The huge examination room was quiet, and the sound of footsteps in the distance could be vaguely heard. The smell of ink filling the air was not pleasant, but instead added to the urgent mood.

The sound of brushes rubbing against paper could be heard in the examination rooms on the left and right, while Yun Jing looked at the examination paper in front of him in a daze.

The eye-catching poetry test questions were right in front of him. There were no requirements, as long as they were original, but he didn't know how to write them.

He is really not good at writing poetry.

When it comes to the characters of the Dali Dynasty, Yunjing can’t say that there are none if he doesn’t know or write them, but there are definitely not many. But why is it so difficult to compose each character into a poem?

The so-called difficulty is relative. It is no problem for him to write some flowing words, but it is really difficult for him to write a poem that is barely understandable.

Time passed little by little, the sun gradually rose higher, breakfast and lunch were served, Yunjing also ate, but he did not write a word about writing poems.

Under such circumstances, he couldn't help but scratch his head. How long has it been since he felt a sense of urgency? Hey, he felt it today.

He knew in his heart that although poetry was indispensable for this exam, it would still affect part of the results. Even if it only affected a small amount, it was still an important matter with more than 100,000 candidates.

This is already the last day of the exam, and it will end in less than half a day, but as soon as I plan to write a poem about the clouds and scenery, I feel a little confused...

Gradually, the sky became cloudy and it looked like it was going to rain.

Under such circumstances, many people in various places in the capital looked up at the sky with astonishment on their faces. Why is it that it is going to rain?

Xia Ziyang was drinking tea with Old Master Huang, and the eldest princess Xia Ziyue was accompanying her.

Xia Ziyue, who kept pouring tea, looked up at the sky with a smile on her lips, then lowered her head and continued pouring tea.

Xia Ziyang heard Old Master Huang hesitantly and said with some confusion: "Old Master Huang, why did the sky suddenly change?"

"It's not what you think. It has nothing to do with Xiaojing. It's just an imperial examination. His mood swings will not affect the changes in the celestial phenomena." Huang Changyang shook his head and smiled.

Xia Ziyue and her brother looked at each other. Since Mr. Huang said so, it seems that it really has nothing to do with the cloud scenery, but just natural weather changes.

"Sister Huang, is it a bit too much to add poetry questions to this imperial examination? After all, many people know that Yun Qing is not good at this. If he misunderstood and was deliberately targeting him..." Xia Ziyue hesitated for a moment.

Tangled.

Yes, it was Xia Ziyue who proposed the topic of poetry in the imperial examination this time. Of course, she was just making a suggestion. Whether or not to adopt it depends on the ministers. Even if she is classified as the eldest princess, she cannot directly intervene in the imperial examination.

Such a big thing.

In the end, Huang Changyang nodded and carried it out. He had no other intention. The main reason was that there had been no poetry examination questions for many years. It was just to stimulate the poetry culture of Dali, in case a few famous poems were published in this imperial examination.

I really wasn’t targeting Yunjing on purpose...

Xia Ziyue sat down gracefully and said with a smile: "Xiao Jing is not as narrow-minded as the emperor thinks, so the candidates are all given the same test questions, how can it be said that it is targeting him?"

Xia Ziyang thought so too.

If Huang Changyang didn't dare, he didn't have so many worries. He joked: "Xiaoyue suggested poetry test questions. I think Xiaojing is obviously implicated. After many years of waiting, the clay figurine still has a lot of resentment. You can't bear to trouble Li Qiu.

He just took it out on his apprentice, it’s great to be young.”

"I'm not, I didn't, Mr. Huang, don't say that," Xia Ziyue said quickly.

Huang Changyang smiled and asked, "Why are you so anxious?" He changed the subject and said, "In this case, other candidates should have a more balanced mind. After all, it is well known that Xiao Jing is not good at poetry."

"That's right, you have to consider the emotions of other candidates," Xia Ziyang said with deep understanding.

From their point of view, we need to consider the overall situation. After all, Yunjing is so famous that it puts too much pressure on others. If the candidates can be given the opportunity to surpass Yunjing in other aspects, the candidates' mentality will be balanced.

Some.

"I don't know if Xiaojing will bite the bullet and deal with it, or just give up on this question," Xia Ziyue looked in the direction of the examination room and said.

"Let's wait and see..."

In the examination room, Yun Jing held his chin in his hand and looked at the test questions in a daze, racking his brains and not knowing what to write. It seemed that the end of the exam was not far away.

The sky was cloudy for a while but it didn't rain. Gradually the clouds cleared and the fog dispersed, and the last meal of the imperial examination was delivered.

A plate of side dishes, a bowl of soup and two pancakes are not rich or delicious, but they can make people full. Yunjing is also a human being, and he also needs to eat. Of course, this amount of food is not enough to sustain his daily consumption, it is just a habit.

It’s just a feeling of fullness that is developed through sex.

When he couldn't think of anything to write, he just ate. If he didn't eat, it would be free.

He eats very carefully and does not waste food.

As he ate, he felt so happy that he wanted to write something, and for a moment he stopped eating.

Subconsciously, I put down the pancake in my hand, dipped my pen in ink, and wrote a poem on the blank paper.

‘catkins flying on the wall in the wind’

After writing this sentence, he paused, and for a moment he didn't know how to continue. The reason why he wrote this poem was that when he was eating, he suddenly remembered that when he was a child, his family was bare, and when the wind blew, grass clippings flew from the thatched roof of his home.

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At that time, his family was really poor, and they had to plan carefully if they wanted to have a full meal. After her mother gave birth to herself, she could only eat the rice at the bottom of the porridge she cooked, while her father and grandfather, who were engaged in heavy manual labor, could only drink rice soup to soothe their throats.

