Do you want to tell the empress that this is all obsession brought by later generations and that you also want to give an explanation to yourself who has been studying hard for so many years?

Since he was four years old, Zhang Changzong has been practicing literature and martial arts every day for more than ten years, and has never dared to slack off for a day. Over the years, he has been familiar with classics, history, and his calligraphy has been basically met. If he doesn't go to the next exam room, he will feel sorry for his hard work over the years.

He didn't think about winning the top scorer or something. Zhang Changzong felt that he was not a person with aura of study. His only advantage was that as a pseudo-sama and a fake child, he was better at studying than others. In addition, he had a better memory through time travel. If he wanted to say that he had aura of study... it belonged to the category of talent, and had nothing to do with age and effort.

It is precisely because he knows that he has been studying hard over the years, studying hard, asking questions, reading and thinking more, and has two lifetimes of experience. In addition, with the teachings of famous teachers, after understanding them, it finally makes people sigh that his name is not true.

"If you want to participate in this autumn examination, can Liulang's travel paper be completed?"

When Shangguan Wan'er heard that he planned to participate in this year's autumn examination, she cared for her.

Zhang Changzong looked up at His Majesty the Empress and his Master Wan'er, and said with a little hesitation: "Master, I have written it, but I just can't figure out whether it's appropriate."

When the empress heard this, she added: "It is rare that Liulang wrote any poems when hesitated so much? What articles did he write? Read it and listen to it. I will study it with you."

Over the years, Zhang Changzong has always insisted on writing articles by himself. Although his style, temper and writing style have always been relatively simple, he has a lot of information and knowledge from later generations, and has been studying hard for more than ten years, and his articles have been written well. Although he has always been disliked by Master Wan'er and Mrs. Zheng, his remarks are not gorgeous enough, but his writing skills have never been mentioned before.

It’s just writing poetry... After so many years, he has been running wildly on the road of plagiarism. There is no way. In today’s era, everyone knows how to write poets, but to be outstanding, it requires not only talent and talent, but also spiritual energy. Zhang Changzong has already accepted his fate. He actually has no spiritual energy in this regard. He can write neat and confrontational poems, but most of them are ordinary. If he doesn’t have a reputation as a prodigy and is just an ordinary student, he can still see people. However, as a prodigy who was born in a prodigy, he has been famous for his poems since childhood, it is not enough to read it, so he simply accepts his fate and continues to copy poetry. However, he deliberately controls the number and does not copy randomly if it is not necessary.

Zhang Changzong still wanted to struggle to death: "Thank you, Your Majesty. But if Your Majesty personally takes it for me, wouldn't that cheat? If the boy wins the game in the future and the matter is spread, wouldn't your Majesty have a bad reputation? Let's just forget it."

Shangguan Wan'er also said, "Your Majesty, Liu Lang is right. If it is spread, Liu Lang will be fine, but it will be hindered from Your Majesty's reputation and will not be allowed."

The empress said directly: "If you don't spread it, just do it."

As he said that, his eyes were plain and he glanced around. The palace maids and eunuchs in the palace were all shocked. They all lowered their heads and said they did not dare. The empress with satisfaction retracted her eyes and said to Zhang Changzong: "Read it quickly. If you ask you when you were young, you will definitely read it happily and listen to me. This person became more and more courageous and became smaller."

Zhang Changzong was speechless. Isn’t this afraid that something would come out in the future and make the empress unhappy? Since the empress doesn’t mind, then just recite it to her. Zhang Changzong said: “Go back to Your Majesty, Liu Lang’s book has two poems and one essay. What does Your Majesty want to hear?”

Wu said: "You have studied hard behind closed doors and devoted yourself to martial arts. If you write less poetry, you will listen to your poems."

"Here!"

