Seeing Yu Fan and a few others walking into the resting place of the Tribute Courtyard, Su Lin turned his head, Yang Yushu looked anxious, and hurriedly said, "Xiao Su, how can you promise him?"

Su Lin smiled slightly: "Sister Yushu, if you don't agree to him, he won't mess around?"

Yang Yushu was stunned, and then heard Su Lin say: "Sister Yushu, a person like him, only if he hurts him, will he remember that the world does not revolve around him." A handwritten inheritance, at least it is a book written by the spiritual condensation of the bachelor, even if he has a great career in his family, it will hurt for a while if he loses. ”

"Only by letting him hurt to the bone will he get rid of those crooked and evil thoughts. ”

Looking at Su Lin's talkative figure, Yang Yushu felt that Su Lin seemed to have changed a lot, becoming more confident and deeper. She hesitated and said, "What if, what if, what if he wins?"

Su Lin's smile was even better: "If he really wins, the two of us will go to another country, with my ability, where is not my hometown?" In Yang Yushu's eyes, he said softly, "Sister Yushu, you are a member of my Su family, and no one can take you away from me." ”

Yang Yushu blushed with shame, thousands of thoughts were crushed by sweetness, and he only vaguely heard him say: "What's more, how can he win me?"

She hummed softly, and saw Su Lin push herself away: "Sister Yushu, wait here for me to be named on the gold list." After saying that, he put the things in Yang Yushu's hand, just like going to the street to catch a market, and walked to the four officials in front of the Gongyuan in a hurry, stretched out his arms to check.

Behind him, Yang Yushu looked at his back in a daze, feeling that such a Xiao Su was so safe, so he felt unextricable.

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Behind the two of them, Guan Mingyu held a cup of mango milk tea in his hand, and sucked the milk tea to the end in one gulp, leaving only the sound of the milk tea cup and the straw hula hula.

"There's really dog food everywhere, why didn't I have him so good at pretending to be forced? With this flirtatious girl's full score of forcing skills, I'm still single for fifty years?" he said dumbfounded.

He was suddenly stunned: "I'll go, is this the real destiny?" A few days ago, I picked up a hard-to-find talent handbook, and at this time, it was only a few days, and a king and a tyrannical spirit arose, and it was full of flirtatious skills. ”

"Am I going to be the protagonist's grandfather?"

He suddenly felt a sense of oppression, like an enclosed space began to move closer to him. Frowning, Guan Mingyu saw Su Lin step into the Tribute Courtyard.

As Surin entered the Tribute Courtyard, the feeling of depression became even heavier. Guan Mingyu reacted that the imperial examination in this world has been passed down for 2,000 years, and it has been such a step since Confucius, and there have been successive generations to build tribute courts, so there has been no omission so far, and it is far safer than the surveillance cameras and LAN shielding in the previous life.

And when reading the papers, it is to take the scholars by the text, and the order is taken by the gas. Wencai entered the second round in the top 50, and selected the most talented one for the first place, and ranked until the end. This set of processes is monitored by special instruments issued by the temple, and it cannot be broken unless it is a great Confucian.

After thinking about it, he felt that this feeling of depression was not to the limit of his bearing, so he didn't care about him anymore, and watched Su Lin enter the examination room, and the others also took their seats. With the emcee's singing, the Jixian county test was officially held.

At this time, Surin had already picked up the test paper and began to look.

The five countries of the Central Plains all have a ritual system, and the children's life test is three parts, one is to write the saint's classics, the second is to interpret the words of the saint, and the third is to write a poem. The three subjects are divided into A, B, C, D, and 4 grades, and B and C are divided into upper, middle and lower 3 grades. If the total score is the same, the one with more A wins, and the more B is the second, and so on. And if this is the same, then it can only be tied. However, this opportunity has only appeared eight times in the 2,000 years since the imperial examination.

He calmly flipped to the first part and found that all of them were silent writings of saints. After going through it carefully, most of them are the contents of the Four Books and the Five Classics, and there are also the famous articles of the saints.

If it was Su Lin in the past, he must have racked his brains and answered most of the answers correctly, and many famous saints have very few circulation, and they can't be passed on to Su Lin and other grassroots readers. But now, Guan Mingyu looked at the causal points in his interface that were decreasing little by little, and suddenly understood what Su Lin was doing.

This product is especially in the open-book exam, or a backgammon reader with an automatic search function, where will not be clicked.

Guan Mingyu grinned and rubbed, and his causal point had twelve points that had become a stepping stone on Su Linhong's case.

