At this moment, the mood of the Elder of the Clerk's Pavilion was extremely heavy, I thought that under his auspices, plus the proposition of releasing water, at least forty or fifty literati passed the test of the first paragraph.

However, the answer sheet presented was too far from what he expected.

However, the twelve-point poem scroll in front of Yan Qing always touched the hearts of more than 100 literati in the audience.

Moreover, after the Elder of the Wenge Pavilion presided over the conference, the literati in Mayang County also learned the news, and at this moment, they all gathered at the foot of the Wenge Mountain, just in time to see the first round of exchange events of the conference.

People are looking forward to it.

In the crowd, several Jinyi guards wearing flying fish suits and embroidered spring knives at their waists gathered around Zuo Qingran, the captain of the Jinyi Guard, arrived.

In an instant, many literati were frightened, and they stayed away from these brocade guards, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

Jin Yiwei is subordinate to the Beizhen Fu Division of the Great Xia Imperial Court, and has the right to arrest, execute, and execute on his own without going through the judicial organs, which is equivalent to the institutions of the secret service and the secret police agency.

Even if the Emperor of Great Xia sits in the palace and does not leave home, he can also learn about the big and small things in the world through the Beizhen Fusi Jinyiwei, which is a tool for the Emperor of Great Xia to control the world.

Taiwu Province is in the capital of the main province in the south, which is a relatively remote place, and it was a barbarian land hundreds of years ago, so there was no Jinyi Guard Station here.

It's just that in Lingyun Mansion, which is thousands of miles away from the capital of Taiwuhang Province, a thousand households of Jinyi Wei were set up.

It is extremely rare for the Jinyi Guard of Lingyun Mansion to appear in Mayang County, Taiwu Province, but it ...... Being remembered by the Jinyi Guard is definitely not a glorious thing, but a rhythm of losing one's life.

Throughout the ages, inside and outside the Great Xia court, including many literati among the people, even if they are famous students, and those who are remembered by the Jinyi Guards in everything will hardly end well.

Now there is a Jinyi guard captain from Mayang County, with four wrestlers, wearing embroidered spring knives at his waist, and his murderous spirit is fierce, which has a great impact on the literati.

At least some of the weak-hearted literati had already sneaked away, for fear of being remembered by this group of brocade guards.

"Lord Zuo, Miao Baihu asked me to wait to investigate that matter, why are you involved in this matter now? Why don't you go and do something? There is not much time left......

The brocade-clothed guard in the flying fish suit whispered.

"Master Ben knows, do you want to talk about it?, this poetry exchange conference, there are many people of the same age......" Zuo Qingran frowned.

"But the meaning of the Lord of the Hundred Households, let me wait to go to the Yamen of Wuling County to transfer out the household registration and look for suspicious clues, is it possible to ask these literati to strip off their pants for them to verify their identity?"

The brocade guard is embarrassed.

Zuo Qingran rubbed his ears, raised his leg and kicked Na Lishi, and said, "Are you an adult or am I an adult?"

"The little ones don't dare!"

"Do you know, don't you want to bring a chair for Lord Ben, and serve tea?" Zuo Qingran glared at Nalux.

Sou!

Suddenly, the four wrestlers fully showed the arrogant and domineering side of the Jinyi Guard, the embroidered spring knife came out, shouted in their mouths, and rushed directly to the stage, moved chairs and tables from the column in Wuling County, and served tea.

The attention of the elder of the Clerk's Pavilion was all on the twelve poems, and it was not until the sound from the audience that he saw the figures of several brocade guards, and his heart was also slightly moved.

Jinyiwei to Mayang County?

The so-called Three Treasures Hall for nothing, who are they going to arrest?

Fortunately, Jin Yiwei didn't do anything too out of the ordinary, just moved a few tables and chairs, and it didn't get in the way.

However, Lin Yu, who was sitting in the column of Wuling County, couldn't be too clear about the sound behind him, but when he looked back and saw the familiar picture, he woke up after half a sound, and his face suddenly turned white.

Nima is actually a brocade guard in the Ming Dynasty in the previous life, wearing a flying fish suit and an embroidered spring knife on his waist.

That's a coincidence, isn't it?

Lin Yu understands the horror of Jinyiwei in film and television dramas, and he doesn't dare to be tough with them at all, moving the table is a small matter, and he is remembered by the other party, so he can only burn incense and worship the Buddha and beg to let it go.

The elder of the Clerk's Pavilion on the stage, Yan Qing, regarded the brocade clothes guard as an ornament, picked up one of the twelve volumes of poems, and slowly unfolded it.

His movements were very slow, which touched the hearts of all the students in the audience.

However, Elder Yan Qing didn't mean to read it, after all, ...... Everyone knows that these twelve poems have passed the first paragraph, and they only need to wait for Yanqing to observe them and read out which genius wrote the poems.

These twelve poems must be included in the Library, after all, the poems that can stand the test of talent have the qualifications to be entered into the Library.

"Zhang Ziyuan!" Yan Qing read out the first name.

"Haha, it's won, this student is in!"

A student's body bounced to his feet, a touch of ecstasy appeared on his face, and his hands danced excitedly.

"Inferior!"

Yan Qing spit out two words lightly, and suddenly, the student's face turned red, and he sat down with his head down.

"Haha, but it's just a high-grade poetry......"

Many literati laughed, and the student's reaction just now was as if he had won the top prize, but who knew that he had just reached the entry standard.

Yan Qing's mood became more and more heavy, these poems are good, and there are also commendable points, but the talent of heaven and earth is too thin, and even the talent of heaven and earth has no reaction.

Such poems are nothing but inferior products.

Even if the talent of heaven and earth only fluctuates a little, it can be regarded as a medium grade, and only such poems are eligible to be included in the Book Pavilion.

took down the poems and put them in the book pavilion, and he felt ashamed.

"Kang Minzhi, inferior!" Yan Qing said indifferently.

“......”

The names of five or six students were called one after another, almost all of them were low-grade poems, and Yan Qing's face became even more ugly.

"What a bunch of ...... Pig: My people in Daxia are all such literati? How can we prosper the country?"

Yan Qing was about to cry, and lamented that the Great Xia court could not produce the outstanding talent of the Son of Heaven.

In despair, Yan Qing numbly picked up another poem, however, the moment his palm touched the scroll of paper, as if struck by lightning, the thin hands subconsciously retracted.

In an instant, Yan Qing's eyes flashed with a gleam, and his body was also subconsciously shocked, he just felt a powerful fluctuation of talent, and the cyclone in his body seemed to be affected, and it accelerated up.

"Hmm, something is wrong, it seems that a good poem has been published......"

The young man of the academy on the boulder was dustless, his eyes showed a trace of solemnity, and his eyes were staring at the poem scroll in front of Yan Qing from afar.

At the same time, at the foot of Wenge Mountain, there was a subtle fluctuation of heaven and earth's talent, as if it had been inspired by something, and it was slowly converging......

Many sensitive literati also noticed the changes in heaven and earth, and their expressions showed shock.

I'm afraid that there is an amazing poem coming out......

(End of chapter)