Listening to those gorgeous words, Gao Zhang had to admit that Master Hunjun really had two skills.
I thought of the scene when Rihunjun and I were swimming side by side in the lake, hoping that I could be the top scorer in high school.
Gao Zhang really wanted to lie down on the desk and sleep until the imperial examination was over.
After all, it was not like Gao Zhang had never inquired about the things that were tested in the palace examination, but after hearing about the relevant palace examination questions, he almost went crazy.
The kings in the early Northern Song Dynasty were all serious people after all, and the questions they asked were also serious.
But after his master, the faint king, came to the throne, the questions in the palace examination were directly unrestrained, which simply exceeded the limits of Gao Zhang's human mind.
Sometimes the questions are poems and poems quoting scriptures, sometimes they are essays, but sometimes, Taoist scriptures are used as exam questions.
I even heard from my own father, Gao Qiu, that Hunjun once presided over the palace examination for painting.
Gao Zhang finally understood why the Song Dynasty collapsed so violently. It was basically caused by this versatile and foolish emperor who loved to show off his talents.
After listening to those exciting anecdotes about the imperial examination, Gao Zhang really didn't know what to do except show off.
But now, listening to what Wu Zhizhong read there, the more I listened, I felt something was wrong.
Well, although the content read by Wu Shangshu is a bit long, the summary is that when writing a poem about youth and country, the content must be positive and uplifting. This is the test question of Jinke Palace.
Wu Zhizhong, who was above, finished reading the question and handed the official handwritten note to an examiner beside him.
At this time, a dozen eunuchs came down the steps together, pasted the questions they copied on the wooden board, and showed them to the candidates.
"Shang Shu, look..." At this moment, Wu Zhizhong heard Chen Shilang's low reminder.
Subconsciously looking in the direction Chen Shilang was pointing, he saw Gao Zhang sitting in front of the desk in a daze with an expression of shock and disbelief.
"Boy, what's going on?"
Wu Shangshu was immediately confused. What's going on with this prodigy of the Gao family? Why does he look like he's seen a ghost after hearing this question in the imperial examination?
After Chen Shilang received Wu Shangshu's secret instruction, he staggered down the steps, started walking, and came to a stop in front of Gao Zhang.
Finally, Gao Zhang, who seemed to have seen a lump of gold falling out of the world, woke up.
As the examiner, Chen Shilang naturally did not dare to say anything and just nodded slightly.
"Do the questions well and do them carefully."
After saying this, he wandered away to the side.
Gao Zhang smacked his mouth and rubbed his pink and tender face hard.
Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, I and Master Hunjun both had dreams of becoming the number one scholar before, which was already quite bizarre.
But now, the sudden appearance of Master Hunjun and his unconventional and unconventional actions suddenly gave Gao Zhang the ecstasy of having his dream come true.
It was as if I saw the car of destiny suddenly appear, then accelerate and hit the accelerator. The heavy tires ran over his face hard, leaving two ruts.
In his eyes that were filled with stars, he seemed to see God smiling evilly at him while holding a dry pipe, and then drifted away with a dash of his tail.
Such practical actions proved that he is also on my side.
Hmm... maybe it was during this period that my parents went to the ancestral hall every day to get smoked smoke. The ancestors of the Gao family finally smoked a bright future for themselves.
"Youth and Country", and it's actually a gift, haha... This isn't a sub-question, is it still a proposition?
Many tributes were still frowning and thinking hard. Some of them had specially prepared wonderful poems, but found that the poems were not on the right topic, so they could only curse silently.
Or maybe they are beating their heads, hoping to be a wake-up call to gain inspiration.
Gao Zhang, on the other hand, had already begun to write, and with great solemnity he put pen to paper on Xuan Bai: Young Chinese Fu.
Gao Zhang knew very well how brilliantly Liang Dada, the great educator of later generations, wrote the whole story, but this was the Song Dynasty.
I certainly wouldn't dare to copy the entire article, so I can only excerpt a part of it that is suitable for the moment.
With the ever-famous Liang Dada as the basis for "Young China".
As long as my master, who is versatile and has great literary appreciation, doesn't overheat and freeze, he will definitely appreciate this kind of peerless writing.
Then he picked up his pen with a cheerful face and selected himself as the number one candidate. After that, I will definitely be proud of myself in this life, and fly all the way in my official career.
Maybe someone will jump out and say that this is not a gift. Haha, please, fu is itself a style of prose.
It pays attention to literary grace and rhythm, and has the qualities of poetry and prose.
It is characterized by "the collection of prose and the use of objects to describe one's aspirations", focusing on describing scenes and expressing emotions through scenes.
Therefore, there is nothing wrong with putting this excellent article here.
Chen Shilang had just taken a stroll and was about to come back when he heard a burst of creepy laughter.
When he looked up, he saw the child prodigy Xiao Gao, whom he and Wu Shangshu were very fond of, raising his pen with a look on his face.
"...No way? No? Can't you?"
Chen Shilang had three thoughts in his mind, subconsciously looking left and right.
All the tributes around him were still frowning and thinking hard, trying hard to formulate ideas and consider the words.
Look at the rumored Cai Laoliu, the Qilin son of the Cai family not far away. He is looking at the test board held by the eunuch with a confused look on his face. It is obvious that he has not yet understood the question.
And this Xiao Gao, obviously already confident, began to put pen to paper.
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Chen Shilang couldn't restrain his curiosity, so he quietly moved to Gao Zhang's desk.
I saw his beautiful calligraphy that is always pleasing to the eye. This move alone can give people a lot of favorability points towards him.
"Young Chinese Fu...ah this..."
Looking at the title that Gao Zhang wrote on the paper, Chen Shilang couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in his heart.
When his eyes moved down and saw the content that Gao Zhang was writing furiously at this moment, Chen Shilang froze in place and his eyes suddenly widened.
The words written by Gao Zhang's thin golden body with exposed muscles and bones seemed extra thin and majestic at this moment, with a sharp edge, a kind of sword sharpened from the sharp edge.
"If you want to talk about the old and young of the country, please first talk about the old and young of the people. Old people always think about the past, young people always think about the future.
Thinking only about the past creates nostalgia; thinking only about the future creates hope. It’s just nostalgia, so it’s conservative; it’s just hope, so it’s aggressive.
It’s just about preserving, so it stays the same forever; it’s about making progress, so it’s new every day…”
It only took a few words, but it really sounded like a bell in the Dusk City, deep in Chen Shilang's heart and soul.
Wu Shangshu was standing on the steps, looking around the entire square, looking at the tributes who were thinking hard and had not yet written.
At this time, footsteps came from behind. Wu Shangshu turned his head, but Yang Jian, a close confidant of the official family, had already arrived beside him.
After smiling at himself, he looked down. Naturally, he had been ordered by the official family to check on the official's beloved disciple, Xiao Gao.
"Wu Shangshu, where is Gao Shengyuan?"
