Guozijian is not taken seriously, and the main book of the seven products is not a big official, and the court lazily sends people to fill in the vacancies. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is recommended by the sacrificial wine, and the court then gives instructions, and it is enough to go through the motions.

So who can be promoted to the new chief bookkeeper depends on Zhou Fengxian's words.

After mid-afternoon, the eleven assistant teachers of Guozijian came, including eight of Mi Xiaoxia. The other three were arrogant, thinking that they would be directly promoted to the fifth rank doctor in the future, and they couldn't look down on this small seven-rank master book.

Zhou Fengxian still has government affairs to deal with, and eight teaching assistants are waiting in the garden behind the study building.

"Everyone, who is this, Assistant Teacher Mi, do you also want to compete for the position of the main book?"

Feng Qingnian suddenly walked towards Mi Xiaoxia, pretending to be surprised, and said in a weird manner.

"The carp is still jumping over the dragon gate, who doesn't want to go to a high place. ”

"But you have to understand your own catties first, otherwise it will only increase the laughing stock. ”

"Haha, Brother Liu is right, that's exactly what I meant. ”

Mi Xiaoxia didn't speak, and the other teaching assistants looked at it, singing and harmonizing with another burst of ridicule.

Mi Xiaoxia is just a showman, and it is no secret that he entered the country because of his relationship. It is human nature to step on others to elevate themselves, and these teaching assistants want to step on Mi Xiaoxia.

Moreover, the other teaching assistants have studied hard for many years, and they have become these eight-grade teaching assistants with real talents. With the relationship between Mi Xiaoxia and Toto, he can be on an equal footing with them, they are unbalanced in their hearts!

"Assistant Teacher Mi, while Lord Sacrificial Wine is not here, I advise you to go back quickly. The Lord of the Wine Festival has always been meritocracy, but he doesn't sell anyone's face. ”

Seeing that Mi Xiaoxia didn't speak, Feng Qingnian sneered twice and said again disdainfully.

"You'll definitely have to compete to learn, won't you miss the bottom, although everyone has long known it, but after all, your face is not good-looking. ”

"You don't have to worry about that. ”

Mi Xiaoxia glanced at Feng Qingnian, snorted lightly and ignored it

"I don't know how to lift!"

Feng Qingnian snorted coldly and walked away, secretly saying in his heart, wait to see how Mi Xiaoxia makes a fool of himself.

The other six assistant coaches were also disdainful, in fact, they wished they had this opportunity to expose Mi Xiaoxia's old background and make him embarrassed.

Everyone waited quietly, and after a while, Zhou Fengxian came with his hands behind his back.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am calling you today, and I think you have already made things clear. ”

Zhou Fengxian was not too long-winded, and said straight to the point.

"Officials must be responsible for the court and the people. The Guozijian shoulders the heavy responsibility of cultivating talents for the country, and no matter how big or small, it is not impossible to neglect it! Today, select a virtuous person from among you, and the old man will report to the imperial court and appoint him as the new chief secretary. ”

"What the sake priest said is very true, and we are deeply inspired. But I don't know what kind of charter this selection is. ”

After Zhou Fengxian finished speaking, a teaching assistant asked.

"Since it is for the country to select talents, of course, it depends on talent and learning. ”

Zhou Fengxian coughed lightly and announced.

"In order not to delay time, I won't make a fuss today, and each of you will write a poem. The old man will evaluate them one by one, and whoever has good poems will be recommended by the old man. ”

"Poetry, this is good!"

Hearing that it was compared to a poem, everyone looked at each other, and they were all eager to try.

It was now the early years of the Tang Dynasty, poetry was gradually popular, and literati gatherings often wrote poems to help the fun. It's a test of talent and fun.

"I don't know what the subject is. ”

Then someone asked, even if it is an impromptu poem, there must be a reason.

"It's too remote to make sense, so let's write a poem. But everything that can be seen in this garden can be used to compose poetry. ”

Zhou Fengxian pointed to the garden, then took out the incense burner and lit a stick of sandalwood.

