Chapter 271
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The examination room in Chunwei is a small dark room, which is called "no house". After the students enter, the bugler in charge of supervision will padlock the door, leaving only a small window to deliver the examination papers.
All day long, the students ate and drank in the dark room.
Candlelight such as beans, a small room stained with yellow, Xu Erlang sitting on the side of the case, playing inkstone into water, slowly grinding.
There is still a long time to go before the exam, which is enough for him to calm down and think about something.
Since ancient times, the imperial examination has paid more attention to classics and righteousness than poetry and Fu, and Dafeng poetry has been weak for a long time. Therefore, this final examination is just a passing for most students.
When I was admitted to the hospital just now, the students who were familiar with each other were happy and contented. Unlike the first two games, his face was serious and his mind was tense, as if he wanted to fight in armor.
However, others can relax, and Xu Erlang knows he can't be careless.
He was a student of Yunlu Academy. According to the attitude of the court officials towards the students of Yunlu academy, after he won the imperial examination, he either went to the remote areas, or he didn't give his official status to hide in the snow.
Xu Erlang has his own ambition. He doesn't want to be sent to remote areas, and he doesn't want to stay in Beijing for snow.
"There's a long way to go..." Xu sighed.
At this time, the bugler outside the door knocked on the small window, the sound of the urn and the way of the urn: "master, the paper is coming."
The participants in Chunwei are all Juren, who have the qualification to be an official. The leading soldiers directly call the students in the examination room "masters".
Xu Xinnian took the paper and spread it on the desk. At this time, it was already bright, but the sun had not risen.
By the orange candle light, Xu new year's eyes, the title is "Chengzi · gange" in a sentence: "the three armed forces can seize the commander also, the man can not seize the ambition."
Xu Erlang, who is full of poetry and books, instantly refines the core: chanting ambition!
He stared at the examination paper with a look of uncontrollable dullness and disbelief in his eyes.
"Big brother must have stepped on dog shit before he came into my house that day?" Xu Erlang murmured.
Can he guess right?
On that day, Xu Erlang Quan was the eldest brother to deal with the trouble of drawing lots. Although you can guess the questions of Chunwei examination, they are only limited to classics and tactics. After all, they have traces to follow.
The title of the poem depends entirely on the examiner's mood. Whatever comes up, it is possible even in the name of wild flowers on the roadside.
Can you guess that?!
Unless big brother stepped on dog shit that night, Xu Erlang couldn't think of any possibility.
Wait a minute... Xu's expressions of shock, confusion and loss all turned into ecstasy and excitement.
Big brother guessed the right question, big brother guessed the right question!
He suddenly straightened his back and couldn't help but want to express his inner excitement with three long whistles.
"With my elder brother's poetic talent, since I have guessed the examination questions correctly, I will respect Xu Erlang in the third scene of the meeting. I, I may be able to compete for the Huiyuan
The first name of Gongshi is Huiyuan.
There is a reason for him to think so. First of all, he will try to paste his name. His identity as a student of Yunlu academy will not be exposed, so he will not be excluded. Secondly, Xu Xinnian was born to read books. He was a great scholar Zhang Shen's favorite student. In addition, the Confucian system never forgets everything, and he has a good command of ideas. His own level is far higher than that of the students in the Imperial College.
Finally, in order to prevent malpractice in the imperial examination, Dafeng arranged three examiners, many of whom took the same examination. The composition of the examiners here is complicated. The three examiners must come from different parties.
Maybe they're still hostile to each other.
Even if someone can bribe one examiner, it is impossible to bribe the other two.
Therefore, each session of the examination, between examiners, there will be a fierce battle, and then negotiate with each other, compromise, make the final choice.
"If heaven doesn't give birth to me, I will try the new year like a long night."
Even if he was so proud, there was no one in the house now. He couldn't control his emotions. He danced and laughed like a fool.
If he had a bed, he would roll on it, or wiggle around like a maggot.
"Big brother is really my lucky star! Calm down, calm down, what's the chanting poem my elder brother gave me?... "
Xu Xinnian calmed down and forced himself to calm down.
Fortunately, he never forgets the poems given by his elder brother. He has a deep memory and can recall them soon.
He dipped the pen in ink and unfolded the draft paper. At this time, he found that his hand was still shaking slightly.
"I'm not promising, but I will try. I'm so excited. My father said, "I have the capital of the first assistant."
After making fun of himself, Xu's mood relaxed a little, his hands no longer trembled, and he quickly wrote on the paper:
the wine in the golden bottle is worth ten thousand, and the jade plate is worth ten thousand.
Stop the cup and throw the chopsticks, but you can't eat them. When you pull out your sword, you are at a loss.
If you want to cross the Yellow River, you will climb the Taihang Mountains with snow.
I come fishing on the Bixi river when I'm free, and then I dream of the sun by boat.It's hard to go. It's hard to go. There are many different ways. I'm here today.