However, I am reluctant to let the child catch the wolf, so I will invest in the early stage, and I will still give three or five hundred causal points, as long as I can make a name for myself in the Fa, it will be ten times and a hundred times back.

At this time, Su Lin was also extremely calm on the surface, but in fact, he was excited in his heart: "It can be like this, this "Holy Scripture" is definitely my biggest secret, with him, I can find all the famous articles, and I can refer to all the semi-sage Confucian articles of the past dynasties, and I am determined to get the first case, even the small three yuan, the big three yuan!"

After confirming that this holy book could even be used in the Tribute Academy, the ambition in Su Lin's heart swelled dramatically, and it became a great wish that he had never dared to imagine before.

Guan Mingyu nodded, this is the best, activating something called ambition, he will definitely try every means to mix up the case before he has a chance to enter the temple, so as not to have to do it himself when he gets it. Of course, I will visit the temple in two days. If you can get in, this shadow is useless.

He continued to look to the other side, the fifty saint scriptures had been written silently, and the next step was to interpret the words of the saint.

Speaking of interpreting the words of the saints, except for a few semi-saints in the world, only he is enlightened with the words of the saints, who can compare with himself in the county examination? Su Lin wrote down 2,000 words with a stroke of his pen.

This commentary is based on the "two children's debate", and there is already a prototype of an argumentative essay. The children's examination is the first level of examination, the lowest level, which does not test the meaning of the scriptures, but only interprets the words of the saints. With the progress of childhood, if you have not even reached the enlightenment of the Holy Word, no matter how talented you are, there is no cultivation value at all. What this world needs is enlightened and talented readers, and don't forget that there is a huge Great Wall at the border.

After writing it, Surin looked back. Yes, yes, although the whole article is concise, it is quite suitable for people like themselves who have not been studying for a long time, and it is a good text among children, with concise words and clear content. Looking at it, he frowned slightly: "You won't get a low score because you are too straightforward, or even too sword-oriented, right?"

He frowned, and soon had an answer: "The imperial examination is based on talent, and with my nine-brick talent, this article is at least B Middle School, which is enough." The first silent writing and the third poem, even if I can't take A, at least I'm on B, the water is full, the moon is full and the moon is lost, so be it. ”

After interpreting the holy word, it is the last question, a poem.

Poetry is a trail, but Tong Shengxiucai's two tests are the battlefield of low-level readers, so the five countries of the Central Plains do not test the green words and literature, but the poems. Su Lin opened the next volume and saw that the test paper read: "Take spring as the theme, write a poem." ”

Su Lin was stunned for a moment, poetry, his own level of this thing is average, although it is not worse than ordinary children, but his goal is a small three yuan, a big three yuan, and he must find a way to get a first-class ah. Even if you have the blessing of handwriting, you can write at most B, how can you write first-class?

He looked at the wordless heavenly book in Zhihai, and he could only rely on him.

On the other side, Guan Mingyu looked embarrassed. Although this thing was given to Su Lin, it was his own cause and effect point. You can't use the Confucian method to deduce a poem to Su Lin, right? That would be purely a causal point of panic.

He was suddenly happy, Su Lin can be a copyist, and he can too. China has been up and down for 5,000 years, and all the poems written in spring can add up to make high school students cry, just pick one at random.

He first remembered the famous poem, and opened his mouth to write on Su Lin's Zhihai wordless heavenly book: "You should pity the moss of the tooth print, and the small buckle firewood will not be opened for a long time." The spring garden can't be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. ”

He grinned, this is the first article on Du Niang's Tianya Weibo, claiming that all poems can be connected with the last sentence, what "sit up in shock in the dying illness, a red apricot out of the wall", "who has not died since ancient times, a red apricot out of the wall" and the like, this is the poem I am most familiar with writing spring. No matter how lofty the idea is, you can turn this poem into a hymn to the old king next door.

Su Lin was copying word by word, and when he saw the words behind him, he was suddenly stunned and stopped the pen in his hand.

With his movements, the white light that had originally diffused gradually rose, and within the county office, the two old men were talking with the county commander Li Wenying. The moment the white light rose, the three of them stopped moving.

The long-faced old man on the left smiled: "Look at it like this, it's a poem out of the county, the bachelor is really an official, and he is well-educated." ”

The black-clothed old man on the right also said flatteringly: "Yes, they are all bachelor's students, and there are poems from the county in the county examination, and the court should reward them for the selection of talents for the country." ”

And the county commander Li Wenying laughed: "Where, it's also lucky, the students are angry, and they don't deserve to be praised by the two." These two are also Jinshi, although they have not become bachelors, but they are also well-known in Danzhou, and they are the de facto rulers of Ji County, so he said politely.

