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It has been two hours since the essay exam, and most of the candidates have completed the answer sheets. A small number of test takers did not clear their minds at first, and when they saw that everyone had completed their answers, they were even more anxious and it was even more difficult to give satisfactory answers.

Zhang Yi lowered his head, it is unknown why the third prince suddenly became murderous towards him, but the most important thing at the moment is to complete the essay exam, otherwise he will live up to Qiu Yishui's trust.

The third prince Li Shenji saw Zhang Yi lower his head, turned his head and boasted to each other about the scholars, and the murderous aura was hidden in his eyes. His jade consciousness was hidden in the void, and he looked at the high platform to the south.

On the high platform, the four princesses who covered their faces with light veils were staring at Zhang Yi curiously, unaware that her gaze had brought danger to Zhang Yi. She was extremely curious about this young man in Tsing Yi, because she had seen Qiu Yishui pull Zhang Yi out of the trial ground before.

The lord of Fuliu has seven sons and six daughters, and the fourth princess, Qiuyi, has always been known for her gentleness and loveliness. She is the same mother as the sixth princess Qiu Yishui, and her appearance and body are very similar to the sixth princess Qiu Yishui. It's a pity that the cultivation talents of the two are very different, Qiu Yishui has been selected by the Fuyun Heavenly Palace since he was a child and is a holy woman, while Qiu Yiren lives in the deep palace.

Qiu Yishui is gifted, arrogant by nature, and has lived in the Fuyun Heavenly Palace since he was a child, gathering less with his family and leaving more, and the relationship is unfamiliar. Therefore, she looks down on her own brothers who are not successful, and the relationship with several sisters is not very good, and only the Qiuyi people, who are compatriots of one mother, know her very well.

Because of this, the fourth princess took pity on Qiu Yishui very much and was willing to help her replace her on the high platform, so that she could think of a way to escape this son-in-law selection meeting. When the fourth princess saw Qiu Yishui holding Zhang Yi's hand and leaving the trial ground, and after a long time, she sent him to the trial ground, which made the fourth princess full of curiosity about Zhang Yi.

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"Since the third prince has already Mingzhou, if you want to help Miss Qiu, it shouldn't be of much use to beat him a little, unless I am a poem again. Inappropriate...... Township test and county test essay are not counted, "Peach Blossom with Human Face", "Green Jinchi Quatrain" and "Will Enter Wine" are all above Mingzhou, if I make another poem of the town country, I am afraid it will be extremely unfavorable to me. “

"No matter how powerful a poet is, it is impossible for every poem to reach the level of Zhenguo. I have thousands of poems in my heart, and I must not make such a mistake. Unless I don't write poetry and rewrite articles, the articles take a long time, and now that the test is nearing completion, I'm afraid it's a little too late!"

"In that case, then I will finish writing "Will Enter the Wine"! No, wouldn't this expose my identity and be even more detrimental to me. Zhang Yi's mind was full of thoughts, and he couldn't make up his mind.

Qiu Yishui was hidden in the crowd, and when he saw that Zhang Yi had not started writing for a long time, he was very anxious. Reading and practicing have something in common with the practice of Fuyun Heavenly Palace, paying attention to the unity of heaven and man, in fact, it is the arrival of inspiration, and the practice will get twice the result with half the effort. Zhang Yi's appearance at the moment, is he thoughtless, so what should he do?

At this moment, Zhang Yi patted his head, and a smile appeared on his face.

"My current identity is Longbow Feather, except for Miss Qiu, no one in this southern capital city knows my identity, since this is the case, then why worry?" Zhang Yi secretly said that he was ignorant and fell into chaos.

Thinking through everything, Zhang Yi began to answer with a pen, and soon handed in the answer sheet.

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There are two rounds of essay selection for son-in-law.

After the first round, the contestants can go to the major restaurants and inns around the trial ground to eat, and the money spent will be paid by the subterranean royal family.

Because there are a small number of talents in the literary examination, after the first round, the officials of the country and many celebrities will judge the grade of these essays together in order to determine whether they are eligible to participate in the second round.

Zhang Yi blended into the crowd and did not go to the inn restaurant to eat, but returned to the winery with Qiu Yishui.

Princess Yuehua's winery is extremely elegant, and the craftsmanship of the winery's chef is a must. Chef Qiuyi made good dishes and wine to serve Zhang Yi, and Zhang Yi was quite satisfied.

During the banquet, Qiu Yishui asked Zhang Yiwen many times about the content of the answer sheet, Zhang Yi remembered the poems he made, and was a little embarrassed, and refused to say it clearly.

"Miss Qiu, the results of the first round of the literary examination should be announced soon, and you will be able to see it then. Zhang Yi hesitated a little and said, "Even if I advance to the second round, with the strength of my talent, any of them can easily beat me, what should you do then?"