There will be times when the wind blows through the waves.
(note to the author of conscience: the poems in the imperial examination are also called Fu De poems. They usually have five characters and eight rhymes, four rhymes and six rhymes, not seven characters. I'll change the world for the devil to facilitate the plot. Re note: anti bar essence!)
After writing the poem, I read it several times to make sure I didn't write it wrong, but new doubts came to my mind.
"What is the Yellow River? What is Taihang? When he comes fishing in the Bixi River, he suddenly takes a boat to dream of the sun. Is there any allusion to these two sentences... "
Xu Erlang's brow is locked.
Xu Xinnian, who is full of poetry and books, can't find out where the Yellow River and Taihang are. According to his understanding of poetry, "fishing in the Bixi River" and "dreaming of the sun by boat" should be two allusions.
"Brother, I really don't know how to make notes when I write poems. How can I understand his state of mind when he wrote poems, and how can I understand his profound intention? "
"The Yellow River and Taihang should be the names of rivers and mountains, which can be changed. As for the sentences of" fishing on the Bixi River "and" dreaming of the edge of the sun by boat ", even if there are no allusions, it's not difficult to understand what you want to express. It's not a big problem."
Therefore, after replacing "Huanghe" and "Taihang", Xu Xinnian wrote and answered the following questions:
"Fu De Xing Lu Nan"
.......
the examiners of this Spring Festival are Zhao Tingfang, the Bachelor of Dongge, Liu Hong, the censor of Youdu, and Qian Qingshu, the Bachelor of wuyingdian.
Different from the students, the chief examiners and fellow examiners have never left the Academy since the beginning of the examination. The gate is padlocked and they don't want to leave unless they have wings.
In order to prevent collusion between examiners and students, examiners need to wait for the list of Gongshi to be determined before they can leave Gongyuan.
Compared with the previous two marking, the attitude and mood of the examiners have changed greatly.
"I don't understand. I dare to make a fool of any broken poem."
"It's a good point of view to use bamboo as a metaphor for people to chant their aspirations, but it's better to chant bamboo than their aspirations, putting the cart before the horse."
"Well, I haven't read a single amazing poem for a long time."
"It's the same in previous years. I'm used to it."
Marking officials are also called curtain officials. They review papers and comment at the same time. At first glance, the atmosphere full of gunpowder, in fact, is the most relaxed freehand.
Poetry is not taken seriously. If it is well written, it will add to the cake. If it is not well written, it doesn't matter. Anyway, it's all dregs. It's rare for students to make poems that are in line with the rules. It's not worth taking seriously.
In the capital, when it comes to poetry, there is one person who can't get around. He is Xu Qi'an, a watchman. He was regarded as the leader of the poetic circle by scholars, or the Saviour of the poetic circle.
"If Xu Qi'an takes part in the examination, at least this year, a poem will be born."
"Who says not? It's a pity that Xu Qi'an is not a scholar. According to historical records in the future, yuan jingnian's excellent poems all come from him. How can we be scholars?"
The attitude of scholars towards Xu Qian is very complicated. Fortunately for his rise, there are so many poems that can hold hands over the past two hundred years that future generations will not laugh at him.
I also regret that he is a martial arts man, not a scholar, because this is also a matter that will make future generations laugh.
In the two hundred years of Dafeng, there were thousands of scholars, but they were not even as good as a martial arts man.
"It's all Xu Pingzhi's fault."
At this time, a marking officer unfolded a copy of the paper. After a few seconds, he was stunned. His body seemed petrified and motionless.
But his lips kept on saying, repeating.
After a few minutes, the marking officer suddenly got up, looked around at his colleagues in the room, took a deep breath, threw a voice on the floor and said, "who said Dafeng scholars can't write good poems? Who said it? Who said it?"
The examiners looked at it one after another with a dazed look. They didn't know what was wrong with him.
It has been two hundred years since the decline of the poetry world. Contemporary scholars are not good at poetry. These are facts. What's controversial.
"Pa!"
The examiner patted the paper on the table, his chest heaved and he said excitedly, "I'm sure that once this poem is published, it will be famous all over the world. This year's examination will be recorded by historians. "
On the side, a marking officer looked at him, curiously walked over, picked up the paper and fixed his eyes.
Craziness seems to be contagious. The marking officer holds the paper and trembles with excitement: "good poetry, good poetry, ha ha ha, who said Dafeng scholars can't make good poetry, who said that?"
All of a sudden, the rest of the reviewers realized that there were excellent works coming out, and swarmed up to pass on and read each other.
"A good poem should come to light."
"There will be times when the wind blows through the waves and the clouds sail straight to the sea... This is the poem that a scholar should write."
"How can a student write such a poem that has experienced many vicissitudes?"
"It may be that I failed in the examination many times. Let's use poems to mark our records."
