Chapter 127 Xuemei Poem

After all the scholars have entered the examination room. (Fastest update.56 books.library) The door of the Ministry of Rites and Tribute Courtyard slammed shut. A team of Qianniu Guards, dressed in bright yellow uniforms and carrying waist knives, numbered nearly a thousand, surrounded the Gongyuan. Within three days from this time, unless the emperor's edict is in hand, no one is allowed to enter and leave the tribute courtyard at will, and anyone who dares to trespass will be killed! Anyone among them, including Chunyu Chief Examiner Li Xiaogong and Deputy Examiner Qin Yifeng!

Jiang Zhixuan packed up his clothes, and lay down in the warm and comfortable examination room for a while, before he heard the sound of footsteps coming from far and near, and in addition, there was the rustle of the scholar turning the examination paper. That means that the examiner has already started to send out papers......

Looking up at the sky, it was close to noon. In other words, a morning's time is wasted on a series of chores such as queuing, body searching, entering the examination room, and issuing exam papers. It is no wonder that, according to the final statistics, in the eleventh year of Zhenguan, the number of township tributes and apprentices who participated in the provincial examination of the Ministry of Rites was combined. Up to 11,672 people. And the people in charge of the current branch of the spring, in addition to the two chief examiners Li Xiaogong and Qin Yifeng, there are only twenty-two examiners, as well as hundreds of miscellaneous servants. For these people, to complete the preliminary preparations for the spring festival of more than 10,000 people, and so many complicated affairs, people are indeed a little stretched.

This is still the early years of Zhenguan, and in the first year of Tang Kaiyuan, the number of scholars from all over the country who participate in the Spring Festival every year is as high as hundreds of thousands. It is completely unimaginable how the yamen, which has only a few dozen people in the Ministry of Rites, arranged to complete the spring festival of these hundreds of thousands of people......

Taking the exam paper in his hand, Jiang Zhixuan first skimmed through it roughly. It was found that the test content of the provincial examination was not much different from the township examination, and it was also a question of Meng, poetry and strategy. However, the content of the Meng's questions is much more difficult than the township test, which is the norm. As a lifter, it is naturally impossible to take the test to read the things that are only read. Fortunately, Jiang Zhixuan is well-read, like a rare book like "The Great Sage Collection", when he was the prince of the East Palace, he also read a lot. So, after browsing it, he was convinced. At least as far as the question is concerned, he is confident that he will answer it fluently.

In the Jinshi examination, the requirements for poetry are much stricter. The Jinke Township Test is no exception, requiring Xuemei as the theme to compose a seven-character poem. This made Jiang Zhixuan angry, and he tried it in the countryside before. It is required to be written loosely, and the genre is not limited. Now that Ke Chun is in the Tang Dynasty, he asks to write about snow and plums, is there nothing else to write about the Tang Dynasty? I don't know what the examiner who wrote the question thinks in his head all day......

This is no wonder that the examiner who came out of the question, since the Zhenguan period, almost all the township examinations and spring festivals are written scenes, so as to support things and words, and the test is the candidate's literary skills and ideological sentiments. It is true that a lot of talents have been examined, so this year's chief examiner, Li Xiaogong, naturally has to follow the previous system. Besides, he is a military general, and you want him to change the exam questions by himself, but it is too difficult for him......

As for the policy topic of the current science and township test, it is to comment on current politics: the battle of Tuyuhun! This just tickled Jiang Zhixuan's itch, and it was said that Li Siye happened to participate in the Battle of Tuyuhun. When he returned to Huayin to visit the people on the farm, he once talked with Jiang Zhixuan for a night and revealed many unknown truths. Please remember our website for 56 books. Library) thus. Jiang Zhixuan can be said to have a unique advantage among all the test takers, and can comment on the battle of Tuyuhun in the most objective way!

After a cursory glance at the exam papers, Jiang Zhixuan took out paperweights, inkstones, pen and ink and other objects from the bookcase. Pour some water into the inkstone, and then carefully and preciously pick up the black ink ingot, and gently grind the ink.

