By the time Xiao Yuan finished writing the strategy, the bright moon hung high, and the cold light was reflected, and it was already midnight.

Bite...... Bite...... The carriage rang three times, and the retest was over.

"This topic is so difficult, and the time is so little, even I, who has the heart of literary music, almost didn't finish it!" No wonder Wei Jianshu said to him: It's difficult to retake the exam, it's difficult to retake the exam, it's hard to go to the sky!

When the white-clothed examiner in the carriage collected the poems and strategies, there was a little accident - when he received Xiao Yuan's poetry volume, he felt that this thin piece of paper weighed more than a dozen pounds! He held it with one hand, and almost made a joke.

When he received the treatise, he clasped his hands and raised his forearms slightly in a weight-lifting motion.

"A thousand pounds of paper!" the white-clothed examiner was shocked and called out. Xiao Yuan said in his heart: Obviously, I hold it very lightly - what Xiao Yuan doesn't know is that the policy of the town and the country, the writer holds it as usual, but others are a thousand pounds of paper!

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, just as he called out that sentence, Chen Xiao and Wan Guozheng had already arrived and were silent, just smiling.

"The four of you will collect the papers first," Xiao Yuan looked at the three weird smiling faces, and hugged his fists and said, "Candidate Xiao Yuan retired." Then he strode out, and the three didn't stop him, but secretly wrote down the name of Xiao Gongzi.

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One night.

Xiao Gongzi is washing his pen and practicing calligraphy - he hasn't written for many years, after all, he is unfamiliar.

"Young master, how did you do in the exam. ”

"It's okay, now should be the time to read the papers. ”

Inside the Bun Academy.

The spacious marking room is brightly lit, and rows of long tables are neatly placed, and the test papers of more than 20,000 candidates are placed on them in turn, covering the table, which is very spectacular.

The three examiners stood solemnly in front of the statue of Confucius in the depths of the marking room, and the ten lecturers of the State Academy of Literature were behind them.

Chen Zhoujun said: "Respectfully ask for the Holy Judge!"

"I respectfully ask the Holy Judge. Then the crowd said in unison.

A strange force descended out of thin air, and the wind was blowing in the room, but all the test papers did not move.

Most of the test papers were unchanged, but almost half of them suddenly glowed orange.

Talent revealed.

Those orange glimmers were more or less, and the highest talent among them was close to seven feet tall, which was exactly the strategy of that Xiao Gongzi.

The second-ranked test paper is only barely three feet tall, just a dafu, and the difference between the two is huge.

Then, a gust of wind blew, and the test papers flew all over the sky.

The wind stopped, and a large number of test papers were piled up in one corner, and only a few hundred test papers were left on the table, arranged in order of talent.

"Pick people by talent, sort by text!"

After Chen Zhoujun finished speaking, the ten lecturers and gentlemen each held an answer to the holy word, and each selected 20 examination papers from back to front, and began to read the papers and judge.

The ten test papers with the most talent did not move.

Chen Zhoujun took the lead and said with a smile: "Since there is a poem of Mingzhou, and there is a strategy for the town, then Benzhoujun is not welcome, a sneak peek." After speaking, he happily walked to Xiao Gongzi's test paper.

The reason why the papers are marked so late is because after the candidates hand in the papers, they need to use the inscriptions of everyone on the signing table at that time to identify the candidates' papers. Moreover, there is a special person responsible for stamping the candidate's name with a name seal on paper, which cannot be seen when marking the paper to prevent cheating. Only when the top fifty rankings are determined can the names be seen.

The poem was placed at the top, and Chen Zhoujun couldn't help frowning when he saw "bringing Liu Han to the Holy Courtyard in early spring". Mental association - this name is too arbitrary. This year's re-examination questions are Spring and Biansai – which are clearly the titles of narrative poems.

Chen Zhoujun looked at the poem and couldn't help but read it: "The light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as a crisp,

The grass is far away, but there is none.

The most is the spring benefit of the year,

Win the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. ”

The three examiners were stunned, the text of this poem is very simple, there is no difficulty, you can understand it as soon as you read it, but why is there a faint regret after reading it?

The other two examiners also looked at Xiao Yuan's test paper and thought carefully.

"It seems like something is missing in my heart. Wan Guo Zheng said.

Chen Zhoujun was born as a scholar in the same university, and his official position was Zheng Sanpin, while Wang Yuanjun and Wan Xuezheng were only from Jinshi, and they were both from the fifth grade.