The emergence of this song "journey is difficult" is like a group of native chickens mixed with Golden Phoenix, which is extremely precious. The room full of reviewers keep passing on and commenting excitedly."Cough!"
There was a strong cough outside the door. The gray haired Bachelor of Dongge stood at the door with his hands on his back.
He was attracted by the noise.
Inside the room, the examiners were silent.
"What's the point of shouting?"
After a few reprimands, Zhao Tingfang asked, "I have just heard someone say that once this poem is published, its name will be spread all over the world?"
Immediately, a marking officer came forward and handed in the paper respectfully.
The scholar of Dongge University First glanced at everyone. Then he took the paper and squinted. He held the hand of the paper and trembled slightly.
Anyone can see that this is a good poem. It's exciting.
But different experiences, different feelings.
This poem is not only an ode to ambition, but also a rough life experience. From "the heart is at a loss, the road is difficult" to "the wind will break the waves sometimes, the clouds will sail straight to the sea", anyone with similar experience can quickly empathize.
And the last sentence is to chant ambition, which is also the finishing point, and directly elevates the artistic conception of the whole poem to a fairly high level.
"This son is absolutely talented. If he is a good scholar in both the classics and wisdom, I will call him Huiyuan." Dongge University scholar heart said.
On the next day after the Spring Festival, Xu Xinnian found that his treatment at home had plummeted. In the past, every morning, his mother would let the kitchen heat a bowl of hot milk.
At noon, it is fragrant chicken soup, and at night, it is ginseng soup.
During this period, my mother would still ask for warmth, although there was no real performance, but also showed enough attention.
Father and elder brother will also ask a few questions at the dinner table. Sister Xu Lingyue is the same. Even younger sister Xu Lingyin occasionally shouts, "second brother, work hard!
But since the end of the last game, the milk is gone, the chicken soup is gone, and the ginseng is gone. After asking when to release the list, we don't pay much attention to it.
At the dinner table, Xu Qi'an asked, "how can Erlang be in a bad mood? He didn't do well in the last test?"
Xu Erlang didn't speak. After dinner, he took his elder brother into his study and stared at him: "elder brother... You guessed the right question."
For this result, Xu Qi'an was surprised and not surprised, nodded and asked: "patriotic or Yong Zhi?"
"Chant the will!"
Xu Xinnian asked, "where are the Yellow River and Taihang? When I come fishing on the Bixi River, I suddenly dream of the sun by boat. What allusion does it come from? "
Mm? Is there any allusion to this sentence? I don't remember. Xu Qi'an looks confused.
"I come fishing in Bixi because I like fishing. Suddenly, I was dreaming of the sun by boat, but it was... Oh, why do you talk so much nonsense? After all the exams, it's still beeping.
"Tear up the four books and five classics. Brother will take you to Jiaofang department tomorrow to play."
Xu Qi'an swearing away.
Return to the room, found Zhong Li sitting on the bedside bandaging his head, faint Qinchu blood.
"Fall again?"
"Well."
Zhong Li nodded wrongly and said, "I find your sister's life is hard."
"Which sister?" Asked Xu Qian.
PS: today, I'm arguing with myself. In order to find out who the examiners were and what their positions were in history, I searched for relevant information for two hours and found that there was only a rough division of official positions on the Internet, which was not accurate.
Want to go to the library, the library closed again, make me angry.
Although I can make it up casually, I feel that I should be more rigorous. I'm a person who is afraid of being bullied.
Change after change.
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The examination room in Chunwei is a small dark room, which is called "no house". After the students enter, the bugler in charge of supervision will padlock the door, leaving only a small window to deliver the examination papers.
All day long, the students ate and drank in the dark room.
Candlelight such as beans, a small room stained with yellow, Xu Erlang sitting on the side of the case, playing inkstone into water, slowly grinding.
There is still a long time to go before the exam, which is enough for him to calm down and think about something.
Since ancient times, the imperial examination has paid more attention to classics and righteousness than poetry and Fu, and Dafeng poetry has been weak for a long time. Therefore, this final examination is just a passing for most students.
When I was admitted to the hospital just now, the students who were familiar with each other were happy and contented. Unlike the first two games, his face was serious and his mind was tense, as if he wanted to fight in armor.
However, others can relax, and Xu Erlang knows he can't be careless.
He was a student of Yunlu Academy. According to the attitude of the court officials towards the students of Yunlu academy, after he won the imperial examination, he either went to the remote areas, or he didn't give his official status to hide in the snow.
Xu Erlang has his own ambition. He doesn't want to be sent to remote areas, and he doesn't want to stay in Beijing for snow.
"There's a long way to go..." Xu sighed.
At this time, the bugler outside the door knocked on the small window, the sound of the urn and the way of the urn: "master, the paper is coming."
The participants in Chunwei are all Juren, who have the qualification to be an official. The leading soldiers directly call the students in the examination room "masters".
Xu Xinnian took the paper and spread it on the desk. At this time, it was already bright, but the sun had not risen.
