Cai Wenzhao put on a posture again and ate, but no matter how he looked at it, he looked like he was deliberately delaying. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ahem, Cai Wenzhao, it's almost time, and there's Wenbi below. On the side, the face of the chief examiner of Wubi was also a little dark, although this kid was very angry with himself, but it was indeed a bit excessive.

"Cai Wenzhao, I think you are afraid of the next Wenbi, procrastinating. No matter what, you can't escape the shame for a while. Although the scholars on the side were a little afraid of Cai Wenzhao's force, they finally couldn't help it anymore and sneered.

Cai Wenzhao poured another sip of tea, slowly put down the delicate tea cup, his eyes were as sharp as electricity, and looked at the scholar.

Under Cai Wenzhao's sharp gaze, the man's heart was shocked, but he took a few steps back, and his face turned red all of a sudden.

"Hmph, reader. Cai Wenzhao sneered lightly, that is, he was full of food and drink, stretched his waist, and walked off the banquet.

In front of those readers, he walked over, and his hand was overflowing!

A group of scholars, as Cai Wenzhao came, unconsciously retreated to both sides and made way for an avenue.

"This is the so-called scholar?" Cai Wenzhao smiled contemptuously, not looking at these people, "It's just a great name, and the monkey is crowned." ”

As soon as these words came out, these reading seeds lowered their heads, their bodies were frozen, and they were speechless one by one. Only Lu Cui couldn't help but snort: "Even if it...... Hmph! It's just the courage of a horseman, and as soon as you step into the literary examination venue, you will be asked to show your original form, and you will never want to be as noble and elegant as our readers. You're hard to get into the hall of elegance!"

"Li Guan, Guo Huai, do you know what the reward of the master of this civil and military banquet is?"

Li Guan was following behind Cai Wenzhao at this moment, and when he heard this, his face also changed slightly: "Wenzhao, are you!"

Guo Huai was also suffocated when he heard this.

"Why, do you think I'm thinking too much?"

Li Guan smiled bitterly: "But this literary competition is not like Wubi, and it is not too ...... if you don't have the talent of diligence."

"Don't you need to be diligent and talented? Cai Wenzhao smiled lightly.

Li Guan Guo Huai was silent for a moment when he heard this, paused, and said: "Okay, since Wen Zhao is confident, we won't say anything else, but there are two things you have to be careful about." ”

Cai Wenzhao raised his eyebrows: "Let's hear it." ”

......

As Cai Wenzhao and the three of them took the lead into the Wenbi side hall, a music sounded, and Wenbi officially began.

In addition to Cai Wenzhao and other top ten scholars in the martial arts competition, some scholars, including Li Guan, went through anagrams and couplets to screen out the places for the final re-examination.

Obviously, among the remaining personnel, sixty percent of the scholars who came to stir up trouble.

At this time, everyone was arranged to their respective seats, and in front of each small table, there was a pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and a delicate incense stove, on which this incense stick was burned.

At the beginning of the literary examination, like an exam, everyone watched the main examiner of the literary examination take out a sealed test paper, and the Hongru unsealed the exam questions in full view of everyone.

Hongru's voice said slowly: "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, according to legend, the ugly girl of the ancient Qi country has no salt, when she was a child, she worshipped the moon devoutly, and when she grew up, she entered the palace with superior morality, but she was not pampered. On August 15 of a certain year, the Son of Heaven saw her in the moonlight, thought she was beautiful and outstanding, and later made her the queen, and the Mid-Autumn Festival moon worship came from this. The question of this essay competition is based on the Mid-Autumn Festival, and an impromptu poem is written on the spot. ”

As soon as this remark came out, all the scholars breathed a sigh of relief, with the Mid-Autumn Festival as the main purpose, there was no clear limit to the content, and there was really a lot of room for display.

By Wu Zhi, Chen Qun and others, on weekdays, they are Yaxing under each other to learn a lot of poems, for this Mid-Autumn Festival banquet is to prepare a lot, this poem has already been in the belly of the draft, today only need a touch of polish, all of them are stretched out.

"As the saying goes, there is a stick of incense on the stage, ten years of work off the stage, we and other readers have accumulated thick and thin hair, and a small poem is not yet captured. Lu Cui was even more excited in his eyes, and looked at Cai Wenzhao provocatively.

After such a simple test question came out, the soldiers who were watching the battle from the sidelines were also in an uproar.

"Such a simple topic is obviously biased towards readers, they compose poems not 800 but 1,000 on weekdays, what improvisational poems, it is clearly to give them the opportunity to show. ”

"That is, how can we martial artists have time to think about these curved paths except for cultivation, it is obviously unfair. ”

"I don't think so, it is precisely because of the wide range and simple questions that the participating scholars are more required to choose the best of the best, and more reflect the way of genius!"

Li Guan and Guo Huai also breathed a sigh of relief on the side, this topic is that even they think it is very simple, and they all have eyebrows in an instant.

Everyone, at this moment, is confident, one by one eyebrows flying phoenix dance on the paper, the next pen!

Just when everyone was making rapid progress, only one person in the room closed his eyes and recuperated.

As everyone said, this question is very simple, extremely simple, very easy to write, and basically every scholar who participates in the literary competition has prepared a poem about the Mid-Autumn Festival in advance.

But Cai Wenzhao is a little entangled at the moment, because there are too many outstanding poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Li Bai, Du Fu, and Su Shi alone have many heirloom poems.

"Is it to move that great god to pretend to be forced! If the writing is too good, what if I am lovesick by thousands of girls from now on? After all, I just want to be a simple martial artist, Cai Wenzhao suddenly has a kind of happy trouble. Cai Wenzhao closed his eyes and thought.

It gives people a sad look.

"Hmph, it's really an empty belly. Lu Cui raised his eyebrows, he had already written half a poem at this moment, and saw that Cai Wenzhao was still frowning at the moment, and he was proud that he had no reason to write.

"Hmm......"

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Cai Wenzhao remembered his sister at home, who looked at the full moon and sighed.

Although she complains a little about Cai Yong's cheap father, after all, she is her sister's greatest wish. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Cai Wenzhao's heart.

"Well, that's you. ”

At this time, half a pillar of incense time had passed in Wenbi's time, and everyone entered the final sprint one by one.

Of course, there are really a few scholars with empty stomachs, and they are a little dissatisfied after writing a few sentences, but they are like Cai Wenzhao, their brows are tightly locked, and they bite the pen.

"It seems that all beings in this examination room have the same appearance through the ages. Cai Wenzhao sighed, lifted his sleeves, flattened the plain white paperweight, and began to write.

"Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, night banquet and drinking, slightly drunk, thinking of the eldest sister and the old father in the palace, make this article, and give Dong Ceremony. ”