Seeing that the time for the essay exam was getting closer and closer, everyone's attention was in the direction of the door.

I was late on the first day, or because I was feeding the cranes, hehe, it would be beautiful.

When there was still half an hour before the start of the test, that is, about seven or eight minutes into the modern era, Brother Hui and a few people entered the Wenhua Palace.

As soon as they entered the hall, several people felt the gaze from all sides.

Fan Puchang and Xue Wenyu secretly gritted their teeth, Shang Xiaohu didn't care, and Brother Hui didn't care.

When he entered the hall, he greeted the head of the sect, and then hugged his fists and greeted the clansmen on both sides.

They only nodded symbolically in response, most of them looking at him with mocking eyes.

"Everyone, since you have all arrived, then the old man will talk about the content of this literary test. It's very simple, it is to write a poem silently, the font is not limited, and the time is a stick of incense. If you have no objections, please take a seat and get ready. The sect leader spoke.

It's really simple, but it's a little difficult for this King Jiejun, right? When everyone heard the words of the sect leader, they looked at Brother Hui together.

Xue Wenyu's fists under his sleeves have been clenched, these people are doing this on purpose, right?

Brother Hui nodded to Xue Wenyu as usual, and after drawing lots, he followed the little father-in-law who led the way to the position he drew and sat down.

When I sat down, I looked up and saw that there were still a lot of people looking at me.

In the Wenhua Palace, the table for the cultural examination was placed in front of it, and the civil and military officials and the people of the Imperial Hall sat on the left and right sides respectively.

In order to avoid the suspicion of cheating, the head of the sect ordered someone to lead one of the contestants together to check the table and confirm that there were only the four treasures of the study room and nothing else on the table.

After sitting down, Xue Wenyu and Fan Puchang both knew in their hearts that although they were mentally prepared to face it with Brother Hui, they really sat here, only to find that the reality might be more cruel than expected.

Look at the expressions of these people, they don't care who has the best words at all, but wait to see Brother Hui and see the jokes between themselves and the merchants.

Fan Puchang is under even more pressure in his heart, he is a famous Confucian, but now his grandson wants to make a mess in public, but he can't do anything!

The candidates other than Brother Hui, as well as those ministers, looked at Brother Hui, who was not flustered but had a trace of excitement, and they all felt speechless. Where does this kid get his confidence? Could it be that I've been with that wild woman for too long, and I don't know anything?

The head of the sect opened his mouth to speak, and a father-in-law lit an incense stick and inserted it in the incense burner in the middle.

Where Xue Wenyu and the three of them are sitting now, they can't see Brother Hui, and they need to move their bodies to the right again. But in that case, it will affect the sight of others, and it will also seem that they are not calm enough.

Therefore, Xue Wenyu and Fan Puchang had no choice but to sit upright and watch the situation of their chosen ones.

Look at whether it is Zhou Xinghua, who is a little older, or Zhou Yunhao, who is only a little older than Brother Hui, Zhou Yunfeng, all of them are calm and calm, and some are pondering what to write while studying ink.

Some of them have already picked up the pen and are in the process of writing.

Man is the spirit of all things, and the whole body of man is ruled by the mind. When the mind reaches a certain height, it becomes morality. Manifesting it becomes a talent, cultivating it becomes a meritorious deed, establishing it becomes a discipline, expression becomes an article, and exercising it becomes handwriting.

Just as everyone's face is different, everyone's heart is also different, and people's hearts are transformed into calligraphy, and there are all kinds of different expressions.

Therefore, even if you use the same font and write the same content, the work you write will have its own posture and temperament.

It has long been commented that a person who is rigid and stubborn will have the shortcomings of his calligraphy. A person who is rash and simple will have a lack of inconsistency in his calligraphy. The hesitant man, his calligraphy is sluggish and jerky.

By understanding one's own shortcomings, the writer will not be trapped by one's own shortcomings.

Relying on one's own strengths, the writer will be limited by complacency.

Therefore, literati like to judge a person from the perspective of a person's calligraphy work.

The first session of this essay test, calligraphy, is said to be simple, but in fact, the meaning is not ordinary.

The purpose of this calligraphy competition is not to eliminate anyone in the first game, but to let everyone present have a understanding of the candidates. One, a different cognition than usual.

The angle of Xue Wenyu's position is wrong, but others have the right angle.

Therefore, anyone who can clearly see King Jiejun at the right angle will stop at him after glancing around.

Oops? Looking at his young age, he has already begun to write.

Looking at his sitting posture and the movement of lifting the pen and putting the pen down, it looks quite like that.

Looking at the smiling expressions of some people, Xue Wenyu couldn't bear to smash the tea cup in his hand.

Is this the minister of the dynasty? How can a person who can laugh at a child under the age of ten so be qualified to enter the court and be an official all these years?

Shang Xiaohu, who couldn't bear it, quickly moved his body, glanced at Brother Hui, quickly sat down again, and whispered to Xue Wenyu; "It looks pretty good."

Xue Wenyu looked at him when he heard this, but he was speechless.

The heart said that you are a military general, and you think it is good? What's a good idea? Does it mean that Brother Hui is calmly writing?

He has been with that woman for several years, not to mention anything else, just in the face of this kind of occasion, without stage fright, it is indeed quite good.

At this moment, Brother Hui didn't think about what others thought of him, and he didn't think about what kind of evaluation his words would get. All he knew was writing.

My mother once said that a senior surnamed Liu said, 'The heart is correct and the pen is right'.

There are too many distractions in my heart, and I can't write good words.

The time for a stick of incense is about two quarters of an hour, which is about half an hour in modern times.

In fact, when the incense was only halfway burned, several people wrote and put down their pens. In the end, he was a member of the royal family, and he still sat upright after writing first, not looking at what others were writing, let alone looking at his own people and ministers on both sides.

Shang Xiaohu saw that several of them had put down their pens, and they moved their bodies to look at Brother Hui in a hurry, and saw that he had also put down his pen.

"Brother Wenyu, let's write it too." He whispered to Xue Wenyu.

No matter how low the voice is, the people on the side who are closer can hear it.

Hearing this, he pouted slightly, and said in his heart that he was not faster than anyone, what was there to be excited about!

Xue Wenyu was also speechless, and he was not relieved to know that Brother Hui had written it.

After waiting for a while, the eleven candidates finally wrote it, and the sect leader asked everyone to wait for a while, and when the ink was dry, he personally stepped forward to collect it.

When he walked to Brother Hui and reached out to take the words on the table, a pair of old eyes glared in vain, and his hands froze, this is what this child wrote? Did this be written by King Jiejun?

"Look at the patriarch's expression." Most of the people on both sides of the bottom saw it, and some blurted out...... Read the latest chapters, stay tuned