By the orange candle light, Xu new year's eyes, the title is "Chengzi · gange" in a sentence: "the three armed forces can seize the commander also, the man can not seize the ambition."
Xu Erlang, who is full of poetry and books, instantly refines the core: chanting ambition!
He stared at the examination paper with a look of uncontrollable dullness and disbelief in his eyes.
"Big brother must have stepped on dog shit before he came into my house that day?" Xu Erlang murmured.
Can he guess right?
On that day, Xu Erlang Quan was the eldest brother to deal with the trouble of drawing lots. Although you can guess the questions of Chunwei examination, they are only limited to classics and tactics. After all, they have traces to follow.
The title of the poem depends entirely on the examiner's mood. Whatever comes up, it is possible even in the name of wild flowers on the roadside.
Can you guess that?!
Unless big brother stepped on dog shit that night, Xu Erlang couldn't think of any possibility.
Wait a minute... Xu's expressions of shock, confusion and loss all turned into ecstasy and excitement.
Big brother guessed the right question, big brother guessed the right question!
He suddenly straightened his back and couldn't help but want to express his inner excitement with three long whistles.
"With my elder brother's poetic talent, since I have guessed the examination questions correctly, I will respect Xu Erlang in the third scene of the meeting. I, I may be able to compete for the Huiyuan
The first name of Gongshi is Huiyuan.
There is a reason for him to think so. First of all, he will try to paste his name. His identity as a student of Yunlu academy will not be exposed, so he will not be excluded. Secondly, Xu Xinnian was born to read books. He was a great scholar Zhang Shen's favorite student. In addition, the Confucian system never forgets everything, and he has a good command of ideas. His own level is far higher than that of the students in the Imperial College.
Finally, in order to prevent malpractice in the imperial examination, Dafeng arranged three examiners, many of whom took the same examination. The composition of the examiners here is complicated. The three examiners must come from different parties.
Maybe they're still hostile to each other.
Even if someone can bribe one examiner, it is impossible to bribe the other two.
Therefore, each session of the examination, between examiners, there will be a fierce battle, and then negotiate with each other, compromise, make the final choice.
"If heaven doesn't give birth to me, I will try the new year like a long night."
Even if he was so proud, there was no one in the house now. He couldn't control his emotions. He danced and laughed like a fool.
If he had a bed, he would roll on it, or wiggle around like a maggot.
"Big brother is really my lucky star! Calm down, calm down, what's the chanting poem my elder brother gave me?... "
Xu Xinnian calmed down and forced himself to calm down.
Fortunately, he never forgets the poems given by his elder brother. He has a deep memory and can recall them soon.
He dipped the pen in ink and unfolded the draft paper. At this time, he found that his hand was still shaking slightly.
"I'm not promising, but I will try. I'm so excited. My father said, "I have the capital of the first assistant."
After making fun of himself, Xu's mood relaxed a little, his hands no longer trembled, and he quickly wrote on the paper:
the wine in the golden bottle is worth ten thousand, and the jade plate is worth ten thousand.
Stop the cup and throw the chopsticks, but you can't eat them. When you pull out your sword, you are at a loss.
If you want to cross the Yellow River, you will climb the Taihang Mountains with snow.
I come fishing on the Bixi river when I'm free, and then I dream of the sun by boat.It's hard to go. It's hard to go. There are many different ways. I'm here today.
There will be times when the wind blows through the waves.
(note to the author of conscience: the poems in the imperial examination are also called Fu De poems. They usually have five characters and eight rhymes, four rhymes and six rhymes, not seven characters. I'll change the world for the devil to facilitate the plot. Re note: anti bar essence!)
After writing the poem, I read it several times to make sure I didn't write it wrong, but new doubts came to my mind.
"What is the Yellow River? What is Taihang? When he comes fishing in the Bixi River, he suddenly takes a boat to dream of the sun. Is there any allusion to these two sentences... "
Xu Erlang's brow is locked.
Xu Xinnian, who is full of poetry and books, can't find out where the Yellow River and Taihang are. According to his understanding of poetry, "fishing in the Bixi River" and "dreaming of the sun by boat" should be two allusions.
"Brother, I really don't know how to make notes when I write poems. How can I understand his state of mind when he wrote poems, and how can I understand his profound intention? "
"The Yellow River and Taihang should be the names of rivers and mountains, which can be changed. As for the sentences of" fishing on the Bixi River "and" dreaming of the edge of the sun by boat ", even if there are no allusions, it's not difficult to understand what you want to express. It's not a big problem."
Therefore, after replacing "Huanghe" and "Taihang", Xu Xinnian wrote and answered the following questions:
"Fu De Xing Lu Nan"
.......
the examiners of this Spring Festival are Zhao Tingfang, the Bachelor of Dongge, Liu Hong, the censor of Youdu, and Qian Qingshu, the Bachelor of wuyingdian.
