Historians use history as a mirror to know the past and the future.

The old man is the demi-saint who guards the Temple of Literature today.

There was a young man sitting in front of him, and he said that the young man was just comparing his age to him.

The person in front of him was wearing a plain robe, a black beard hanging down his chest, and a beautiful face, in his forties.

He was holding a history book, and the history book had a dark light falling on the bronze mirror, supported by talent, and the yellow bronze mirror could continue to show the appearance of Zhou Dagu.

The half-saint spoke: "Boss Ji, why don't you speak?" When you came to the half-holy temple today, didn't you come to ask the old man! ”

Ji Xuande shook his head helplessly: "Duanmu Sheng, don't embarrass me!" ”

"It's clear that you're embarrassing me, a few of us are guarding the Daying Confucian Temple, and we don't care about the affairs of the court, you take the things in the court today to ask me, what are you doing if you are not embarrassed?"

"I really can't help it, Your Majesty made a decree to conceal this poem of Zhenguo, but as a big win Taishi, how can I not remember it!"

"Is it His Majesty's will, or is it the Left Minister?"

"Alas......"

"This little guy has been getting more and more powerful lately! It's a pity that we can't participate in the government, otherwise we will break Wenxin, and I can't give you an answer to this matter! ”

"You are famous for your intelligence when you are young, who doesn't know that you are the wisest, can you not know what to do?"

Duanmu Sheng looked at him: "I really don't know!" Back then, your ancestors, with three lives, saved a historian's mantra, if you don't know what to do, how can I be clear! ”

Ji Xuande pondered for a moment, nodded heavily, and kowtowed: "Thank you Duanmu Sheng, I know what to do!" ”

"Alas! Don't be impulsive, little one, it's one thing to record, but it's another thing not to let others see it! ”

"Then the record of this poem is put together with the things outside the gate!"

Duanmu Sheng nodded: "Alas! Even saints can't do it, and so be it! You said that this little guy has written a poem about the town and two poems of Dafu, what kind of surprise can I give this child test! ”

"I was the first in the world, it's really a pride, but it's a pity that I lost my ambition later, and I don't know why a little guy at this age is so depressed!"

Ji Xuande held the Shi Jiajing on the table with both hands: "I don't know, I'll go back first!" ”

"Alas, you kid, you've been crossing the river and tearing down the bridge since you were a child, you let me see it again!"

"Your old man is a demi-saint, he is in the county school, and there is a Confucian Temple in the county school, you still have no way to see it? I'm in a hurry to go back to the record, and next time I go to your home and visit you! ”

Ji Xuande pushed open the door and left the half-temple.

Duanmu's half-holy hand slashed in mid-air, the air was foggy, the mist slowly cleared, and he saw Zhou Dagu's face again.

"Back then, it was recorded that the two realms of the mountain earthquake, the big win was broken, and the true text was sage! Could it be this kid? Will he be able to undo anything else? The saint shook his head, pondering.

Or Kyoto.

Left Prime Minister's Mansion Study.

Zuo Xiang looked at the man in front of him: "It's been tried, is what he said true or false?" ”

"Fake, Ah San teamed up with another kid to kill Childe!"

In the study, the talent was shocked, and Zuo Xiang's eyes were red: "How dare he!" ”

"Xiangye, I will order my subordinates to take this kid as a deserter!"

Zuo Xiang closed his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief: "No! According to the story of Ah San, recently in the court, someone is targeting the master and me! I can't figure out who these people are right now! There can be no more storms and waves, and the tongue can be taught! ”

"What about Ah San?"

"Throw it out! He can't die, tell him what to say! ”

"What about the kid surnamed Zhou!"

Zuo Xiang looked down at the ground, his chest heaving: "The second son can't be a deserter, he can only be a hero, he can't be a deserter, let's rehabilitate him first!" ”

"The second child died miserably, and he died a heroic death for a big win, so let's announce it! Go tell the lady and the eldest son, prepare for the funeral! ”

"It's my lord!" The man faced the left and stepped back.

Zuo Xiang picked up the tea-stained handle pot on the table, which was made by his second son, and the family was not like it is now.

He's just a poor man.

At that time, life was poor and happy, and no one would be behind him when he went out.

Hum! The people who scolded him, how could they know that he was proud and ambitious, he was all for the world!

"The second child is not sensible, but he is my child, I will punish him for doing something wrong, and others can't!"

Zuo Xiang sat on the Taishi's chair and spoke: "Someone! ”

The study door opens and closes.

A subordinate came out with a letter in his hand, went to the backyard and rode away on a fast horse.

Zuo Xiang was still sitting in the study, his eyes closed.

The sound of the gong came far and near.

The Prime Minister's Mansion sounded crying.

"My son! Why did you die so miserably! ”

"Second brother! My brother, you are a hero! But the eldest brother doesn't want you to be a hero, why do you say you! Why did you leave me, my brother! ”

"Childe!"

The cry shook the sky, and the prime minister's house changed to white sails.

Zuo Xiang touched the pot in his hand, and a tear fell to the ground: "Son, son!" ”

"Daddy can't live with you! I can't avenge you openly! ”

"Don't worry, he'll be with you! You will not be alone on the road to Huangquan, my son! ”

Zhou Dagu was not in Kyoto, but the affairs in Kyoto went exactly according to his original plan.

It's just that he guessed less about the cruelty of the left minister.

At this moment, these things are no longer what he should worry about, and his brain is all used to deal with today's county exam.

The test paper is copied by the knife and pen officials of the county school, and these copied knife and pen officials stay in the county government before the county test, and they cannot leave after eating and drinking, and they can only leave after the county test is over.

Still, there is a large crowd waiting to do this.

First, for the sake of honor, for the county test to copy the questions, can be ordinary people.

Second, the county government has given too much!

Like Professor Zhu Fuzi's, the test paper consists of three questions.

The first question is the words of the sage, which is simple for Zhou Dagu, after entering the country, his ears and eyes are smart, and he has memorized the two sage books to be examined.

It's not a pretext, it's that he can really recite it backwards.

He originally thought that this time the county test was clumsy, and there were some deliberate mistakes in the first two questions, so as not to destroy Mu Xiu in the forest wind.

However, now that the people behind Wang Yuanwai have exerted their strength, if he hides it again, he doesn't know if he can still deal with those people's next moves.

He has no power, his talent is insufficient, and his realm is not enough.

If you want to make those people fall into the trap, you have to take advantage of it.

Only when their own name is bigger, those people will have concerns when they move themselves, and if they have concerns, they will have flaws, and they will be easy to deal with.

In Big Win, the name of the text can really be exchanged for money and life.

The first two questions, Zhou Dagu answered smoothly, he read them twice, and finally made no mistakes.

He looked at the topic of poetry, and if he wanted to become famous, he was in poetry.

The poem is named.

The naming poems are simple, mostly nostalgic and chanting.

Zhu Fuzi knows the poetry of Cai County students very well, and the question is completely simple.

Zhou Dagu looked at the topic, and sure enough.

'Spring gives birth to all things, and expresses spring with poetry!' ’

He smiled slightly, closed his eyes, and entered the memory palace.

Zhou Dagu pressed his head: "There are too many, it's hard to choose!" ”

Others only feel that they can't write, but he doesn't feel that they can't write!