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The fourth and fifth sessions are called Lianfu, and there are many scriptures, poems, and concubines in the content of the exam. Sometimes the county magistrate can decide to play four or five in one, because after watching three games, everyone knows who can go up and who can go down, so there is no need to waste everyone's time.

Xin Kun knew that there was no fifth session, and he felt very happy, but he looked at the content of the usual four or five exams. She blackened her face again, because if she only took one exam, with Cai Guan's temperament, he would not spare herself. So, the scriptures will not be without, but they will not be significant.

The poems in the first session are about landscapes, the third is about the four seasons, and the fourth is probably about events. The scenery and the four seasons are relatively simple to be honest. It's troublesome to recite the incident, how can this be mixed?

"Worried?" When Guo Peng came in, he saw Xin Kun biting the tip of the pen and was busy.

"It's a little annoying to think this poem!" Xin Kun nodded.

"Do you want me to ask my cousin?" Guo Peng hurriedly asked.

"I'll let you go, and you'll go?" Xin Kun stared at Guo Peng.

"No, I can't let your reputation be the slightest flawed." Guo Peng shrugged his shoulders.

"Then get out, I'll think again."

"What do you want?"

"Reciting the scenery, I have passed the test in all seasons. Now it's either a big event or a recitation. It's unlikely that the recitation is likely, your cousin is so happy, and the last one is going to be colorful. So it should be a big event. So what is the big event that can make your cousin choose to test us? Xin Kun thought for a moment and put his hand on his chin.

"The most beautiful thing in his life is to be admitted to the top prize!" Guo Peng thought subconsciously.

"Interesting!" Xin Kun thought about it, and wrote with a pen, ["Prodigy Poem" The Son of Heaven is a hero, and the article teaches Er Cao; Everything is inferior, but reading is high. Young children must be diligent in learning, and articles can stand up; Zhu Zigui of the Manchu Dynasty is full of scholars. Learned diligently, thousands of books; Three winters are enough today, who laughs and has an empty stomach. Since childhood, he has learned many talents and has high ambitions in his life. Others have swords, but I have a pen like a sword. Chao is Tian Shelang, and the twilight is in the Tianzi Hall; There will be no seeds, and men should be self-reliant. 】

"Brother Kun, I can understand it!" Guo Peng's eyes lit up.

"Does it look like I wrote it?" Xin Kun looked at Guo Peng.

"Of course...... Brother Kun, didn't you write it? Guo Peng glared at her face.

"What I can write, you don't know yet. If you want to write like this, you can understand it, and this requires a high level of attainment. I'm a person who can only spell words, and I really don't know if I can write like this. ”

"Then you can't use it, can you?" Guo Peng is a good boy and looked at her a little worriedly.

"I only wrote the first ten sentences silently. There are many sentences in the back, which can be broken and restarted, mainly because they can be matched with words that want to limit the rhyme. Xin Kun is not worried about being discovered, this is what Wang Zhu did in Song Shi. In later generations, in order to persuade learning, people kept adding sentences, and it became what it looked like later. And in this time and space, the world after the Han Dynasty is completely different. There are no Tang and Song poems, and there are no great poets. She can copy a lot of things, but I'm sorry. She felt a little embarrassed to write this. However, in order to be able to complete the exam, I can't take care of these things?

"Kundi ......"

"A friend's poem was given to me so I could use it. He won't mind! Xin Kun knew what he wanted to say.

"Oh, that's great." Guo Peng breathed a long sigh of relief, "This person's style is so good, I can understand what he can write!" ”

"yes, no, I can't remember." Xin Kun smiled and sighed softly, "I hope I can pass this level tomorrow." ”

The next day, it finally came, Xin Kun sat in the middle position, the examination room was actually round, and the invigilator sat in the center. The candidates are distributed around, and from the position where the candidates sit, you can actually see the ranking.

And Xin Kun is now sitting in front of Cai Guan, indicating that her ranking is one of the best. Seeing Cai Guan staring at her, she hurriedly lowered her head.

Flipping through the volume, she first looked at the poem, she guessed wrong, it was not a trial poem for the imperial examination, but a five-word and six-rhyme poem with the title of "Xiangling Guse".

The sentence "Xiangling Drumming" is taken from Qu Yuan's "Far Travel": Make Xiangling Drum Stiff, and make Hairuo dance Feng Yi. This is a fairy tale in ancient times, Emperor Shun was buried in Cangwu Mountain after his death, and his concubines Empress E and Nuying committed suicide by throwing themselves into Xiangshui because of grief, and became the goddess of Xiangshui; They often drummed by the river and expressed their sorrow in the sound of the serpent.

To take the title of 'Xiangling Drum', in the twelve sentences, every sentence must be closely related to the theme. It's scary to think about.

However, Xin Kun glanced up at Cai Guan again, is it so difficult, is it really here to take the children's exam?

Silently grinding the ink, licking the pen, and slowly writing, "Good Guyun and Se, often hear the emperor's spirit." Feng Yikong danced to himself, and Chu Ke was unbearable. The bitter tone is poignant, and the clear sound is in the dark. Cangwu came to complain, and Bai Zhi moved Fangxin. The flowing water spreads to Xiangpu, and the sad wind passes through the cave. At the end of the song, no one is gone, and there are several peaks on the river. 'Spirit, listening, underworld, Xin, court, green, all buckled on the 'in039 rhyme.

After she finished writing, her mood was a little complicated, this is Tang Qianqi's "Provincial Test Xiangling Drum". There is not much information left by the trial poem, and when you check it, this poem can't be avoided. Because the trial post poem is a modern proposition composition, and it is even more rare to write a test post poem well. And this one happens to be the masterpiece in the trial poem, so she can't do it if she doesn't want to memorize it.

Is this providential? However, this masterpiece was seen by Cai Guan, and I don't know if he will believe it, and if she thinks about it herself, she doesn't believe it.

However, she didn't have time to think about it, so she hurried up and finished all the following papers. It is not difficult to write a word, generally four or six words a sentence, write a fold or something, are to use the text, although this is a little difficult, but for her, it is nothing, as a scholar of ancient Chinese, want to know more, the best way is to learn to write by yourself.

After writing the draft of the pun, it was already noon.

And Cai Guan had already sat down and inspected the examination room. Xin Kun didn't bother to take care of him, and concentrated on eating his lunch.

Cai Guan finally came over, pulled out her poetry scroll, frowned and looked at it for a long time, "You wrote it?" ”

"A friend sent me a poem, but I didn't expect you to come up with this topic. Sorry! Xin Kun sighed and looked at Cai Guan a little tangled.

"Do you have friends who can write this kind of poetry?"

"Nonsense, in addition to not being able to write, my appreciation level is not bad." Xin Kun looked left and right and lowered his voice.

"Fortunately, I didn't come up with this question, otherwise, I really can't tell." Cai Guan glared at her, put down the paper, and went to the next candidate by himself.

Xin Kun also breathed a sigh of relief, and Cai Guan just hinted at it. He didn't come up with this poem, so he would let himself go.