Different from the students, the chief examiners and fellow examiners have never left the Academy since the beginning of the examination. The gate is padlocked and they don't want to leave unless they have wings.
In order to prevent collusion between examiners and students, examiners need to wait for the list of Gongshi to be determined before they can leave Gongyuan.
Compared with the previous two marking, the attitude and mood of the examiners have changed greatly.
"I don't understand. I dare to make a fool of any broken poem."
"It's a good point of view to use bamboo as a metaphor for people to chant their aspirations, but it's better to chant bamboo than their aspirations, putting the cart before the horse."
"Well, I haven't read a single amazing poem for a long time."
"It's the same in previous years. I'm used to it."
Marking officials are also called curtain officials. They review papers and comment at the same time. At first glance, the atmosphere full of gunpowder, in fact, is the most relaxed freehand.
Poetry is not taken seriously. If it is well written, it will add to the cake. If it is not well written, it doesn't matter. Anyway, it's all dregs. It's rare for students to make poems that are in line with the rules. It's not worth taking seriously.
In the capital, when it comes to poetry, there is one person who can't get around. He is Xu Qi'an, a watchman. He was regarded as the leader of the poetic circle by scholars, or the Saviour of the poetic circle.
"If Xu Qi'an takes part in the examination, at least this year, a poem will be born."
"Who says not? It's a pity that Xu Qi'an is not a scholar. According to historical records in the future, yuan jingnian's excellent poems all come from him. How can we be scholars?"
The attitude of scholars towards Xu Qian is very complicated. Fortunately for his rise, there are so many poems that can hold hands over the past two hundred years that future generations will not laugh at him.
I also regret that he is a martial arts man, not a scholar, because this is also a matter that will make future generations laugh.
In the two hundred years of Dafeng, there were thousands of scholars, but they were not even as good as a martial arts man.
"It's all Xu Pingzhi's fault."
At this time, a marking officer unfolded a copy of the paper. After a few seconds, he was stunned. His body seemed petrified and motionless.
But his lips kept on saying, repeating.
After a few minutes, the marking officer suddenly got up, looked around at his colleagues in the room, took a deep breath, threw a voice on the floor and said, "who said Dafeng scholars can't write good poems? Who said it? Who said it?"
The examiners looked at it one after another with a dazed look. They didn't know what was wrong with him.
It has been two hundred years since the decline of the poetry world. Contemporary scholars are not good at poetry. These are facts. What's controversial.
"Pa!"
The examiner patted the paper on the table, his chest heaved and he said excitedly, "I'm sure that once this poem is published, it will be famous all over the world. This year's examination will be recorded by historians. "
On the side, a marking officer looked at him, curiously walked over, picked up the paper and fixed his eyes.
Craziness seems to be contagious. The marking officer holds the paper and trembles with excitement: "good poetry, good poetry, ha ha ha, who said Dafeng scholars can't make good poetry, who said that?"
All of a sudden, the rest of the reviewers realized that there were excellent works coming out, and swarmed up to pass on and read each other.
"A good poem should come to light."
"There will be times when the wind blows through the waves and the clouds sail straight to the sea... This is the poem that a scholar should write."
"How can a student write such a poem that has experienced many vicissitudes?"
"It may be that I failed in the examination many times. Let's use poems to mark our records."
The emergence of this song "journey is difficult" is like a group of native chickens mixed with Golden Phoenix, which is extremely precious. The room full of reviewers keep passing on and commenting excitedly."Cough!"
There was a strong cough outside the door. The gray haired Bachelor of Dongge stood at the door with his hands on his back.
He was attracted by the noise.
Inside the room, the examiners were silent.
"What's the point of shouting?"
After a few reprimands, Zhao Tingfang asked, "I have just heard someone say that once this poem is published, its name will be spread all over the world?"
Immediately, a marking officer came forward and handed in the paper respectfully.
The scholar of Dongge University First glanced at everyone. Then he took the paper and squinted. He held the hand of the paper and trembled slightly.
Anyone can see that this is a good poem. It's exciting.
But different experiences, different feelings.
This poem is not only an ode to ambition, but also a rough life experience. From "the heart is at a loss, the road is difficult" to "the wind will break the waves sometimes, the clouds will sail straight to the sea", anyone with similar experience can quickly empathize.
And the last sentence is to chant ambition, which is also the finishing point, and directly elevates the artistic conception of the whole poem to a fairly high level.
"This son is absolutely talented. If he is a good scholar in both the classics and wisdom, I will call him Huiyuan." Dongge University scholar heart said.
On the next day after the Spring Festival, Xu Xinnian found that his treatment at home had plummeted. In the past, every morning, his mother would let the kitchen heat a bowl of hot milk.
At noon, it is fragrant chicken soup, and at night, it is ginseng soup.
During this period, my mother would still ask for warmth, although there was no real performance, but also showed enough attention.
