Are you honest enough not to lose our trust in your abilities? Zuo Qingkui's deputy examiner C said. Mobile

Yun Ji smiled slightly and said, "Don't be afraid, the student knows very well how many catties and taels he has, so he doesn't dare to live up to the trust of the official family, so naturally he doesn't dare to speak up." ”

"Have you ever read any books of the world?" Zuo Qingkui asked again.

Yun Ji replied: "I have read some of the books of the world, such as "Poetry Theory" written by Wen Zhenggong, "Taiji Diagram Theory" written by Zhou Fuzi, and "Four Books of Jingyi" compiled by Rong Xiang, etc., and students are all involved. ”

"Oh? If you have studied poetry, how about composing a poem on the spot? You look at the furnishings in this house, or as far as you come to Beijing to see, compose a poem, and the official does not limit your rhyme, and it is composed at will. "It is the most basic thing for a child prodigy to ask students to compose poems, and being able to write them shows that their knowledge is worthy of their reputation. If you can't write it, of course, you don't have to force it.

In the past, the first written test was required, and the content of the written test was to write scriptures and theories, and if the poems did not produce poems, as long as the strategies were done well, they would not lose their reputations. It may even be appreciated by the government.

"In this way, the student wrote a poem about what he saw during his visit to Beijing the day before yesterday." The clouds and their hands are behind their backs, crossed and clasped together. He straightened his chest and raised his head as if he was about to chant.

The huge room suddenly quieted down, Zuo Qingkui finally couldn't help nodding, at a young age, the momentum on his body had already initially appeared, if such a person was cultivated, he would definitely become a big help to Tianqi.

"Huaishui is empty to the lanterns and candles, so people don't see the cold light. The shadow of the moon is sent remotely on the border, and the road across the mountains and rivers of Kyushu. Jiangping is ink-colored, and the walls are quiet and floating up and down. Jingqingjing is not reversed, sighing and sleepwalking. Yun Ji said slowly.

The faces of all the people sitting there changed, and they suddenly felt strange, why is the little baby so preoccupied? But the poem is really well written. At the age of ten, he can have such literary talent, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a prodigy. The stone in everyone's hearts has fallen.

Although Jinzhou is a barbarian land in the south, it is very backward compared to Shangjing and Suzhou, but it also produces everyone, and the famous Luoyang Academy is in Jinzhou.

Zuo Qingkui said: "Is the poem famous? ”

"My lord, the student hasn't been named yet." Yun Ji resumed the gesture of clasping his hands in front of him, and replied with his head half-hung down.

"This official is puzzled, Shangjing is very prosperous, why do you want to write that sad poem?" It's sad to be so young, but it's unacceptable.

"It was only the night before yesterday that the student and his mother went to the Huaishui to put a river lantern, and suddenly remembered their deceased father and their long-lost friend, so they were moved to write this poem, which is the most impressive thing for the student in the past few days." Yun Ji exhaled, withdrew the tears in his eyes, secretly hid his emotions that he almost couldn't control, and looked no different from usual before raising his head.

"I see." Zuo Qingkui touched his beard. "Your father must have been a virtuous man to be where you are now."

Yun Ji said: "My father is just a commoner, and my lord praised it falsely." ”

Zuo Qingkui said to a few people around him: "A few of you will examine the questions in turn, and the official will examine them." ”

"Yes." The four of them spoke in unison.

This time, the written test was canceled, and the interview was specially conducted, in order to examine the performance of the cloud and in front of people, but although the written test is not over, writing is still indispensable.

"You can write that poem on this paper." Deputy examiner Ding pointed to the table on the side, on which the four treasures of the study were placed.

Yun Ji walked over and found that the paper was not paved, and the pen was moistened but not polished, thinking that this was also one of the assessments.

So he began to sharpen the ink according to the habit of a scholar. Anyway, there is plenty of time, so he grinds it carefully, and the better the ink grinds, the smoother the writing will be.

After a quarter of an hour, Yun Ji finally polished the ink, and no one bothered him during this period, even if there were four people standing around the table, Zuo Qingkui was still sitting on the main seat, drinking his tea.

After laying the paper, he pressed it with a ruler, and Yun and Fang dipped the pen in ink.

This time is different from the past, he wants to write not a casual transcription, but a work, which must not be directly on paper. It is necessary to preset and control the size of the font, and to leave blank spaces.

The length of Yun Ji's poem is not short, his calligraphy was taught by Master Zhu and Li Qing, and he has practiced for five years, and he has already developed a style. Yun Ji looked at the length and width of the paper, and finally found a good position and dropped the first word.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, after writing the first word, Yun Ji's nervousness disappeared, and the rest went smoothly, without pimples or mistakes. The full text is written in block letters, and the payment is carried out, leaving a red seal at the end.

This seal was engraved by Li Qing for him, using the Lishu font. The material came from a white, opaque but very cool stone picked up by the river. When Li Qing showed the seal to Yun Ji, Yun Ji's mouth opened wide in surprise, and then when he saw the wound on Li Qing's hand, he forced Li Qing not to use the knife in pain.

"This word is written well, neatly and moderately, the regular script used, carefully look at the absolute difference from others, look at the decoration of this corner, have their own understanding, nature reveals a atmosphere, it seems that the poem is not enough to prove the child's strength!" Deputy Examiner A sighed.

The little official on the side presented the cloud and the written words to Zuo Qingkui.

"It's really good, but the power between the fonts is still insufficient, and it will take another ten or eight years to write before it can really become a tool." Zuo Qingkui means that Yun Ji's age is still too young, and I am afraid it will be difficult to appoint him.

Yun Ji walked out of the table and said "yes".

Then the clerk dried the paper and put it away, and this paper was to be presented to the official family for the purpose.

"So, let's move on to the question."

Deputy Examiner B is already eager to give it a try. This Jiang Yunhe does have some skills, they are also famous bachelors who have read the books of sages, if Jiang Yunhe grows up, I am afraid they will not be able to catch up.

Next, the four deputy examiners bombarded Yunji in turn, from the recitation of poems and songs to the understanding of scriptures and meanings, to oral questioning.

Some of Yunji's answers are fluent, some are bumpy, and some directly say they don't know. Anyway, he told the truth, and after two hours, everyone was parched.

This face is like a tongue battle group of Confucians.

And Yun Ji can't answer the questions, but there are only two or three. This has already impressed several people.

"I heard that you have the ability to never forget, I have here a book of the history of the former dynasty that has just been compiled by the Hanlin Academy, you take it to memorize, and the official will give you half an hour." Zuo Qingkui took out a set of books from the box next to him, the book was well protected, and the cover said "Wei Shi".

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