Seeing the official Zhao Ji's excited and uncontrollable expression, Yang Jian felt as sad as a lemon.
But he still had to work hard to play the role of flatterer, and whispered to the official Zhao Ji.
"Guan Jia, this article sounds very good, but why is it called Young China Fu when I read it? This China..."
"You have followed me for many years in vain. You don't even know what China is."
Zhao Ji glanced at Yang Jian, but he was in a good mood, so it would be a good idea to explain it to his confidant Jin Huan.
"The word "Chinese" means the dynasty in heaven and earth. Outside China, it is called the "Si Yi". As the saying goes, 'the emperor has a way and will guard the four barbarians'..."
After the erudite and talented official Zhao Ji showed off to Yang Jian proudly, he stroked his short beard and said very pleased.
"The fact that Xiao Gao ranked higher than China on the answer sheet is enough to prove that this kid also knows what China is..."
Zhao Ji knew clearly that during the Han and Tang Dynasties, the terms China and Huaxia all referred to the powerful dynasties that were based in the Central Plains at that time.
However, since the founding of the Song Dynasty, there have been accumulated shortcomings for hundreds of years. Several generations of emperors have all been determined to forge ahead, restoring the old views of the Han and Tang Dynasties, hoping that the Song Dynasty can become a veritable central empire.
However, despite the twists and turns of fate, it has still not been possible to pacify Xixia and restore the Hetao. As for the land of Youyan, it is firmly controlled by the Liao Kingdom.
If other tribute scholars wrote a poem with this title, the title would most likely be Young Song Dynasty Fu.
Although Xiao Gao is a bit childish, he insists on using "Young Chinese Ode" as the title.
From the official Zhao Ji's perspective, this is clearly what Xiao Gao wants.
Otherwise, why when he was taking the provincial examination, both of his policy papers were filled with a strong spirit of enterprising and reform.
And in his "Ode to Young China", he also has a strong fighting spirit to work hard.
It is not only self-encouragement, but also inspiring the spirit of the scribes of the Song Dynasty.
"This kid really didn't disappoint me. I can't wait to see it."
Seeing the official's high-spirited appearance, Yang Jian touched his nose and stood aside silently.
He finally understood why Gao Zhang, the young prodigy, was so beloved by the accomplished officials.
Even the favor is given to his confidant and close official. It is precisely because of this boy's seemingly inadvertent actions that scratch the official's heart.
Zhao Ji's conjecture that Gao Zhang put down his pen on paper was from China rather than the Song Dynasty. This really coincides with Gao Zhang's conjecture.
In Gao Zhang's view, the Song Dynasty had been weak for a long time. Whether it faced the Liao Kingdom or small countries such as Xixia, the Song Dynasty was invincible and could not win a victory to determine its country. What a weakling.
Therefore, I really don't want to use the name "Young Song Dynasty Fu", and would rather use the name "Chinese" in the hope that it can offend Master Hunjun.
After all, when Zhao Ji was young and strong and his mind was clear, he still remembered that he had to inherit the responsibilities of his father and brother.
Work hard to make the Song Dynasty strong, regain the nineteen states of Youyan, and pacify Xixia. In order to allow the Song Dynasty to restore the old views of the Han and Tang Dynasties.
At that time, we should be able to proudly call ourselves China, and the surrounding countries can also be called foreign countries.
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Time passed bit by bit, and Cai Laoliu stared blankly at the question in front of him, his mind completely filled with confusion.
Between the boy and the country, what should I do? Why do I, a talented Cai family unicorn like me, find it difficult to start?
Shouldn't it be that as soon as I see the title, my thoughts will spring up and I will write a thousand words?
Look at Senior Brother Gao not far away, he is writing vigorously there.
The tributes around him either frowned or sighed, but at any rate, everyone had already begun to write.
Cai Laoliu tried his best to carefully recall the poems that his father had repeatedly instilled in him. It was the last resort left to him by his father.
But the problem is that the more anxious Cai Laoliu is, the more anxious he is, the less he can remember.
What should I do? Looking at the blank rice paper, Cai Laoliu gritted his teeth and raised his eyelids.
Then I saw a eunuch wandering over here holding a sign with exam questions written on it.
"Stop, don't move, stand in front of me."
Cai Laoliu's eyes suddenly lit up. No matter what else, at least he couldn't make the paper in front of him as white as new.
Get rid of the curse of Cai Jing, his father who talks about not having any virtue, and complains about the possibility of handing in a blank test.
Copy the topic on paper first, and then slowly find inspiration yourself.
The young eunuch stood in front of the son of Prime Minister Cai, holding a sign with a confused look on his face, and saw that the other party was writing furiously.
I always felt that something was wrong, so I couldn't help but whisper a reminder.
"Gongshi, this is a question, not an answer."
Hearing these words, Cai Laoliu, who was aloof, unruly and outstanding, raised his chin and spoke coldly to the young eunuch with his nostrils.
"Why, Mr. Cai still needs you to teach me how to do things?"
"..." The little eunuch felt completely relaxed. What kind of brain is this horse riding? We are just reminding you, this stupid fat boy.
In the end, you are such a bitch that you still show off to our family? Haha...who do you think you are? Can the palace control our eunuch?
The extremely frustrated little eunuch raised his orchid finger, pointed at the fat little fat man for a long time, then turned around and left while holding the sign.
"???" Cai Laoliu had just finished writing a paragraph and looked up. The title sign and the little eunuch were gone.
"Hey, hey, come back, I haven't finished copying yet, hey..."
Cai Laoliu's extremely angry shouts immediately stunned the surrounding tributes.
Is this guy crazy? What does he want to do? What are you copying? The answer?
Wu Shangshu, who happened to be on inspection, was furious, pointed his sword at Cai Laoliu, the son of the treacherous prime minister, and yelled.
"Who is making such a loud noise? Shut up immediately. Anyone who dares to break the rules during the palace examination will be expelled from the palace immediately and his status as a tribute will be revoked."
Cai Laoliu frowned unhappily and was about to frown when he saw countless eyes falling on him.
Even the ruthless Gao Zhang looked at himself with a strange and even expectant expression.
It was as if he was urging himself to have a fight with the examiner.
Haha... I'm not stupid, don't even think about it.
Cai Laoliu, who was so blessed that his soul was filled with happiness, snorted in frustration and retreated behind the desk. He looked at the paper with only half of the title written on it. He was so angry...
Wu Shangshu, who walked up to Cai Laoliu, looked at this silly and cute Qilinzi of the Cai family with a fierce look in his eyes.
If his father hadn't been Cai Jing, I would have snatched him up and thrown him out of the palace right now.
With a glance, the fierce light in Wu Shangshu's eyes instantly froze, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief. What the hell is written about riding a horse?
On the rice paper, within just a few strokes, there were ink smudges in three places.
But that's not the point. The point is that this is not Cai Laoliu's work, but the title...
