Zhao Mengguan was already in deep despair. In this round, he could only hope to win third place. He had to pray that Zhao Mengqi was just empty-handed and that the last couplet was not his original work.
And Zhao Mengqi looked at Zhao Mengqi, thoughtfully, the clan of the Song Dynasty seemed to be much better than those of other dynasties, or it could be said that the Zhao family was born to be literati.
Then, it was the Hanlin attendant's turn to read the paper again, "Zhao Mengguan's paper, Ci, Yu Jia Ao,
The color of the boat is dark when the desire is heavy, and the green forests of the Yangtze River and Huaipu are moist.
The Wei trees are slightly yellow, the fruits are falling, the mountains are graceful, and the sky is clearing away the remaining heat.
As soon as the beautiful stone is gone, the red color is heavy, and the dream of the king of Jing is warmed by the chanting.
Riding on the moon to watch the pavilion peak and whispering at night, clear and filthy, gathering the remaining clouds of Yanpu. "
Some people among the officials nodded in approval of this poem. Although it was not eye-catching, it made sense.
Uncle Xie Fang said in a calm tone, "This fisherman's pride is pretty good and has a good artistic conception. It's just that it's a bit more craftsmanship and needs more understanding of the world. But you're still young, so don't be anxious. Just work hard slowly."
Zhao Mengguan had already anticipated this result, and gave him a rating of 'medium', 'above', 'medium', and it was Dong Huai who gave him the highest rating.
Now there was only the last paper left. The Imperial Examiner looked down and found that it was still folded, so he opened it and started browsing.
Immediately, he was filled with shock and stood still for a long time.
When the ministers saw this strange situation, they all began to speculate.
"What happened to Liu Shidu? Could it be that Prince Zhong drew a talisman on it?"
"Well, maybe it's a ghost-drawn talisman, and Old Liu can't identify it for a while."
"Perhaps King Zhong has some amazing masterpiece."
"Haha, a world-shaking masterpiece can be written so easily and still be called a world-shaking masterpiece?"
"That's right, the two people in front are already amazing and stunning. How can the clan be so evil?"
"Besides, Prince Zhong was a fool not long ago. I don't believe he can write good poems. This is not as good as calligraphy, which can be practiced to death. It requires agility."
"Ahem! Shidu." Uncle Xie Fang was very curious when he saw Liu Shidu being so rude, but he didn't forget what he should do, "Read the paper."
Only then did Liu Shidu wake up from the shock, and with a trembling voice, he said, "Forgive me, forgive me, I will read it here, ahem, Zhao Mengqi's volume, Ci, Linjiang Immortal,
the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero.
Right and wrong, success or failure turn around in vain.
Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.
Happy reunion over a pot of wine.
Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter. "
"This!?" Uncle Xie Fang immediately grabbed the paper from Liu Shidu's hand with agility that he should not have at that age, held it in his hand and read it carefully.
Many of the ministers unconsciously murmured the poem they just heard. In just a moment, the entire hall seemed to be on fire.
"excellent!"
"This word! It will definitely be passed down through the ages!"
"Wow! In just a few words, it seems that I can tell all my life's gains and losses!"
"It's all a joke... When I heard this sentence, I felt like I was enlightened!"
"Not inferior to Dongpo! This word is not inferior to Dongpo!"
"It is a great honor to witness the birth of an eternal term!"
"Hahaha! Did you see that, this is my son! Who among you can write such a poem!? In the future, who will dare to call him stupid!? Hahaha"
This unbridled laugh, arrogant show off, and elated catharsis belonged to Zhao Guan's family. Only now did he realize that his son's success could actually bring him such a huge sense of accomplishment.
Uncle Xie Fang wished he could carve every word on the paper into his heart. He couldn't help himself for a long time. If Zhao Guanjia's laughter hadn't been too harsh, he wouldn't have been able to wake up.
"This word is comparable to the poet's 'The boundless falling trees rustle, and the endless Yangtze River rolls', and it is not inferior to Su Gong's 'The great river goes eastward, and the waves are exhausted, and the romantic figures of the ages' are not qualified." Comment. Moreover, of all the gentlemen present, I’m afraid no one is qualified. As for the rating, that is an insult to the word!”
What Uncle Xie Fang said was a bit extreme, but all the ministers believed it.
This is the kind of literati who, no matter how scheming and deceitful he is, never loses his due awe when faced with a truly handed down work.