Father and elder brother will also ask a few questions at the dinner table. Sister Xu Lingyue is the same. Even younger sister Xu Lingyin occasionally shouts, "second brother, work hard!
But since the end of the last game, the milk is gone, the chicken soup is gone, and the ginseng is gone. After asking when to release the list, we don't pay much attention to it.
At the dinner table, Xu Qi'an asked, "how can Erlang be in a bad mood? He didn't do well in the last test?"
Xu Erlang didn't speak. After dinner, he took his elder brother into his study and stared at him: "elder brother... You guessed the right question."
For this result, Xu Qi'an was surprised and not surprised, nodded and asked: "patriotic or Yong Zhi?"
"Chant the will!"
Xu Xinnian asked, "where are the Yellow River and Taihang? When I come fishing on the Bixi River, I suddenly dream of the sun by boat. What allusion does it come from? "
Mm? Is there any allusion to this sentence? I don't remember. Xu Qi'an looks confused.
"I come fishing in Bixi because I like fishing. Suddenly, I was dreaming of the sun by boat, but it was... Oh, why do you talk so much nonsense? After all the exams, it's still beeping.
"Tear up the four books and five classics. Brother will take you to Jiaofang department tomorrow to play."
Xu Qi'an swearing away.
Return to the room, found Zhong Li sitting on the bedside bandaging his head, faint Qinchu blood.
"Fall again?"
"Well."
Zhong Li nodded wrongly and said, "I find your sister's life is hard."
"Which sister?" Asked Xu Qian.
PS: today, I'm arguing with myself. In order to find out who the examiners were and what their positions were in history, I searched for relevant information for two hours and found that there was only a rough division of official positions on the Internet, which was not accurate.
Want to go to the library, the library closed again, make me angry.
Although I can make it up casually, I feel that I should be more rigorous. I'm a person who is afraid of being bullied.
Change after change.
The examination room in Chunwei is a small dark room, which is called "no house". After the students enter, the bugler in charge of supervision will padlock the door, leaving only a small window to deliver the examination papers. All day long, the students ate and drank in the dark room. Candlelight such as beans, a small room stained with yellow, Xu Erlang sitting on the side of the case, playing inkstone into water, slowly grinding. There is still a long time to go before the exam, which is enough for him to calm down and think about something. Since ancient times, the imperial examination has paid more attention to classics and righteousness than poetry and Fu, and Dafeng poetry has been weak for a long time. Therefore, this final examination is just a passing for most students. When I was admitted to the hospital just now, the students who were familiar with each other were happy and contented. Unlike the first two games, his face was serious and his mind was tense, as if he wanted to fight in armor. However, others can relax, and Xu Erlang knows he can't be careless. He was a student of Yunlu Academy. According to the attitude of the court officials towards the students of Yunlu academy, after he won the imperial examination, he either went to the remote areas, or he didn't give his official status to hide in the snow. Xu Erlang has his own ambition. He doesn't want to be sent to remote areas, and he doesn't want to stay in Beijing for snow. "There's a long way to go..." Xu sighed. At this time, the bugler outside the door knocked on the small window, the sound of the urn and the way of the urn: "master, the paper is coming." The participants in Chunwei are all Juren, who have the qualification to be an official. The leading soldiers directly call the students in the examination room "masters". Xu Xinnian took the paper and spread it on the desk. At this time, it was already bright, but the sun had not risen. By the orange candle light, Xu new year's eyes, the title is "Chengzi gange" in a sentence: "the three armed forces can seize the commander also, the man can not seize the ambition." Xu Erlang, who is full of poetry and books, instantly refines the core: chanting ambition! He stared at the examination paper with a look of uncontrollable dullness and disbelief in his eyes. "Big brother must have stepped on dog shit before he came into my house that day?" Xu Erlang murmured. Can he guess right? On that day, Xu Erlang Quan was the eldest brother to deal with the trouble of drawing lots. Although you can guess the questions of Chunwei examination, they are only limited to classics and tactics. After all, they have traces to follow. The title of the poem depends entirely on the examiner's mood. Whatever comes up, it is possible even in the name of wild flowers on the roadside. Can you guess that?! Unless big brother stepped on dog shit that night, Xu Erlang couldn't think of any possibility. Wait a minute... Xu's expressions of shock, confusion and loss all turned into ecstasy and excitement. Big brother guessed the right question, big brother guessed the right question! He suddenly straightened his back and couldn't help but want to express his inner excitement with three long whistles. "With my elder brother's poetic talent, since I have guessed the examination questions correctly, I will respect Xu Erlang in the third scene of the meeting. I, I may be able to compete for the Huiyuan The first name of Gongshi is Huiyuan. There is a reason for him to think so. First of all, he will try to paste his name. His identity as a student of Yunlu academy will not be exposed, so he will not be excluded. Secondly, Xu Xinnian was born to read books. He was a great scholar Zhang Shen's favorite student. In addition, the Confucian system never