Fast forward so many years, the original poverty has long ceased to exist, and now everything is lacking.

Recalling his childhood, Yunjing looked at the simple food at hand, and perhaps he was inspired by it, and wrote the next few lines of poetry in one breath.

‘The stars make cakes for the lamp and the moon’

‘Without horns, plowing and hatred are powerless’

‘One porridge, one meal, a feast for peace’

After writing a four-sentence seven-character poem in one breath, Yunjing looked at each word on the paper and was in a daze. These four lines of poetry could be said to be the most realistic portrayal of his childhood life, and each line carried the most real experience he had ever had.

Catkins are flying on the walls in the wind, and the stars are making cakes for the lamp and moon. Without horns, the plowing is powerless, and a porridge and a meal are a peaceful feast.

In the past, the Yunjing family had only four walls. When the wind blew, grass clippings flew from the roof. They were reluctant to light the lamp at night, so they used the stars and the moon for illumination. The days were so miserable that the moon in the sky looked like fragrant pancakes. There were no cattle at home, only

There may be manpower to plow the land, but my father and grandfather hated themselves for not having enough strength to plow too much land. Yunjing looked at the field and hated himself for not having the strength to help. However, no matter how difficult the days were, they survived. Looking back at the beginning, it was just a porridge.

Looking at the world, if everyone can have enough food to eat, then the world will be peaceful.

Looking at the poem he wrote, Yunjing didn't know if it was good or not, and he didn't worry about whether it rhymed or not, and he didn't care whether it was neat or not, but it definitely came from the heart.

After pondering for a moment, he wrote the title of the poem at the top: "Reminiscing about the Poverty of the Family in Childhood" - Shouxin

After writing the pen, Yunjing no longer bothered about the imperial examination or not. After all, he had been studying for many years. A short poem or an article that was inspired by his feelings was an explanation of his study for so many years. He didn't care about the final results.

If there are too many, even if he fails, there is a high probability that he will not take the imperial examination again.

"I have been writing and writing for many years, but when I finally put down the last stroke, my heart feels a little empty," Yun Jing couldn't help but sigh.

He immediately considered that this was an imperial examination after all. The little poem in front of him was written by him after he had felt it before. Every stroke and every word in the line was filled with the spiritual will of the mythical realm. Not everyone can read it. The mythical realm

The following, just the fluctuations of spirit and will contained above, cannot be tolerated, and even this seemingly light paper cannot be picked up.

So Yunjing erased the spiritual will from the poem, and it was just a short poem written with ordinary ink. Apart from the neat and beautiful handwriting, the content was probably completely lost.

Well, maybe because of my celebrity effect, this poem will be widely circulated, and maybe countless people will give rise to various high-minded interpretations. Tsk, this kind of thing is not impossible to happen.

‘Celebrity’ has its own aura, who knows what kind of thoughts and feelings Yun Jing had when he wrote this poem...

After putting away the answer sheet, Yunjing no longer worried about the imperial examination, but carefully finished the remaining cold food, and finally sat down, waiting for the imperial examination to end.

The closer the imperial examination is to the end, the atmosphere in the examination room becomes tense invisibly. I don’t know how other people are feeling, but Yunjing is unmoved. After years of hard work, he has put his heart into this imperial examination, and no matter what the result is, he will

No regrets.

Dangdangdang~!

As the sun set, the bell rang, which meant that the imperial examination was officially over. The examiner immediately announced that all the candidates should stop writing and could not leave until the papers were collected. At the same time, the soldiers in the examination room also had cold expressions.

Anyone who dares to make any changes will be treated harshly. They are soldiers and obey orders. They don't care whether candidates like you will be officials in the future.

There is already a lot of time for the three-day exam, but there are still many candidates who have not been able to hand in complete answer sheets. They do not dare to show how they feel at this time, so they have to endure it.

Ox carts shuttled through the examination room one after another. Illiterate people covered the names of the examination papers before putting them away. Even the manuscripts in the examination room were taken away.

After all the examination papers were collected and escorted away, the examiner announced the candidates to leave. Prince Xia Taohe finally congratulated all the candidates on their success.

When the candidates were announced to leave, the examination room suddenly became noisy. Some people were wailing, some were stamping their feet and beating their chests, some were shaking their heads and sighing, and some were beaming with joy. There were various expressions...

After putting away the Four Treasures of the Study arranged by the imperial examination, Yunjing decided to take them away as a souvenir. He began to read and write at the age of six. After more than ten years and thousands of days and nights, he finally passed the stage of being a "student".

time.

Yun Jing does not intend to be an official. Even if he cannot pass the Jinshi examination, he is still qualified to be an official based on his reputation as a civil servant. But wouldn't it be better to be an idle cloud and a crane? Of course, if something threatens the people or even the country, he will not sit idly by and do nothing.

of.

"In terms of studying alone, now that the imperial examination is over, I suddenly find myself a little confused." Yunjing thought to himself on the way out of the examination room.

The so-called password is just a student career. Putting this aside, there are more important things for him to do.

Many candidates who had finished the exam were discussing the exam. Yunjing did not participate. He was like a passerby, and no one bothered him, but he heard many people saying that they didn't know how 'that one' did in the exam...

When I left the examination room, the sunset was like a fiery sky.

There were too many people gathered outside the examination room. They asked them to find their target students. Some candidates hugged their families and cried to comfort them, while some were happy and smiling.

After half of the candidates left the examination room, almost all of them went to brothels together, some to celebrate, and some to drink away their sorrows.

When I was young and carefree, the whole building was full of red sleeves...

"Master, this way." Song Yan had been waiting outside the examination room early, waving to Yun Jing from a distance, but there were too many people, and even with his martial arts skills, he couldn't squeeze through.
To be continued...