"As long as your essay is good enough, you don't have to wait until the second round. Seeing that Zhang Yi refused to answer his question, Qiu Yishui learned that he deliberately sold Guanzi, and walked out of the winery with a chuckle, "I'll go and see what article you have written." ”

Zhang Yi shook his head and sighed slightly, lowered his head and went to eat wine, so that the maid in the costume on the side was stunned. They had never seen a man who could make the Sixth Princess so happy and relaxed.

Soon, Qiu Yishui returned to the winery, but her attire was changed, and she changed into the costume of the fourth princess and the hat.

Before Zhang Yi could speak, Qiu Yishui had already chuckled and said, "Zhang Gongzi, this girl has never found out that you are so infatuated before, how can you write such a masterpiece?"

Zhang Yi's cheeks were flushed, he already regretted it when he handed in the answer sheet, and Qiu Yishui would definitely laugh at himself when he knew the content of this poem. He said with a straight face: "Since it is the Son-in-law Literary Association, the articles written by all the scholars are all trying to impress Miss Qiu's heart. Since I have promised you to take the literary examination, I will naturally be like them. ”

Zhang Yi was a little puzzled, after Miss Qiu heard her defense, she didn't continue to tease herself, but sat opposite him with her body down and didn't say a word, not knowing what she was thinking.

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Qiu Yishui lowered her head slightly, her face was flushed, and she remembered that the fourth sister saw this poem and laughed at her words, and felt that she was useless.

As the holy daughter of Fuyun Heavenly Palace, the sixth princess of Fuliu Shangguo, Qiu Yishui has seen countless geniuses since he was a child, but none of these so-called geniuses can compare to himself. She has never had a good impression of a man, let alone been touched by a man.

But Zhang Yi is different, the two met for the first time in Taoshan, and even if the young man in Tsing Yi has no strength, he is indomitable in the face of himself. Later, Mochou Lake fought with Leng Yuexin, and Zhang Yi risked his life to find himself, leaving a deep trace in Qiu Yishui's heart.

The descendants of the longbow Confucian, the talent descended from the sky, the head of the three heroes of the white horse, and the poet of the Zhenguo, these so-called literary names are worthless in Qiu Yishui's opinion. Zhang Yi left traces in her heart because he was unyielding, kind to others, kind to good people, and never tolerated evil people.

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"Miss Qiu, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Yi saw that Qiu Yishui had not spoken, and thought that there was something wrong with her body, so he asked softly.

Qiu Yishui woke up suddenly, his ears were red, and he hurriedly replied: "It's okay, let's go to the trial ground, the second round of the literary test is about to start." ”

"Ah, didn't you say you don't have to participate in the second round?" Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment, his poem should be Zhenguo, and it would never be worse than "Peach Blossom with a Human Face".

Qiu Yishui was preoccupied, walked in front gently, and did not answer Zhang Yi's words.

The two of them walked slowly towards the testing ground. The warm sunlight slowly lengthens the figures of the two people, reflecting the shadows of the trees on both sides of the street, outlining a simple and unique beauty.

Outside the trial ground, countless scholars had already gathered, and they were all waiting for the results of the first round of literary exams.

The official of the literary examination was very anxious to stand on the testing ground, and it stands to reason that the results of the literary examination should have been released a long time ago, but he has not yet received the results, which makes him very uncomfortable standing on the stage.

In the middle of the high platform on the south side sat an elderly Hanlin, who was a highly respected prince of the Fuliu Kingdom, and had taught two Fuliuguo lords. At this moment, he was sitting beside the Lord of the Fuliu Country, holding Zhang Yi's answer sheet in his hand, and his hands trembled slightly.

The Lord of the Fuliu Kingdom said softly, "Teacher, what is this poem? You have actually read it five times?"

Lao Hanlin shook his head slightly: "This son's talent is amazing, I can't do it!, Your Majesty, you will announce him as the first in this literary examination, I don't think there is any need to compare in the second round." ”

"What?" The lord of the underflowing country shrugged, could it be that the poems made by this Xiucai could not be the country.

"Your Majesty, there is no doubt about this answer to Zhenguo, and I ask Your Majesty to let the old minister read this article. ”

After getting the nod of the lord of Fuliu Country, Lao Hanlin began to recite Zhang Yi's poem. He is only one step away from being able to become a great Confucian, and the surging spirit of the whole audience temporarily covers up.

"Ask the world, what is the love, and teach life and death to promise each other?

Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children.

You should have a saying, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, who does the shadow go to?

Hengfen Road, lonely when the drums, the smoke is still flat. The soul is a little more groaning, and the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind.

The sky is also jealous, and the warblers and swallows are all loess.

Through the ages. In order to stay in the sassy people, he sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu. ”

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]