The winner can be qualified to compete for the top prize?!

Temple test!

There are only a few places that enter the palace examination every year, and they are all through a series of examinations such as the children's examination, the talent examination, and the lifting examination, so that they can enter the palace examination.

And unlike in the previous life, the participants in the various exams here are not the weak scholars in the previous life.

Just Confucianism, the number of books of etiquette and music shooting must be tested.

And there is also a battle part.

But in short, to be able to conduct the temple test, that is, most people have been screened out.

Just like in his previous life, Lin Ke's mentor went to take the deputy mansion master.

The land of a government is a province.

The competition for the master of the house is very fierce, but if you can have the qualification of the master of the house, you have already brushed most of the people.

Therefore, the winner of this time can directly have the opportunity to take the palace examination, not to mention whether he can compete for the champion in the end, that is, he can enter the palace examination very well.

"After the slave and maid convey the words of the Holy Emperor, they also have to say a few words......

The eunuch's eyes were lowered, and he glanced to the left and right plainly.

Seeing that Qi Ye was, he just glanced at it lightly, and disagreed with the trace of disgust in Qi Ye's eyes.

But when he swept the look in Lin Ke's eyes, his eyes changed imperceptibly.

Moreover, Lin Ke felt as if the eunuch was "watching" at him with understanding.

“…… What the slave wants to say is that the queen mother is merciful and can't see the people's livelihood suffering, and no one can die in this competition. ”

As he spoke, the eunuch emphatically emphasized: "It's anyone, even if he is a lowly person." ”

No one can die?

Lin Ke's heart moved slightly when he heard this, and replied, "The grass people know. ”

Qi Ye, on the other hand, was extremely indifferent to this and did not answer.

However, the eunuch didn't seem to deal with Qi Ye, and he didn't wait for Qi Ye to answer before he said loudly: "Then our family will announce it...... The competition officially begins at this time! ”

As soon as these words came out, countless people in the entire capital let out all kinds of cheers and chats, which were extremely noisy.

The contest has begun!

The opening remarks at the beginning were a storm.

Now that the official competition has begun, how exciting must it be?

And under this kind of attention, the eunuch cleared his throat: "The first test - Wen!" ”

"Prince Qi Ye has already set the title of Wenbi 'Poetry' three months ago, and now, it is up to Prince Lin Ke to decide, what kind of poem is compared."

As he spoke, the eunuch looked at Lin Ke, and a smile appeared on his expression that had not changed for thousands of years.

Than what?

Lin Ke smiled when he heard this: "The title of the poem is - Zhi." ”

"Whether it is ambition, ambition, or unswerving, it is all ambition."

"We can have three poems for three poems, or one poem for one poem, a hundred poems against a hundred, you can do it."

Saying that, Lin Ke smiled arrogantly: "I still have a lot of poems that I haven't given to my masters, you can compare as many as you want." ”

"Not necessarily." Qi Ye's expression was indifferent: "One song is enough." ”

A poem determines the winner!

After Qi Ye finished speaking, he walked to the north-central position with a few steps, and took out a nine-curved mahogany desk with a wave of his hand.

There are superb bamboo incense rice paper and five-grade wolf demon tail Jianhao on it, as well as a white jade Pixiu paperweight and a thousand clouds wrapped in silk ink.

"Qing'er, grind the ink!"

Qi Ye spoke softly.

"Yes, young master!" A little maid in pale green clothes ran up in small steps to help Qi Ye grind.

At the same time, two women dressed in modest costumes also walked up.

One person was dressed in red, with a cold and indifferent expression.

One person is dressed in purple, and his expression is eagerly beating the flames.

The woman in red held an oil lamp in her hand, which contained the blubber oil of the amethyst whale.

She urged with internal force to ignite this blubber oil, and the bright and soft light reflected on the square inch desk.

The other woman in purple was holding a round fan and gently fanning Qi Ye.

In the process, the classic handwriting of Confucianism and Taoism on Qi Ye's clothes emitted a faint golden light.

