When the young man was still living in the inn, the young lady went out to look for all kinds of delicious food in different ways every day, and he was able to get a lot of light and have a bite.
But now the young man is going to take the exam, which lasts for several days. The young lady stays in the inn all day without even taking her out, so he can't follow her to eat good food.
After thinking about it, Xun Yuanbai asked Jiang Michia to discuss, "Little madam, it's a very nice day. Why don't we go for a walk? Maybe we can see something interesting?"
Maybe you can also come across something delicious.
"Actually, I'm not interested. If Master Xun wants to go, he can go first." Jiang Michia was in a trance.
"Hey, that's not right. I saw that when Mr. Young Master called you to go, you were in high spirits and looked at everything with curiosity. Why are you no longer interested now?"
"Master Xun said that it was Jing Yun who called me, but now it's not Jing Yun who calls me, so naturally I'm not interested anymore."
Jiang Michia waved his hand, "Master Xun, go on your own. If there are any good things, bring a copy back for me. It will also open my eyes."
Xun Yuanbai, "..."
Why are we being treated differently?
Damn it.
Is he so redundant?
Really angry!
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In the Gongyuan, candidates answer questions for the exam.
There is no other noisy sound, only the tiny sounds of candidates grinding, turning paper, and writing.
This is considered the first exam. I will try one article on "The Analects of Confucius", one article on "The Doctrine of the Mean", one article on "Mencius", one five-character poem with eight rhymes, and four poems with classic meanings.
It only takes three days to answer these questions. If you have a plan in mind, review the questions, write a draft and then copy them, it will not take more than two days. But if you have to think hard about these questions, I am afraid that by the end of the exam, you will not even answer the questions. Not finished.
Song Jingyun obviously belongs to the type of person who is confident. After thinking for a while, he started to answer on the paper.
In order to keep his handwriting correct, Song Jingyun wrote slowly and slowly, but because of the spring of literary thoughts in his heart, his writing speed was not too slow.
On the second day, Song Jingyun was still immersed in writing.
In the dormitory diagonally opposite, there was an examinee named Zhang Zhenghao. His face was full of sorrow at this time, and there were several crumpled papers piled on the bookcase.
These questions didn't seem difficult just by looking at them. If I were to write them, I would feel that I had something in my mind that I could write about. However, after I actually started writing them, I felt unsatisfactory in every way. After that, I couldn't even write an extra sentence.
While he was feeling worried and hesitant, a drop of ink from the brush in his hand fell on the paper.
The ink stains smeared on the paper, and the black and white contrasted sharply, making people more and more irritated.
Zhang Zhenghao crumpled the paper into a ball again, and even gave it two fistfuls. First update@
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Zhenghao raised his eyes and looked around to see what state the others were in.
When I saw that many people had bad expressions and stopped writing, I felt a little relieved. But when I saw Song Jingyun diagonally opposite, writing furiously, I gritted my teeth.
Others are just like him, but if someone is much better than them, that's really abominable.
Moreover, it was already the second day of the exam. If the other party was still so full of literary thoughts and immersed himself in writing, he must be determined to win.
As for himself, he had not answered any of the test questions at this time. This autumn, he basically had no chance.
It's okay if he doesn't pass the exam. Others stand out, but he has to lose his reputation. This feeling is even more sad than if he fails the exam alone.
Zhang Zhenghao gritted his teeth and looked at Song Jingyun with more and more hatred.
His eyes rolled around twice, and then he looked at the cool breeze blowing in the west. Zhang Zhenghao suddenly came up with an idea. He just randomly wrote many passages from the Four Books and Five Classics on the crumpled paper, and then wrote It is torn into small pieces of paper one inch square, and then rolled into small paper balls as big as the belly of your thumb. .
Chapter 202 Holding a grudge