forgets everything, and he has a good command of ideas. His own level is far higher than that of the students in the Imperial College. Finally, in order to prevent malpractice in the imperial examination, Dafeng arranged three examiners, many of whom took the same examination. The composition of the examiners here is complicated. The three examiners must come from different parties. Maybe they're still hostile to each other. Even if someone can bribe one examiner, it is impossible to bribe the other two. Therefore, each session of the examination, between examiners, there will be a fierce battle, and then negotiate with each other, compromise, make the final choice. "If heaven doesn't give birth to me, I will try the new year like a long night." Even if he was so proud, there was no one in the house now. He couldn't control his emotions. He danced and laughed like a fool. If he had a bed, he would roll on it, or wiggle around like a maggot. "Big brother is really my lucky star! Calm down, calm down, what's the chanting poem my elder brother gave me?... "Xu Xinnian calmed down and forced himself to calm down. Fortunately, he never forgets the poems given by his elder brother. He has a deep memory and can recall them soon. He dipped the pen in ink and unfolded the draft paper. At this time, he found that his hand was still shaking slightly. "I'm not promising, but I will try. I'm so excited. My father said, "I have the capital of the first assistant." After making fun of himself, Xu's mood relaxed a little, his hands no longer trembled, and he quickly wrote on the paper: the wine in the golden bottle is worth ten thousand, and the jade plate is worth ten thousand. Stop the cup and throw the chopsticks, but you can't eat them. When you pull out your sword, you are at a loss. If you want to cross the Yellow River, you will climb the Taihang Mountains with snow. I come fishing on the Bixi river when I'm free, and then I dream of the sun by boat.It's hard to go. It's hard to go. There are many different ways. I'm here today. There will be times when the wind blows through the waves. note to the author of conscience: the poems in the imperial examination are also called Fu De poems. They usually have five characters and eight rhymes, four rhymes and six rhymes, not seven characters. I'll change the world for the devil to facilitate the plot. Re note: anti bar essence! After writing the poem, I read it several times to make sure I didn't write it wrong, but new doubts came to my mind. "What is the Yellow River? What is Taihang? When he comes fishing in the Bixi River, he suddenly takes a boat to dream of the sun. Is there any allusion to these two sentences... "Xu Erlang's brow is locked. Xu Xinnian, who is full of poetry and books, can't find out where the Yellow River and Taihang are. According to his understanding of poetry, "fishing in the Bixi River" and "dreaming of the sun by boat" should be two allusions. "Brother, I really don't know how to make notes when I write poems. How can I understand his state of mind when he wrote poems, and how can I understand his profound intention? " "The Yellow River and Taihang should be the names of rivers and mountains, which can be changed. As for the sentences of" fishing on the Bixi River "and" dreaming of the edge of the sun by boat ", even if there are no allusions, it's not difficult to understand what you want to express. It's not a big problem." Therefore, after replacing "Huanghe" and "Taihang", Xu Xinnian wrote and answered the following questions: "Fu De Xing Lu Nan" ....... the examiners of this Spring Festival are Zhao Tingfang, the Bachelor of Dongge, Liu Hong, the censor of Youdu, and Qian Qingshu, the Bachelor of wuyingdian. Different from the students, the chief examiners and fellow examiners have never left the Academy since the beginning of the examination. The gate is padlocked and they don't want to leave unless they have wings. In order to prevent collusion between examiners and students, examiners need to wait for the list of Gongshi to be determined before they can leave Gongyuan. Compared with the previous two marking, the attitude and mood of the examiners have changed greatly. "I don't understand. I dare to make a fool of any broken poem." "It's a good point of view to use bamboo as a metaphor for people to chant their aspirations, but it's better to chant bamboo than their aspirations, putting the cart before the horse." "Well, I haven't read a single amazing poem for a long time." "It's the same in previous years. I'm used to it." Marking officials are also called curtain officials. They review papers and comment at the same time. At first glance, the atmosphere full of gunpowder, in fact, is the most relaxed freehand. Poetry is not taken seriously. If it is well written, it will add to the cake. If it is not well written, it doesn't matter. Anyway, it's all dregs. It's rare for students to make poems that are in line with the rules. It's not worth taking seriously. In the capital, when it comes to poetry, there is one person who can't get around. He is Xu Qi'an, a watchman. He was regarded as the leader of the poetic circle by scholars, or the Saviour of the poetic circle. "If Xu Qi'an takes part in the examination, at least this year, a poem will be born." "Who says not? It's a pity that Xu Qi'an is not a scholar. According to historical records in the future, yuan jingnian's excellent poems all come from him. How can we be scholars?" The attitude of scholars towards Xu Qian is very complicated. Fortunately for his rise, there are so many poems that can hold hands over the past two hundred years that future generations will not laugh at him. I also regret that he is a martial arts man, not a scholar, because this is also a matter that will make future generations