"A stick of incense for a limited time, in no particular order, only the good and the bad. ”

The ancients had seven steps to become a poem, but for thousands of years, there was only one Cao Zhi. The time for a stick of incense was very tight, and everyone hurriedly began, looking at the garden one by one, or pacing back and forth, or rubbing their chin and beard to think.

"Poetry ...... Songs"

Mi Xiaoxia's eyes swept over the scenery in the garden, and he couldn't help frowning and thinking.

"There it is!"

When the incense was halfway burned, a teaching assistant clapped his palms, walked quickly to the table, picked up a brush and wrote a quatrain without five words on rice paper.

After a while, the others gradually became poems, and they walked to the table and took pens to write.

Mi Xiaoxia walked around the garden, until a stick of incense was almost burned, then he walked to the table and wrote a poem.

Speaking of which, Mi Xiaoxia was reborn, and the brush character was the foundation of the original body. It's not great, but it's neat.

"Okay, I see you're all done, I don't know who will show it first. ”

Seeing that everyone had finished writing and holding the poem in their hands, Zhou Fengxian asked with a smile.

"I'll come first, the right to throw bricks and lead the jade, and all the brothers will laugh. ”

One of the teaching assistants stepped forward, arched his hand at the crowd, unfolded the poem, cleared his throat and began to recite it.

"Section after section, the limbs are green leaves. Although I do not bloom, I have bees and butterflies. ”

"Good!

"What a song!"

This is a poem written about bamboo, and after listening to it, everyone applauded and appreciated. Although the words of this poem are simple, it is fresh and refined, and it is a good poem.

The assistant arched his hand to the crowd again, and a smile appeared on his face, which he also thought was not bad.

"Well, it's easy to understand, it's okay. ”

Zhou Fengxian nodded, it was a recognition, but he couldn't help but shake his head in his heart. Poetry is like its person, you can see the character from the poem, this person's fame and fortune are too heavy, and it is too much to use!

"Let's change me next, I'm writing about Yongfeng. ”

Immediately afterwards, Feng Qingnian stood up, gestured to everyone, and recited aloud.

"Blowing off three autumn leaves, blooming all over February. Thousands of waves across the river, into the forest and thousands of trees slanted. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"It's a 'crossing the river and thousands of waves, entering the forest and thousands of trees', there is a wing of the wind in front, my poem should be torn!"

After Feng Qingnian finished singing, everyone was surprised, this poem was written so well, and one of them tore up the poem that he had worked so hard to write with a snort.

"Although my poems are also good, they are far inferior to Yongfeng, so don't be ashamed to be conspicuous. ”

"Brother Feng is in front, it seems that there is no need to compare. ”

The others shook their heads with wry smiles, and folded their poems one after another, so as not to be ugly.

"Good poem! The first two sentences are graceful, but the last two sentences can rise from the ground and be magnificent, good poetry!"

Even the great Confucian Zhou Fengxian nodded again and again and praised it, saying in his heart that the position of the chief bookkeeper this time should fall on this Feng Qingnian.

"Brothers, I'm just ......"

Feng Qingnian was proud in his heart, and he couldn't help but thank everyone, but when he saw Mi Xiaoxia, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Everyone else has put the poems away, or simply tore them up. Only Mi Xiaoxia stood there with the poem in hand.

"Assistant Teacher Mi, it seems that you have a lot of confidence in your poems. ”

Feng Qingnian looked at Mi Xiaoxia with a sneer on his face.

"It's nature. ”

Mi Xiaoxia raised his head slightly, with a confident face.

"People are self-aware, it's okay to learn without talent, but the most terrible thing is not self-aware!"

"That is, with Yongfeng in front, we have all withdrawn, do you have anything better?"

The other teaching assistants discussed for a while, and they all despised Mi Xiaoxia. Zhou Fengxian also frowned slightly, he didn't take Mi Xiaoxia into account, but he didn't expect him to be so brazen.

Zhou Fengxian snorted coldly, in this Jinling State Prison, he Zhou Fengxian has the final say. Even if the prince comes in person, don't think about going through his back door!

"I wrote a lime chant and asked for advice. ”

Mi Xiaoxia ignored the crowd, unfolded the poem, and then recited it aloud.

"Thousands of hammers are carved out of the mountains, and the fire burns as if it were idle. Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world!"