Chen Zhou Junling watched it several times, and suddenly sighed: "Wonderful." Although the text of this poem is simple and natural, only simple words are used, and the common "light rain" and "grass color" depict the unique scenery of early spring. The depiction is particularly delicate, the sentences are beautiful, and the ideas are novel, but they give people a sense of wetness, comfort and freshness in early spring. It is a good sentence for spring to return to the earth!

The first sentence points out the light rain in early spring, and a single moist word leads people to infinite reverie, describing its smooth and moist with "moist as crisp", which accurately captures its characteristics. Sentence formation is also refreshing.

The second sentence follows the first sentence and writes about the scenery after the grass is stained with rain. It looks green from a distance, but there is nothing up close, depicting the hazy scene of the grass after the rain in early spring. That's a good sentence!"

As soon as these words came out, the reading room was quiet, as if everyone was thinking about a sentence: the grass was far away but there was nothing.

It's just seven words, but it arouses everyone's reverie.

Wang Yuanjun nodded and said, "Brother Chen's words are full of the beauty of this poem. I'll be ugly too—a little appreciation.

More importantly, let me experience and understand spring, and we don't have to wait until "the smoke and willows are full of imperial capital", but we should be good at feeling it, understanding it, and grasping it when "the grass color is close but not close".

Although the language is biased towards blank space, it is also easy to spread. ”

The other two kept nodding, it was too important to be easy to circulate, the literary name was one of the pursuits of the reader, and the half-saint could not avoid vulgarity.

Wan Xuezheng said: "I can also make such words, but I can make a poem like a picture in front of me, and melt into it, but it is so natural, it is difficult." Moreover, it contains the universal laws of many things in the world!

There are some things that seem to exist when viewed dimly, but when you really look at the details, you can't tell clearly. Whether there is or is not? It is all in the eyes and insights of the viewers.

I think sooner or later this poem will spread to the world!"

Wang Yuanjun said: "When the list is released tomorrow, I will repair a book and recommend this poem to Zuo Cheng Wei Guogong, hoping that he can recommend it to "There is a Road in the Book Mountain", so that this poem will be famous all over the world." ”

"If this poem can be included in "There is a Road in the Book Mountain", it will re-shake my Jiangnan literary style!" Chen Zhoujun said with great anticipation.

Wan Guozheng's face darkened, and he said in a low voice: "I am nearly fifty years old, and I have thousands of poems and essays, but I have never been on the monthly magazine "There is a Road in the Book Mountain". ”

Wang Yuanjun smiled bitterly: ""There is a Road in the Book Mountain" was published by the Holy Academy, and the selected articles in the past months are all famous articles, and everyone who publishes in the "Book Mountain has a Road" is either a poetry saint, or a Confucian scholar, or a master of strategy, and the lowest one is also a wonderful skill, I dare not think about it." ”

Chen Lao nodded, lifted the pen and dipped it in cinnabar red ink, and wrote under this test paper: The words are simple, the love is true, the poetry is beautiful, the meaning is long, and it should be the head of all beings, A!

"Do you have any objections?"

"The first of the poems in this year's children's re-examination is none other than "Early Spring with Liu Han to the Holy Hospital"!" Wan Xuezheng Dao.

"No objections. ”

Wan Guozheng took aside the test paper with "Bringing Liu Han to the Holy Court in Early Spring" and said: "This person is extraordinary, but if you want to compete with Chen Cheng for the position of the head of the case, you still need to see the holy words and strategies. ”

Chen Xiao looked at the words on the scroll of the Holy Word and bowed his head silently, looked at the first question carefully, his eyes lit up, and said: "I never thought that this son was so extraordinary! Even if I encountered this question back then, I would never be able to answer it correctly." ”

The other two examiners also read the answer, looked down, and were surprised, because the two of them would definitely not answer this question correctly before, even if they were Jinshi, after all, this question was too biased, and it also involved the problem of imagination.

Chen Zhoujun continued to look down with a pen in his right hand, and his expression was solemn after reading the first three, while the other two examiners, one left and one right, were also reading the papers at the same time, and they were speechless for a long time.

Chen Zhoujun's cinnabar red pen has not been able to fall.

After staying for a moment, Wan Xuezheng asked, "No mistake?"

"Not a single mistake is incredible!"

Chen Zhoujun continued to look down, read the remaining twenty-seven test papers in one go, and simply put the brush aside.

"Still right?" Wang Yuanjun was a little surprised.

Chen Zhoujun said solemnly: "The god is superb, not only is there no mistake, the pen is strong, there are no other words, no alterations, no stains, it is the only one I have seen in my life." ”

"Could it be that he will even be first-class in his policy theory? Since he invited the holy words to enter the imperial examination, I have never had a first-class holy words in Jiangnan, and even Dong Sheng was only a double first-class back then!"

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