Wu Zhizhong raised his arm slightly and pointed forward. "He is right in front of Mr. Chen."
Yang Jian nodded suddenly and decided to wait until Chen Shilang wandered away before observing. This wait, it took a long time to make a cup of tea.
At this time, not only Yang Jian, but also Wu Zhizhong also sensed something was wrong.
What kind of tricks was Shilang Chen doing? He stood there as motionless as a piece of wood. Didn't he know that this was the palace examination site?
Wu Zhizhong frowned and coughed hard.
Only then did Chen Shilang tremble, then turn his head, lift up his front and walk quickly.
"what happened?"
Wu Zhizhong glanced at Yang Jian beside him, and lowered his voice to ask Chen Shilang who was approaching.
Chen Shilang took a deep breath and smiled at Yang Jian, who was already approaching, hesitating whether he should say anything or not.
"Our family followed the official's instructions and would like to ask Gao Shengyuan how the palace examination went?"
Yang Jian quickly revealed his purpose of coming and expressed that our family and the official family are of the same mind as you two loyal ministers of the Song Dynasty.
"Tell me, what happened to him?"
Wu Zhizhong nodded to Chen Shilang and felt that Chen Shilang's performance at this moment was a bit unusual. Could it be that little Gao Zhang was going to shine again?
Chen Shilang exhaled and said solemnly to the two people in front of him with a solemn look on his face.
"Gao Shengyuan's Young Chinese Poetry really made the official break out in a cold sweat."
"Young Chinese Poems? Young People and China?..."
Yang Jian looked confused, even though he had been waiting on Guan Jia since he was a prince.
Under the influence of his ears and eyes, he finally had a certain talent and skills, but at this moment, he looked confused.
The young man knew it, but what the hell was China?
After hearing the eunuch's question, the two senior officials from the Ministry of Rites, who were well-read in poetry and books, came to the meeting.
They all glanced at this rough creature with disdain and disgust.
"Zhongguan Yang must not know that since ancient times, the dynasty at the center of heaven and earth can be named after China..."
Considering that this person was a confidant of the official family, Chen Shilang reluctantly explained, then whispered something into Wu Zhizhong's ear.
"This gift will have no rival in this field."
Wu Zhizhong had known Chen Shilang for a long time, and they had a tacit understanding of each other in the Ministry of Etiquette, so he knew his subordinate's appreciation ability very well.
Could it be that that kid Gao Zhang not only had the talent to manage the world and benefit the people, but also his talent in poetry was equally astonishing?
Wu Shangshu, who was full of questions and expectations, walked down the steps quickly, and Yang Jian was about to keep up, but was stopped by Chen Shilang with his hand.
"Zhongguan Yang, please stay. Don't make all the candidates suspicious."
"..." Yang Jian couldn't help but darken his face. You can go and see it, but we can't.
What, are you bullying our family?
But when he thought of the officials' instructions and explanations, Yang Jian could only stay where he was with a dark face.
"Forget it, let's ask Mr. Chen to have a good talk with our family about the situation of Gao Shengyuan's palace examination."
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As an outstanding art student who inherits and promotes the traditional culture and art of the Chinese nation, Gao Zhang has really worked hard on his calligraphy.
And when practicing calligraphy, you can never copy novels, whether they are serious or not.
Gao Zhang felt very uncomfortable and always felt awkward.
But if it is used to copy those treasures of Chinese national literature and art, poems and songs, it will definitely make him write very happily.
I always feel that calligraphy is such a perfect match and fit with these famous works that have been immortalized for generations.
Moreover, as an excellent calligrapher, he can also bring his own emotions into his writing based on the poems and songs he has copied.
Instead of copying in a rigid and step-by-step manner, that kind of writing without emotional involvement is not called calligraphy, it can only be called copying.
At this moment, Gao Zhang was already immersed in the world where he displayed his artistic talent in calligraphy.
The passionate and high-spirited emotions are also concentrated in the writing, and the energetic and sharp-edged youthful spirit appears on the page.
At some point, his vision went dark. Gao Zhang raised his head in confusion and saw Wu Zhizhong, the boss of the Ministry of Etiquette, standing in front of him.
He stared straight at his calligraphy work of art, as if he had just touched a switch.
As a very polite child, Gao Zhang could only show a friendly smile and remind the other party not to continue to stand in front of him stupidly.
"...You seem to be blocking the light."
Wu Shangshu finally woke up from the shock, saw Gao Zhang's innocent and innocent face, and squeezed out a kind smile.
"Oh, um, okay, okay, keep going, write well, write seriously, don't be impatient."
Gao Zhang nodded honestly and watched Wu Shangshu leave in three steps.
After looking down at his results, Gao Zhang put down his writing and rubbed his sore wrist.
The success of the king and the defeat of the bandits depends on the present day. This is already the famous article that Gao Zhang feels is most relevant.
After picking up the kettle next to him and taking a sip of cold water, Gao Zhang looked around and saw Cai Laoliu not far from him.
At this moment, the Qilinzi of the Cai family frowned, holding a pen in one hand and scratching his head with the other.
The flying dandruff made the faces of several tributes around him look dark.
But who knows, this guy is the biological son of the traitorous prime minister of the Song Dynasty, no matter how dissatisfied he is.
These tributes did not dare to curse openly, so they could only mutter in a low voice and greet Cai Laoliu's female relatives one by one.
Seeing this scene, Gao Zhang curled his lips and almost burst into laughter. With such a phoenix chick on his back, he would definitely not panic.
If Cai Laoliu, who often encountered domestic violence, dared to hand in a blank test, he might be hung up on a tree by his own father after the palace examination, and he would be whipped until he screamed.
After relaxing for a while, Gao Zhang once again picked up his pen, splashed ink, and expressed his thoughts directly.
Wu Shangshu, who was patrolling in the distance, never left Gao Zhang's side out of the corner of his eye.
The shock in my heart was like a turbulent wave, with unsteady waves.
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Yang Jian quietly entered the Jiying Hall, shrouded in the sight of the officials, and bypassed the officials waiting in the hall.
Quietly he came close to the official Zhao Ji who was sitting behind the imperial court.
"How?" Zhao Ji, who was already a little impatient with waiting, immediately spoke.
"In the official family, my servants listen to Chen Shilang's words. Young Master Gao seems to have another great work coming out."
"Really?" After hearing Yang Jian's words, Zhao Ji almost wanted to stand up.
Fortunately, he controlled his body in time, maintained the dignity of the Song Dynasty official family, and communicated with Yang Jian in a low voice that could not be heard by the courtiers below.
“...just think about the past, everything is as it has been, so I just know that it is the same;
Just thinking about the future, everything is unprecedented, so I always dare to make exceptions..."
Zhao Ji, an official, carefully read the words in Gao Zhang's article relayed by Yang Jian.
His eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and he was so excited that he wanted to stand up and look up to the sky and scream.
The revolutionary ambitions of the Song Dynasty were finally succeeded by someone, no, there was finally a young prodigy who shocked the world.
The future pillar of the Song Dynasty, Xiao Gao is truly worthy of being my beloved disciple and my disciple.
