When Zhu Quanzhong hurried to the Teaching Division, the incense had just burned half. Jinshi and people are looking different, and they are still worried about poetry.

Wu Fa, on the other hand, walked around them.

Zhu Quanzhong hurriedly went to talk to Yang Qingchen in a whisper, but Wu Fa glanced at him and ignored him.

Is it hard to write poetry?

After studying for so many years, you can't compose poetry?

It shouldn't be.

Poetry and poetry should be the specialty of readers.

It's like a college student in his world in his previous life, who graduated from college and should have a skill. No, not professionally.

Some sighed, the paper in front of them was blank, and some were full of joy and confidence.

"Huh?"

Just when the paper was blank in front of him, and when he sighed, Wu Fa appeared beside him: "It's not good, it's not good, it's very bad." ”

"Lord Wang..."

This man was about forty years old, and knelt on the ground in panic: "The student is only a shallow learner, and he is not good at poetry, so he racked his brains and did not write a single poem." ”

It's not that there are no poems, it's that there are no good poems.

Literati have the pride of literati and their own pride.

We must not overuse the numbers. m.

The point is, what should I do if I write a random poem and be laughed at?

In that case, your reputation will be damaged.

"Tsk..."

Wu Fa smacked his lips: "Just write a few words, or transcribe a poem by a predecessor, in short, don't be blank." ”

The king of Beiping cares about them so much?

Originally, the paper in front of him was blank, or because of the lack of self-confidence in the poems, the Juren and Jinshi who were afraid of being ridiculed splashed ink and sprinkled their own poems or transcribed masterpieces.

The paper in front of me is no longer blank.

Zhu Quanzhong shuddered and muttered to the King of Beijing County and Yang Qingchen for a while, quite pounding his chest: "I really don't have any money, I'm not here, and this matter has nothing to do with me." ”

Shui Rong and Yang Qingchen were blank in their eyes, and their faces trembled.

Who is this, revealing everything here?

How long has it been?

Streets and alleys, restaurants and teahouses, began to spread this matter?

In the past, the top three talents in the banquet had to be famous, and they couldn't do it in ten days and a half months.

Moreover, they secretly helped spread the results.

Right now... That's a bit frightening.

The point is, it is still spread after being polished.

Others can be ignored directly, and they are fundamentally related to their own interests... It's silver.

A poem manuscript is 1,000 taels, this special lady has two or three hundred jinshi, and one person is raised, just for the process of composing poems, they will have to pay two or three hundred thousand taels!

For the special brew, the annual income of Xiaowang Wangfu is only 20,000 or 30,000 taels.

If you haven't eaten or drunk for ten years, let's make up this number.

Why did the reckless man persuade others not to keep blank papers, and to transcribe the masterpieces of their predecessors, but also to transcribe a poem?

Obviously, the writing on the paper, regardless of whether it is good or bad, has already become a poem manuscript anyway, so they can ask them to pay a thousand taels of silver... No, this reckless man gave him a discount, seven hundred and eighty taels for a poem manuscript...

"Xiao Wang, there is no silver."

It's not stupid, you just need to think about it with your brain, who can have such energy, and the things here will spread all over the streets and alleys so quickly, restaurants and tea shops.

Jinyiwei!

Who can command the Jinyi Guard like this?

O Emperor!

In the past, the talent banquet, Jin Yiwei didn't pay attention to the talent banquet.

This is the emperor fueling the fire, no, it is to warn some people, and these people are Yang Qingchen and others. Xiao Wang, this is the fish in the pond that has been affected.

Nowadays, the streets and alleys, restaurants and tea shops are talking about them, and a poem manuscript is a thousand taels of silver, especially the scholars and scholars must be grateful to them.

If they don't do this, in the hearts of the scholars of the world and the literati and scholars, they will immediately become villains who rebel.

When the time comes, it will lose the hearts of the people who read all over the world.

Yang Qingchen also realized this, Zhu Quanzhong also understood this, Yang Qingchen's eyes were dull, this time to participate in the talent banquet, it doesn't matter if he is not the referee.

His main goal is to get Zhu Yi to get the first place, and then gather these hearts of people and scholars, so that he can sit in the position of the leader of Shilin and increase his career chips.

