Frog?

Almost all the candidates below frowned, but all poems are mostly lyrical and supportive, and a single kind of living creature is a little out of the way, which must have a certain understanding of the living creature, otherwise the poems made will not be three, and the text is not right.

As if he didn't see the expression of the examinee in front of him, Master Cen said to himself: "If you want to show the talent and knowledge of a scholar as soon as possible, it is nothing more than calligraphy, composing poems, and filling in words, but if you talk about the most weighty, it is to compose poems, and the following respective performances will determine the degree of recognition of your talents by Haoran Mansion." ”

"It's okay to give up if you want to, unless Wen Rusheng is very confident in his previous written test, and Wu Rusheng even if he has a full score in the martial arts test later, if the previous written test is very poor, he may not be able to pass the assessment, because our Haoran Mansion is still a place for scholars after all. ”

"Also, if you have an idea, you can write it in front of me with a pen and paper, the faster the speed, the better the quality, the higher the score, and finally a reminder, don't cheat. ”

As he spoke, Master Cen glanced at the people present with his eyes, and the meaning was self-evident.

"I seem to have seen frogs as poems, let me think about it. Lin Hu seems to have to rely on the precious knowledge of his previous life again, and he secretly said in his heart: "It seems that there are really not many verses in this area in my memory, hey, there is, the fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, listen to the sound of frogs? No, no, this is obviously the poem is not right, and if you read it, it will be said to be plagiarism, and you have to think about it again." ”

Lin Hu's frowning and thinking appearance didn't attract the attention of anyone around him, because almost everyone was the same as him.

Time passed little by little, and some literary candidates couldn't wait to write their poems, not because of how good the poems were, but because they knew that even if they spent a little more time, the poems would not improve much. Instead of wasting time, it's better to go up and write early, so that the score may be higher.

As a result, all kinds of poems came out, such as "the eyes are bulging, the mouth is big, and the tip of the tongue is divided into two forks", and a Wu Confucian student even made a poem that made other candidates stunned.

With the passage of time, some self-aware martial scholars were also single, and simply chose to give up, but the Seven Princes also made a poem, which aroused unanimous praise from everyone. I don't know if it's really good poetry, or if it's something else......

When Lin Hu's thoughts returned to reality, he saw that Master Cen was holding the poem of the Seven Princes and commenting: "The Seven Princes, this sentence "The rain is outside the forest, and the smoke is sinking at night, and there is a sudden sound of frogs accompanying the guests" is written quite meaningfully, and even the old man can only write to this level at most......"

And the people next to him, especially the few people who were gathered around the Seven Princes before, kept applauding, saying that this poem is rare in the world, and the Seven Princes seem to be poets.

Just when everyone was still applauding this poem, Lin Hu, who had just recovered his thoughts, had already walked up to Master Cen and said that he had a draft.

"Bold!"

Before Lin Hu finished speaking, a person next to him shouted angrily at Lin Hu.

Seeing this person scolding himself, Lin Hu just wanted to sneer at him, but when he saw that those candidates were looking at him with strange expressions, he suddenly understood.

Rotten!

Lin Hu is not an uninformed person, so he naturally knows what is going on. As soon as the Seven Princes finished writing the poem and accepted the comments of Master Cen, they took the liberty of going up to interrupt the undoubted incident, just look at the slightly frowning appearance of the Seven Princes.

Again, look at the face of Master Cen , the poems written by the Seven Princes are probably not bad, and now that the Seven Princes are in front of Zhuyu, if they do not do well, it will undoubtedly be a shameful thing, and if they do better than the Seven Princes, I am afraid that they will offend him again.

There are two main reasons for Lin Hu's move, one is because he didn't know much about the form in the field just now, and the other is that he didn't put these Seven Princes above himself in his heart because he was a modern person in his previous life.

It's not that in his previous life, as a modern person, he felt that everyone was equal, but he had a psychology that most modern people have. Although many people in their previous lives felt that society was unfair, and that the status of the rich and the poor was unequal between people, officials and the poor, when they put it on themselves, they did not think that their status was much lower than that of others.

And this is Lin Hu's state of mind at this time, he subconsciously doesn't feel that his status is worse than that of the Seventh Prince.

However, Lin Hu is not a person who is afraid of things, he has already stood up anyway, and if he retreats, he will only look spineless.

Glancing contemptuously at the few people who were shouting, Lin Hu set his eyes on Master Cen.

And although Master Na Cen has to pay more attention to him because of his status as the seventh prince, he is far from groveling, he still has the backbone of a literati, and he can do official business, otherwise Haoran Mansion would not have sent him to preside over this assessment.

Therefore, he just nodded and motioned for Lin Hu to start composing poems.

Lin Hu picked up the pen, dipped it lightly on the inkstone, and then wrote the first sentence on a blank piece of paper.

"Sitting alone in the pond is like a tiger,"

Seeing the first sentence written by Lin Hu, Master Cen's eyes lit up, not how well this poem was written, but how well this word was written!

As a scholar, Master Cen had never seen this font, but he liked it at first sight, and at this time, there was a voice next to the Seventh Prince.

"Hmph, so it's a mystery!"

Hearing this voice, Master Cen frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything, and Lin Hu ignored it and wrote the second sentence by himself.

"Nourish the spirit under the shade tree. ”

"Pretending!"

The voice sounded again, this time, even the Seventh Prince felt a little uncomfortable, he was not an illiterate person, and the poems he wrote before could make Master Na Cen full of praise, which was enough to show that he had pen and ink in his heart.

Leaving aside the rest for the time being, the first two sentences written by Lin Hu directly compare the frog sitting in the pond to a tiger, which already has some artistic conception.

frowned, and snorted: "Shut up!"

It seems that this sycophant was slapped on the horse's leg, and suddenly, the person next to the Seventh Prince immediately turned pale and broke out in a cold sweat.

The Seventh Prince rarely scolds people, and once he scolds people, it means that he is really uncomfortable in his heart.

The people around the Seven Princes have followed the Seven Princes for many years, but they don't know this truth, and the other people have inadvertently distanced themselves from the person who spoke just now.

Lin Hu didn't pay attention to the matter on the side of the Seven Princes, so he continued to write.

"If I don't speak first in the spring, which insect dares to make a sound?"

"Good!"

As soon as he finished writing, Master Cen immediately shouted, but he didn't have to wait for him to continue.

In the void, Dao Dao brilliance appeared, and a huge phantom appeared above Lin Hu's head......

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