But voting still has to be carried out, after all, the other four still need to be ranked.
However, Cheng Yuanfeng, the minister of the Ministry of Industry and the Privy Council member who also signed the letter, thought about it and said, "There is no doubt that the loyal king will be the first in this round, so just don't participate in the voting."
"Well, what Shen Fu said makes sense, so let's only have four people participating in the voting." Uncle Xie Fang went around and saw that no one objected, so he agreed to the proposal.
While everyone was focusing on voting, Uncle Xie Fang quietly carefully folded Prince Zhong's paper and put it into his sleeve pocket.
The voting results are out.
Zhao Mengqi, no vote, first.
Zhao Heyun, 24 votes, second.
Zhao Mengqi, 24 votes, tied two.
Zhao Mengguan, fourth with 19 votes.
Zhao Mengxi, third vote, fifth.
Seeing such voting results, Zhao Mengqi had to admire some ministers who still gave their votes to Zhao Mengguan like this, and secretly wrote down the names of these people in his heart.
Then the results of the first five rounds were tallied, Zhao Mengqi was ten, Zhao Mengguan was thirteen, Zhao Heyun was fourteen, Zhao Menghao was fourteen, and Zhao Mengxi was twenty-one.
In fact, at this point, Zhao Mengxi has been eliminated, and Zhao Heyun and Zhao Mengqi have the same ranking. The best result may be even with Zhao Mengqi, and there is still some chance.
However, Zhao Mengxi still has to continue to the next round, otherwise one person missing from the ranking will affect the ranking addition.
With the last round left, Ye Mengding stood up and said, "The six arts taught in Zhou Dynasty are accomplished in practice. Scholars and officials have always done what they have always done. ... Love comes from the river map, the secrets of Kaifa in Luoshu, the Eight Diagrams and the Nine Domains are intricate, As for the use of Dayan and Huangji, changes in human affairs are inevitable, and the feelings of ghosts and gods cannot be hidden."
"The last skill, 'numerology', includes rational number, qi number, and arithmetic. Today we take arithmetic. Three questions are asked and the calculations are done immediately. The correct and incorrect answers will be clear at a glance. The time limit is two-quarters of an hour. Papers will be handed out."
Oh, does this mean the math test?
Zhao Mengqi's eyes moved. After all, he had received nine years of compulsory education, so there would be no problem in counting.
When he got the paper, he read the first question first, "Crossing the river by boat, there are nine boats in total. The big boat is full of seven, and the small boat is full of three. Forty-three soldiers, the boat is full of boats, and there are several boats of different sizes."
Zhao Mengqi couldn't help but smile. It was indeed simple. It was just a linear equation of one variable. It could be made by elementary school students in future generations.
Assume that the big ship is
The next question is, "There is a foyer today. I don't know how wide the door is. I hold a long pole horizontally when I go back to the room to see that the door is six feet narrow. Then I put the pole across and it is undoubtedly three feet long. The two corners are diagonally aligned. I want to ask you three questions. How many colors are there?”
This means that if you don’t know the length and width of the door, you use a bamboo pole with an unknown total length to measure it. The result is that the bamboo pole is six feet longer than the width and three feet longer than the height. However, when you measure diagonally, the diagonal angle is just right. What are the length and width of the door and the length of the bamboo pole?
This is a little more complicated. You just need to use the Pythagorean theorem to formulate an equation, because the length and width of the bamboo pole are exactly a right triangle.
Assume that the door width is It is a quadratic equation of one variable, and there are just a few more steps to solve it.
The last question is, "Sixteen thousand six hundred short bamboo poles. In the future, the pen tips will be installed and three sets of five will be determined. How many can the county complete?"
It has been upgraded and turned into a linear equation of two variables, which is still within Zhao Mengqi's mathematical level.
The number of short bamboos used to make the pen barrel is X, and the number of short bamboos used to make the pen cover is Y. List two equations, It's actually easier than the second question.
The three questions took less than three minutes in total. Zhao Mengqi solved them, then returned to his old ways, looking up and looking around.
He saw that Zhao Mengxi was scratching his head while looking at the paper, as if he didn't know how to start.
Zhao Heyun was calm and composed, crouching down and writing and drawing on the paper. It seemed that he had some research on arithmetic.
Zhao Mengqi and Zhao Mengguan both had sad faces. They painted a few strokes and then stopped, as if they had encountered an obstacle.