Right now...

First, Zhu Yi was scolded and ran away, and seemed to leave him.

This reckless man came again, and at first he didn't realize that things would get so complicated and out of control.

Yang Qingchen is not stupid, behind this matter, it is the emperor who is fueling the troubles.

What is the emperor going to do?

He vaguely understood.

"After today, I'm afraid that I will be ruined and rejected by the world's scholars."

Yang Qingchen was shocked in his heart, this reckless man was afraid that he had followed the emperor's secret order and came to make trouble. This time it's not just about making trouble, it's about making them famous.

"Piff!"

"splash!"

"Rotten toad!"

"Why didn't you get killed by lightning?"

Yang Qingchen hurriedly leaned over and wrote: What should I do?

What to do?

Shui Rong rolled his eyes, he really had no choice: "Xiao Wang is a martial artist, and he belongs to the ranks of military generals, so Xiao Wang doesn't care." ”

What's that?

You have been the king of Beijing County for all these years, but you are holding your head, and you are stunned to get into the circle of Wenchen.

even, at the expense of putting down his body to please.

Now, you're a general?

The person is a Wenchen, well, I can't control it.

The king of Beijing said that he was a woman, and he had no way to refute it.

There is one less ally, what the king of Beijing said is true, the family itself is a martial artist, and his ancestors have made outstanding achievements, and even in his generation, he has to inherit the king.

Therefore, the scholars and literati of the world, even if they scolded the king of Beijing County to death ten thousand times in their hearts, they would not be affected.

It's a big deal, if you don't get close to Wenchen in the future, you will be an honest general.

"I can only ask for help from the king of Beiping."

Zhu Quanzhong calmed down, and even sent him warmth from the continuation string, he also felt his head cold.

This is also true, most of the reason why they can have their current status is because of the prestige they have accumulated in Shilin and in the hearts of scholars all over the world.

If your reputation is damaged, you may not be able to sit in this position in the future.

When the time comes, the emperor will be able to ravage at will, no, arbitrarily decide their fate.

Asking for help from the king of Beiping?

The corners of your mouth hooked, this is the only way for you, but... You ask for help with this, so that you are about to be in the midst of the world's corporal forest, and the reckless men whose reputation has been greatly damaged, be prepared to bleed profusely.

Thanks to my ancestors, I was born in a noble family.

Xiao Wang doesn't take silver, at most he doesn't mix in Shilin.

What does the world have to do with me?

In the future, it is necessary to plan slowly.

"Not bad..."

Wu Fa walked past a lifter, who transcribed a bright moonlight in front of the bed.

This is a smart man, just now he just reminded another lifter, this lifter, and he fully understood what he meant...

"Thank you, Lord Wang."

This lifter grinned, looking like a lifter in his twenties, and his eyes were full of gratitude.

Wu Fa felt depressed, this look seems like I have no opinion to save your father?

Become your savior?

Then Wu Fa suddenly realized, this person is dressed ordinarily, maybe because he is poor? He said before that a poem manuscript is a thousand taels of silver, and the candidate's round-trip travel fee is exempted, so he is grateful?

But Wu Fa didn't understand it again.

Once lifted, there will be thousands of acres of land tax-free treatment, even if they don't farm, some landlords' fields, under the name of the person, just eat some tax-free benefits, you can live a very chic and very good life.

You shouldn't be poor.

So, where does this gratitude come from?

Wu Fa walked around Jinshi and Juren with doubts. At this time, there was a feeling of an invigilator, and in his previous life, Wu Fa envied the invigilator and felt very majestic.

Now, I'm finally addicted.

Walking around, the incense has not yet burned out, but these jinshi and lifters, basically the paper in front of them is full of words.

In this process, some people are fast and have already written a poem early, some are sad, some are pulling their hair, and they are in deep thought.

However, I didn't hand in the blank paper anyway... Hmm, hand over the blank paper.

"It's pretty much it."

Wu Fa said loudly: "Time is urgent, someone is contributing now, and when the time comes, I want you to be chic, and this king also has something to be busy, so this king will directly announce the top three..."

Some people died, but not completely......