On weekdays, he reads and practices calligraphy, mostly using commonly used rosin ink. The ink ingot in his hand now is the 'Hui Mo' that his beloved wife Xiaoxiao bought back for him after many inquiries. This is a luxury that many readers can not find in this era, with the characteristics of black color, firm and shiny, not faint when entering the paper, licking the pen without glue, lasting for a long time, rich fragrance, moth-proof and so on. It enjoys the reputation of being light, grinding and clearing, smelling sweet, solid as jade, grinding silent, a little like lacquer, and true for thousands of years.

Don't underestimate this small piece of ink ingot, but its value is far more than the same volume of silver. What's more, this is easy to buy, just to let the husband play to the extreme in all aspects as much as possible in the spring festival!

Grind the ink, gently place the exam paper on the desk, and carefully press it with a paperweight to prevent the roll from wrinkling due to the wind. Then he smoothed and pressed the surface of the scroll with his left hand, and then he was full of pen and ink and began to answer the questions.

According to Jiang Zhixuan's own ideas, the first thing to do is naturally to cover the topic. This kind of fill-in-the-blank question does not need to think at all, just do it from memory. This is naturally a no-brainer for him. Therefore. By noon, he had finished answering all the questions and began to prepare lunch.

is different from the time of the township examination, and those who can raise people in high school naturally have a much better mentality than Xiucai. Therefore, when Jiang Zhixuan took out the small charcoal stove and prepared to make lunch. When I looked up, I saw that most of the scholars in the dozens of examination houses on the opposite side had also survived. Take out all kinds of food and snacks that you bring with you, and have a delicious lunch with water or wine. While eating, he frowned over and over again, like Jiang Zhixuan, thinking about the poems and strategies in his mind.

Light a few pieces of smokeless charcoal with a fire breaker and place them in a small charcoal stove. Take out the small extra-small iron pot at the bottom of the bookcase and place it on top of the charcoal stove. He went to the well in the courtyard to fetch a bag of water, poured it into the iron pot, and then let the invisible but absolutely high charcoal fire lick the bottom of the pot carefully.

After the water boils, according to the method taught by my wife, I first put the minced meat flour mixed with various nutritional condiments, put it in it, and stir slowly with chopsticks. Not much. It is boiled into a pot of delicious minced meat soup. Then take out the small carefully prepared 'Bu Tuo', put it in the pot and steam it, wait for the 'Bu Tuo' to become soft, and finally beat a fresh egg. In this way, a pot of fragrant minced egg noodles with minced meat is made.

'Butuo', that is, the noodles of later generations, the Tang Dynasty did not have such superb craftsmanship as later generations, and there was no such title as noodles. The ones that Jiang Zhixuan brought into the examination room were made by hand, and they could not be mass-produced......

The other candidates in the Tribute Academy were busy eating their own food. Plus the breakfast was mostly very generous. Therefore, Jiang Zhixuan's first meal did not attract the attention of many people. After lunch, everyone was busy answering questions again. The poems and strategies that followed made many people feel broken......

For a whole afternoon, Jiang Zhixuan was struggling with the topic of strategy. As far as he knew, the battle of Tuyuhun was a big victory. However, the Tang army's own casualty figures are far from what the imperial court officially proclaimed. Although he also knew that throughout the ages, those in power would use this method to publicize their merits and whitewash the peace. But in his heart, there was always a feeling of indignation, that is, he felt injustice for those soldiers who died in battle.

As for the poem with Xuemei as the theme, he already has a synopsis in his mind. But he didn't rush to write, wanting to leave it for the end, to see if he could make a more appropriate poem.

Therefore, one afternoon @, Jiang Zhixuan never wrote a word. Instead, he lay in the middle of the test, frowning and thinking about the content of the strategy. A strong impulse rose in his heart, and he wanted to say a few words of justice for those soldiers who were wounded and killed in the border war! And according to his beloved wife's tips, he suggested to the court to build a monument to keep the names of these dead and wounded soldiers forever!

In the blink of an eye, it was time for dinner, and at this time, the behavior of the scholars was somewhat inconsistent. Some of the scholars stopped as if it were noon, took out the snacks and dry food and chewed them slowly. Others are caught up in contemplation, oblivious to everything around them. There are also literary thoughts, writing passionately and refusing to stop. But Jiang Zhixuan didn't do anything, so he looked quite dazed and half lay in the examination room. Cover yourself with a blanket and rest.

The different township examinations in the spring are related to the future of countless scholars, and it is also a great ceremony for the country. Therefore, all the necessary items are well equipped, such as ...... for night lighting Candle!