"Look at that direction, it doesn't look like some kind of talent, but I don't know which one is outstanding?"

"Hey, on the side of bachelor's education, students are all bachelor's education, and it is natural that they are talented. ”

The three of them were praising each other, but Su Lin was stunned, the white light suddenly dissipated, and his thoughts were interrupted, and he couldn't pick it up again.

The old man slapped his thigh: "Oh, it's a good poem out of the county, just like that, it's a pity, it's a pity." ”

Another old man shook his head: "This poem has been out of the county, that is, the talent has been interrupted, and the quatrain has been written into a limerick poem, which is also half a step out of the county, and a B is indispensable." It's a pity. ”

He turned his head and saw that Li Wenying's face was suddenly ugly, so he had to swallow his words back, and said curtly: "Even so, half of the article is out of the county, and it is also a county test talent, and the bachelor is virtuous, and the old man will go back to gather the township and set up a merit monument for the adult." ”

"Monument of merit?" Li Wenying touched his beard, this monument of merit was erected by the local government for the parents, representing the gratitude of the local people, which is the greatest achievement of the parents. Only then did he laugh: "Where, where, thank you for your support, and this official will also compile local chronicles, and the two of you should have a biography." ”

The two of them were also happy, this is a local biography, when the dirty friend transaction is completed, the more the three of them look at each other, the more pleasing they are, and they are very happy, regardless of what is written over there.

At this time, Su Lin was also very entangled, this poem is good, but it seems to be too out-of-the-box. If the Hanlin Confucianism comes, it will naturally be suave. But if it's you, just wait to be sprayed to death, you're not Xiao Du, you dream of Yangzhou once in ten years, he can win the name of Qinglou Bo Xing, and he can only win the unfortunate name of the family. After thinking about it, he flipped through the wordless book and continued to read.

At this time, Guan Mingyu looked constipated as he was about to scan the code on WeChat to pay for ten causal points, and was deeply distressed, so he sat down and forgot the Heart Sutra, and found another poem for him and threw it into his consciousness, Bai Juyi's "Peach Blossoms of Dalin Temple".

When Su Lin saw it, his heart immediately surged with joy, this poem is even better, the first sentence is a famous story through the ages, which can last for centuries. He adjusted his state and put pen to paper:

The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom. There is nowhere to find the spring of long-hate, and I don't know how to turn into this.

With his pen again, the white light flashed again, and the three people in the county government were stunned for a moment, and then their faces were happy. And as Su Lin's first two sentences fell, the white light had already risen into the sky, and even the Gongyuan could not be stopped.

A white light rose above the Gongyuan, and all the scholars sensed that something extremely unfavorable had happened. But at the same time, I also feel that my thinking is lighter, and my thinking is more agile.

Talent is similar to the aura of the main world, and the huge explosion of talent makes all the scholars feel like they have eaten stimulants.

The old man's tone trembled, and he couldn't believe it: "Poetry into Dafu, poetry into Dafu!"

Li Wenying's face was happy, this is a poem into a mansion, and he will have another merit in the merit book for the coming year. With the merits of cultivating children's poems into the mansion, maybe next year it will be transferred to a government to pass the judgment, which is the sixth product!

He was about to speak, when Surin drew a stop.

The white talent was even more majestic, and it swelled sharply like a galloping cloud, turning into a large well-proportioned bird. The bird seemed to have spirituality, its lips moved slightly, and a voice that seemed to come from the depths of its soul resounded throughout Danzhou.

Poetry into Mingzhou!

Countless Danzhou scholars felt clear at this moment. And in the Yang Mansion of Danzhou City, an old man who was already gray raised his head and muttered: "The poem became Mingzhou? Where is this talent? This poem was born in Mingzhou, if it is widely publicized, wouldn't it have the prestige of the town?"

"Such a talent can be the Great Wall. is such a talent, no, the old man is degraded in the book, and he has to seek a brilliant future for this person. ”

He turned around, trembled into the study, and began to write.

At this time, Li Wenying was dizzy, Shicheng Mingzhou, this merit is big enough, but I am only a bachelor. This sweet date is too sweet, and it will be sweet to lose your teeth. But the imperial examination is the temple ceremony, the world pays attention, here the poem into Mingzhou, I am afraid that the temple has been alarmed.

And the prefect is his own hostile faction, the poetry of Narushu, and most of the credit here will be given to him. His head was black, and he fell down with joy and sorrow.

In the Gongyuan, Su Lin put away his pen and ink, didn't care that only half of the time had passed, and stood up: "Teacher, students hand in the papers." ”