laugh. In the two hundred years of Dafeng, there were thousands of scholars, but they were not even as good as a martial arts man. "It's all Xu Pingzhi's fault." At this time, a marking officer unfolded a copy of the paper. After a few seconds, he was stunned. His body seemed petrified and motionless. But his lips kept on saying, repeating. After a few minutes, the marking officer suddenly got up, looked around at his colleagues in the room, took a deep breath, threw a voice on the floor and said, "who said Dafeng scholars can't write good poems? Who said it? Who said it?" The examiners looked at it one after another with a dazed look. They didn't know what was wrong with him. It has been two hundred years since the decline of the poetry world. Contemporary scholars are not good at poetry. These are facts. What's controversial. "Pa!" The examiner patted the paper on the table, his chest heaved and he said excitedly, "I'm sure that once this poem is published, it will be famous all over the world. This year's examination will be recorded by historians. " On the side, a marking officer looked at him, curiously walked over, picked up the paper and fixed his eyes. Craziness seems to be contagious. The marking officer holds the paper and trembles with excitement: "good poetry, good poetry, ha ha ha, who said Dafeng scholars can't make good poetry, who said that?" All of a sudden, the rest of the reviewers realized that there were excellent works coming out, and swarmed up to pass on and read each other. "A good poem should come to light." "There will be times when the wind blows through the waves and the clouds sail straight to the sea... This is the poem that a scholar should write." "How can a student write such a poem that has experienced many vicissitudes?" "It may be that I failed in the examination many times. Let's use poems to mark our records." The emergence of this song "journey is difficult" is like a group of native chickens mixed with Golden Phoenix, which is extremely precious. The room full of reviewers keep passing on and commenting excitedly."Cough!" There was a strong cough outside the door. The gray haired Bachelor of Dongge stood at the door with his hands on his back. He was attracted by the noise. Inside the room, the examiners were silent. "What's the point of shouting?" After a few reprimands, Zhao Tingfang asked, "I have just heard someone say that once this poem is published, its name will be spread all over the world?" Immediately, a marking officer came forward and handed in the paper respectfully. The scholar of Dongge University First glanced at everyone. Then he took the paper and squinted. He held the hand of the paper and trembled slightly. Anyone can see that this is a good poem. It's exciting. But different experiences, different feelings. This poem is not only an ode to ambition, but also a rough life experience. From "the heart is at a loss, the road is difficult" to "the wind will break the waves sometimes, the clouds will sail straight to the sea", anyone with similar experience can quickly empathize. And the last sentence is to chant ambition, which is also the finishing point, and directly elevates the artistic conception of the whole poem to a fairly high level. "This son is absolutely talented. If he is a good scholar in both the classics and wisdom, I will call him Huiyuan." Dongge University scholar heart said. On the next day after the Spring Festival, Xu Xinnian found that his treatment at home had plummeted. In the past, every morning, his mother would let the kitchen heat a bowl of hot milk. At noon, it is fragrant chicken soup, and at night, it is ginseng soup. During this period, my mother would still ask for warmth, although there was no real performance, but also showed enough attention. Father and elder brother will also ask a few questions at the dinner table. Sister Xu Lingyue is the same. Even younger sister Xu Lingyin occasionally shouts, "second brother, work hard! But since the end of the last game, the milk is gone, the chicken soup is gone, and the ginseng is gone. After asking when to release the list, we don't pay much attention to it. At the dinner table, Xu Qi'an asked, "how can Erlang be in a bad mood? He didn't do well in the last test?" Xu Erlang didn't speak. After dinner, he took his elder brother into his study and stared at him: "elder brother... You guessed the right question." For this result, Xu Qi'an was surprised and not surprised, nodded and asked: "patriotic or Yong Zhi?" "Chant the will!" Xu Xinnian asked, "where are the Yellow River and Taihang? When I come fishing on the Bixi River, I suddenly dream of the sun by boat. What allusion does it come from? " Mm? Is there any allusion to this sentence? I don't remember. Xu Qi'an looks confused. "I come fishing in Bixi because I like fishing. Suddenly, I was dreaming of the sun by boat, but it was... Oh, why do you talk so much nonsense? After all the exams, it's still beeping. "Tear up the four books and five classics. Brother will take you to Jiaofang department tomorrow to play." Xu Qi'an swearing away. Return to the room, found Zhong Li sitting on the bedside bandaging his head, faint Qinchu blood. "Fall again?" "Well." Zhong Li nodded wrongly and said, "I find your sister's life is hard." "Which sister?" Asked Xu Qian. PS: today, I'm arguing with myself. In order to find out who the examiners were and what their positions were in history, I searched for relevant information for two hours and found that there was only a rough division of official positions on the Internet, which was not accurate. Want to go to the library, the library closed again, make me angry. Although I can make it up casually, I feel that I should be more rigorous. I'm a person who is afraid of being bullied. Change after change.