Since I didn't rest and be stable yesterday night, I got up very early in the morning in order to catch up with the exam. Therefore, after dark, many scholars curled up in the examination room and fell into a deep sleep. From time to time, there were bursts of coughing, and it was estimated that those who were poor or ill-prepared had caught a cold during the three months. Of course, there are also many scholars who hold on, staring at a pair of red eyes like rabbits, lighting candles and fighting at night!

Jiang Zhixuan naturally wouldn't play with his life like these scholars. He deeply believed in his wife's words: "Sharpen the knife and don't mistake the woodcutter!" ”。 Therefore, after dark, he wrapped himself in a blanket and slept sweetly and comfortably until dawn, and even saved dinner.

Wake up refreshed. After taking wicker fine salt and a towel, I drew water and washed carefully. He prepared breakfast again, although it was still the same food as yesterday's noon. But at this time, when it was cooked again, the wafting aroma stimulated other people a little unbearable!

Although it has already begun spring, the weather at night in Chang'an, the capital division in March, is still quite cold. Many scholars didn't have anything to protect themselves from the cold, so when they woke up, their hands and feet were a little numb from the cold. And all the food has become cold, even if some clever people put the dry food snack in their arms and cover it, it is a little hot, but after all, it is far from real hot food.

Therefore, when those scholars, especially the scholars opposite Jiang Zhixuan and the left and right examination houses. Seeing that he was holding a bowl of steaming and fragrant noodles, he couldn't help but swallow two mouthfuls of saliva. The two scholars in the opposite examination room were munching on cold and exquisite snacks, and they secretly scolded in their hearts:

"***, better than this son" > will enjoy! ”

If it weren't for the regulations in the examination room of the Gongyuan Academy, where it was strictly forbidden for candidates to talk to each other, I am afraid that many children of official families would come up with silver in their eyes: "Brother, how much is a bowl of 'don't trust'......"

After breakfast, Jiang Zhixuan, who was refreshed and full of energy, finally sat down in front of the desk and began to write the strategy he had been thinking about all night. He has been driving in the palace for half a year, and he knows Li Shimin's temper very well. I know that today's son is a wise gentleman who can listen to his advice and speak against his ears. Therefore, an impassioned proposal to erect a monument to the names of the fallen soldiers quickly appeared on paper.

After finishing the strategy, Jiang Zhixuan thought for a while, then stopped and thought carefully about the poem.

There are many poems about plum and snow written by predecessors. But there is nothing to learn from, because in the poems written by the predecessors, either Yongxue or Meimei. In his mind, he had never seen a poem that sang Mei and sighed at the same time.

In his mind, there is actually a seven-character poem that juxtaposes the two. However, he wanted to think about it again, so he didn't rush to write. Instead, on the spare papyrus, I wrote down the poem in my mind first:

"Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in the spring, and the saugers put aside the pen fee to comment on the chapter; The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance! ”

After writing the poem and savoring it twice, it was getting late again. Jiang Zhixuan, just like last night, rolled up into the examination room early, closed his eyes and recuperated.

At this time, Qin Yifeng, who was inspecting the examination room, finally couldn't help but gently paced into his examination room. By the candlelight of the examination house next to him, he could vaguely see his examination papers. Seeing that the poem column on it was still blank, he couldn't help frowning. I thought in my heart:

"Could it be that Jinke's poem is a question, and even the hand-picked Xie Yuanlang can't answer it?"

It turned out that he inspected the examination room and found that the vast majority of candidates were blank in the poetry column. Even if I occasionally see some of them, most of them are graffiti, and there is no brilliance in them. Originally, he had great hopes, hoping to see a brilliant poem here in Jiang Zhixuan. Unexpectedly, even he hadn't made it yet.

With a slight disappointment in his heart, he shook his head and prepared to leave: Jinshi is the most important poem, if the poem cannot be written, or the level of the work is not in the stream, it is impossible to be a Jinshi. Just before he could leave, a breeze blew, revealing a corner of the scratch paper beneath the exam paper.

Qin Yifeng's heart moved, and he gently pulled out the scratch paper. I went to the flickering lights next to me to take a closer look, and my heart was suddenly overjoyed.

"Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in the spring, and the saugers put aside the pen fee to comment on the chapter; The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance! ”。 Although in the artistic conception,

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