yun found his examination room, which was not much different from the examination room of Xiucai, with necessities such as beds, tables and chairs, and toilets, and nothing else.

Fang Yun quickly sorted out a qiē, and then stood behind the table and waited for the person who handed out the test papers.

The first test is poetry, then the scriptures, and finally the strategy, one subject is tested for one day.

After a while, the sound of wheels crushing the ground sounded, and it stopped and stopped.

Fang Yun tilted his head slightly in the direction of the car, because he heard multiple candidates whispering, and heard a rare word.

"Random exams. ”

Fang Yun didn't even realize it for the first time, and only after thinking about it carefully did he remember what it was.

The normal questions of the three subjects are one subject a day in order, but the random examination is to send the questions of the three subjects of poetry, scripture and theory together, and the time is also three days.

Fang Yun knew very well in his heart that the two seemed to be not much different, but the random examination was a great test of people's concentration and choice, because different topics were easy to distract, and when writing poems, they would inevitably think about the scriptures or strategies, and if they thought about it, they would think chaotically, so that the content of the three subjects would affect each other, and finally the evaluation would be reduced.

This is not the most deadly, the most deadly thing is that once you find that your thinking is affected, you will fall into self-blame and regret.

Fang Yun thought for a moment and quickly made a decision.

The carriage appeared, and the messenger handed Fang Yun a thick stack of paper, and after Fang Yun thanked him, he sat down with the test paper.

The first page is written with the title of the poem, indicating the requirements for the rhythm and subject matter, while the second page is a blank piece of paper.

Fang Yun put the thick test paper away, and only took the first and second pages and put them in front of him, as if he didn't know that there were scriptures or policy topics behind him.

Fang Yun finished reading the title of the poem and began to think slowly.

It takes a long process to write a poem by yourself, and Fang Yun keeps thinking, considering from various aspects such as subject matter, rhythm, structure, artistic conception, thought, and intention, if you want to write a poem well, one day is not much.

In the process of thinking, once the afterglow touched the stack of test papers, Fang Yun's mood immediately changed slightly, as if there was a force urging him to read the topics of the scriptures and theories, so that he could have more time to think.

However, from beginning to end, Fang Yun did not hesitate, and finally even pressed the paperweight on the thick test paper and continued to think seriously.

One hour, two hours......

"Ah......h

A cry suddenly sounded and disappeared suddenly, and Fang Yun's heart sank, realizing that there was a human affection that was out of control and was isolated by the power of the Holy Temple.

This kind of random examination method itself will not make people's feelings out of control, but this is a lifting test, and more than half of the candidates have failed the test more than three times, and the pressure is unimaginable.

What's more, even if it's not a random exam, every year someone goes crazy or even commits suicide before and after the exam.

Xiucai is not a lifter, there is no courage, if you want to answer the question, you must rely on your own determination, and this kind of random examination does not play the slightest role in lifting, and the courage can be solved with a shock.

Fang Yun never used the power of courage, because he had a decision when he sent the papers, if he couldn't even pass the random exam, he was not qualified to be a saint at all, and he was not qualified to mobilize the courage.

After a while, a cry was heard, which quickly disappeared.

"The difficulty of choosing is really an incurable disease, and with the pressure, this random test is simply ruthless. Fang Yun thought to himself, and pressed the inkstone against the thick test paper again.

Fang Yun's feelings fluctuated as soon as they opened, getting bigger and bigger, but after reaching a certain level, they slowly subsided, and in the end, Fang Yun seemed to be completely unable to see the thick test paper, and only the poetry topics were left in his eyes. (To be continued......)