At the same time, the light of pen, ink, paper and inkstone complement each other, and the red sleeves add fragrance and purple clothes fan the wind.

This scene surprised many people.

For example, some patrol envoys are watching from a distance in the sky at this time.

"Treasure, treasure, treasure."

"Beauty, beauty, all beauty."

"Let's just say that you don't have a make-up when you speak!"

"Alas, these treasures are worth a few months for me."

"Who isn't! A few days ago, that little Taoist priest also bought a dragon horse from the 'Baoju' mount shop with 10,000 taels of gold! Rich! ”

"I can't afford other people's means of transportation in my life......"

The people chatted, sighing one by one.

There are many other places too, and one by one they are amazed by the "trench" of Qiye.

"My brother Qi Ye is so handsome!"

"If you have this generation, what more can you ask for?"

"Alas, I can't wait to replace it!"

"The Qi family has a big business, and they are really rich!"

"It's just a father's shadow."

"That's it, there's no one hundred taels you can't take, right?"

"Laughing to death, a million taels is about the same!"

Everyone has different opinions on this, but they all think that Qi Ye is very trenched.

You see, those things are treasures!

The treasure that can be bought with possessions is also a treasure!

Qi Ye picked up the pen with an indifferent face, dipped it in ink, and the next moment a white light burst out of his eyes.

Start writing poetry!

And when Qi Ye started to prepare, Lin Ke couldn't help but be stunned.

The meaning is not pronounced, it is written?

He couldn't help but scratch his head.

I'm not prepared!

As if noticing Lin Ke's confusion, the eunuch spoke softly: "Young Master Lin Ke, do you need a slave to help you?" ”

As he spoke, he showed a smile containing tens of thousands of wrinkles.

Lin Ke was just about to answer when a voice came from there.

"Brother Lin! I'm coming! ”

Hearing this voice, Lin Ke immediately turned his head.

I saw Butcher Zhang and a large group of people, walking over violently, and holding and carrying a bunch of things in their hands.

"If you lose, you won't lose, we'll help you!" Butcher Zhang, with chest hair, armpit hair, belly hair, and a big beard, walked over with righteousness and awe, carrying a dark table on his shoulder.

Walking in front of Lin Ke, he put down the dark table with a "snap", and a fishy and stinky smell came to his nose.

"This is the table where I chop meat, some pigs are in the water and offal, don't mind Brother Lin." Butcher Zhang had a serious face:

"I just washed it with the power of qi and blood, you can write whatever you want!"

"Young Master Lin Ke, I'm here too! Hee-hee-hee~" The matchmaker walked up, and the wrinkles on her face when she smiled were comparable to those of a eunuch, but she smeared powder: "Come, son, I'll fan you~"

In public, matchmakers are very careful about their image.

At the same time, Lin Ke noticed that the matchmaker printed a large row of words on her clothes, which was "Basketball Baby Member Recharge Discount", "Listen to the Tick Column Buy Five Get Three Free" and the like.

Very 6.

"Brother Lin, I'll grind ink for you!" Chen An's eyes were firm, he stood at the table, took out the dusty inkstone, and began to grind the ink.

Although Chen Pingping just got up for a while, he finally lay down.

It is estimated that Chen Pingping's storyteller friend was taking care of it.

"I'll add fragrance to your palm lamp!" The shopkeeper Tong took out an oil lamp, and there was a collection of cheap sesame oil on it, which he pulled out by himself.

After all, there are very few lights in the store, and the shopkeeper Tong is too picky.

"Hey, I'll fan the wind!" Bai Shutang took out the hay fan that he often used in the store, and the smell of sweat came from under the fan.

I can smell it, and it is full of the bitter sweat of these years.

"You don't have to."

Lin Ke couldn't laugh or cry.

He didn't mind that, though.

To write good poetry, it is about whether you have a good table, good pen and ink, good paper, etc.

Of course not!

What does it take to write good poetry?

What is needed is to hang!

For example, at this time, Lin Ke was ready to hang up.

(End of chapter)