Zhang Changzong had already accepted his fate, so he began to recite poems very simply: "Zhao Gu is a man with Hu Tassel, Wu Gu is frosted and snowy. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, sturdy like a meteor. Kill one person in ten steps, without leaving a thousand miles away. After the matter, he brushes his clothes and hides his name. He is idle by Xinling, drinks with his sword, and stands upright in front of his knees. He eats Zhu Hai, holds a cup to persuade Hou Ying. Three cups of promise, but the five mountains are light. After the eyes are blurred and the ears are hot, his spirit is born. He saves Zhao and swings the golden hammer, and Handan is shocked first. Two heroes in the thousand years are glorious and powerful in Daliang City. Even if the dead chivalrous bones are fragrant, they are not ashamed of the heroes in the world. Who can write and write together the Taixuan Sutra? "

That’s right! Zhang Changzong copied the "King Xing" by the poet Li Bai for the first time! It was really because this kid kept it in his house for half a month in order to make a book of poetry, which was even more painful than constipation.

Thinking that since it is a script, you must always have a poem that expresses your ambition and mind, so that the person who collects the script can see what kind of person he is. After choosing and choosing, there are two poems for spare, one is the "Xia Ke Xing" by the Poet Immortal, and the other is Bai Juyi's "Pine at the Underground of the Story".

After hesitating for several days, if he copied "Pine Under the Stream", with his master's teachings and the favor he received in front of the empress, he would probably be scolded for being pretentious. Maybe thousands of years later, someone would post online, calling him a blooming male white lotus. If he meets a poisonous person and directly named him the number one male white lotus in the ages, wouldn't that be a terrible person for thousands of years? Although he didn't mind the reputation behind him, the white lotus must never be made. He can't afford to lose that person or take the blame!

So, in the end, I had to choose "The Legend of the Immortals". Although I had great confidence in the Immortals, Zhang Changzong still lacked confidence. I wonder if he would be disliked that he would write too murderously and Ren was loyal.

"Good poem!"

Just after finishing the memorization, the empress and Shangguan Wan'er almost blurted out a word of praise. Master Wan'er looked at him with a bright look, with love and pride. If the empress hadn't been there, she might have rushed up to give her a hug, then touched her face and held hands, and praised him enthusiastically without hesitation. Well... Although his master Wan'er treated him strictly, he was a person who never gave up on compliments.

The empress narrowed her eyes and said directly: "Song again."

What else can Zhang Changzong do? Of course, he did as he did. He memorized it again immediately, and the empress listened with her ears. After listening, she could actually repeat it herself, nodding while reading, but not busy commenting.

Zhang Changzong was confused, and he was an impatient person. He was involved in more than ten years of hard work. He couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, do you think this poem is a bit murderous? I have also prepared a small poem, please give it a review."

As he said that, he recited again: "The spring is silent and cherishes the fine flow, and the tree shade shines on the water and loves the softness of the sun. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has stood on it. Your Majesty, look, pairing it with such a fresh and natural poem will make the examiner feel that I am a little better than Liu Lang? Although "The Legend of the Gods" is well written, I am afraid that the examiner will think that I am a young man is useless."

This worry is very reasonable and necessary. But the empress didn't seem to think it, and said enthusiastically: "Is this poem called "The Legend of the Knights"? It's quite good. Liulang has really grown up and can write such a heroic and majestic poem! However, if this poem is written like this, does Liulang want to be a general?"

Then do you need to ask? Zhang Changzong nodded without thinking and bowed: "Your Majesty's clarity."

Being a civil servant is good, but being a military general may die on the battlefield, but this is indeed a choice after careful consideration by Zhang Changzong. The great man said that power will come from the barrel of a gun. In the next few years, the people will be more peaceful, but the palace will not be peaceful.

Zhang Changzong wanted to protect his Master Wan'er, to protect Mrs. Zheng for her lifetime, and to protect her adopted mother, Princess Taiping and her pseudo-Loli Xiu'er sister. If she had no strength at hand, then no matter how much she said, she would be empty talk. After living for two lifetimes, he just wanted to work hard to protect the people she cared about and become the support and protector of these old and young women.
Chapter completed!