"This ......," Wu Chunlai complained. scolded Lin Jue in his heart. This kid died a big death, obviously he didn't write a few words, and it might even be a blank scroll, but he dared to speak out. I had already thought of an idea, and I planned to write an answer sheet and mix it into the answer sheet to make Lin Jue have to go to high school. But now the emperor wants to read Lin Jue's answer sheet, so everything is in vain. The answer sheet can't be replaced, and the thing can't be done. Besides, what he said was so harsh, if the emperor saw the paper that Lin Jue didn't answer much, he would definitely be angry and punished.

"Your Majesty, this ...... It's not in accordance with the rules. The big exam has not yet ended, how can the candidates' answer sheets be revealed? You need to be transcribed before you can ......" Wu Chunlai made the last struggle, hoping to pass this hurdle.

"Can't I even see it?" Guo Chong frowned.

When Wu Chunlai groaned, he felt that his sleeve was pulled twice, and it was Lu Zhongtian reminding himself not to mess around. Wu Chunlai said in his heart: Lu Xiang, how do you know my hardships, I am thinking about our eyeliner in the future. Hey, that's it, it looks like he has to abandon this bastard, he brought it on himself. When the saint is angry, I have to add fuel and vinegar to let this kid suffer a greater punishment, and I have had enough of him.

A deputy examiner rushed away, and soon took Lin Jue's answer sheet and handed it in. Everyone automatically avoided suspicion and didn't look at the answer sheet, only letting Guo Chong stand in the middle with the answer sheet and look at it. Guo Chong's brows were originally furrowed, but not long after looking at the answer sheet, he let out an oh sound from his mouth, and suddenly opened his mouth in a daze and stopped making a sound.

"Hey, it's really over, the emperor must be angry." Wu Chunlai thought in his heart, and shouted: "Your Majesty, this guy is a crazy student, dare to say big things in front of the emperor, and you must not spare him again." Punish him. He deceived the emperor, this is a great crime of defrauding the king, and he should be severely punished. ”

"Bully?" Guo Chong frowned, looked up at Wu Chunlai in surprise, and said, "How can you come to the crime of bullying the king?" ”

Wu Chunlai scratched his head and said, "Isn't it...... He was not ashamed to say that it was easy to answer the question, but in fact, the answer was a mess? ”

Guo Chong suddenly laughed, shook his head and said, "Did I say that his answer was terrible?" Where do you think of it, I was surprised that I had nothing to say. Sure enough, he is crazy and has his own reason for being crazy, and I was amazed when I read this answer sheet. I don't need to look at other exam papers, I think Lin Jue should be the first in this subject. I don't believe you, you all look at this answering article. I can't believe he could write such an article. ”

"What!" The ministers were all stunned.

It was unnecessary to pass them on one by one, and everyone unanimously decided to hand over Lin Jue's answer sheet to Yuan Xiandao, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, to read and evaluate. Yuan Xiandao is one of the world's literary giants, and his reputation for poetry and literary attainments is still above Fang Dunru.

In fact, Yuan Xiandao already knew Lin Jue's literary talent, and he attended the two Oiran competitions, and the first time Lin Jue's first turmoil made him breathtaking. The second time Lin Jue's water tune song, the first song let Yuan Xiandao know what a genius is. When Lin Jue appeared, he also recognized Lin Jue. It's just that Yuan Xiandao doesn't intend to admit that he knows Lin Jue. After all, he is a master in the literary world, and no matter how good the poetry and writing of the junior boy is, Lin Jue should take the initiative to show his goodwill. But Lin Jue didn't recognize him at all.

After getting Lin Jue's answer sheet, Yuan Xiandao first went to see the lyrics. Because in his opinion, Lin Jue is good at lyrics, and the emperor must have been amazed by his lyrics, so he said the exaggerated words of the right talent.

"The flowers fade and the red green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds. The willows on the branches blow very little. There is no grass at the end of the world! Swing inside the wall, outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people laugh inside the wall. The laughter faded into silence. Amorous but ruthlessly annoyed. Yuan Xiandao recited.

"Oh, it's really good, this butterfly love flower is written with a lot of emotion, the artistic conception is hazy, and the aftertaste is endless. Sure enough, it's a good word. No wonder the emperor praised him. Wonderful, wonderful! The ministers praised one after another.

Yuan Xiandao frowned and said, "This poem is really good, but ...... It's not a great word. In my Great Zhou literary circle, such a word can only be regarded as a middle and upper grade, but it cannot be regarded as a superb word. Your Majesty, Lin Jue's lyrics are not even as good as the lyrics of his "Fortune Operator" in Qiuqiu. That poem was read by the minister, and that was a masterpiece, and his song was ordinary. ”

Yuan Xiandao didn't rely on the old to sell the old, he was telling the truth. Because he had too high expectations for Lin Jue's lyrics, the more disappointed he was now. Although this poem is fresh and graceful, it is also a good work, but it would be too exaggerated to say that the champion should be judged based on this word.

Guo Chong smiled and said, "Master Yuan is very strict. I only read the divination operator you said last night. Is it 'the lack of the moon to hang the dredging tree, the leakage of the initial quiet. Who sees a lonely person coming and going, ethereal and lonely. Shocked but turned back, there was hatred and no one to think. Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to perch, and the lonely sandbar is cold. ’。 I don't think I'm going to have a bad memory. ”

"The emperor has a good memory, the emperor actually memorized this poem. It's this one. What does the emperor think is better or worse in these two songs? Yuan Xiandao said with a white beard.

Guo Chong smiled and said: "I'm not here to taste the words, you read the next two articles, and then talk about it." When I say that he can be the champion, I don't mean this word of his. ”

"Oh?" Guo Chong's words aroused everyone's appetite, Yuan Xiandao hurriedly flipped to the answer sheet at the back, and then he saw the sprinkling "Red Cliff Fu".

"In the autumn of Renxu, July is looking forward, and Yu and the guests are boating under the red cliffs. The breeze is coming, and the water is not rippling. Raise the wine to belong to the guest, recite the poem of the bright moon, and sing the chapter of the fairy. Shaoyan, the moon rises above the east mountain, hovering among the bullfights. White dew across the river, water and light to the sky. As far as a reed is, Ling Wan is at a loss. The vastness is like Feng Xuan resisting the wind, and I don't know where it stops; fluttering like a legacy of independence, feathering and ascending to immortality. ”

“…… The flag covers the sky, the wine is in the river, the horizontal lance is full of poems, the hero of the solid world is also, and now it is safe? In addition, I and my son fished on the Jiangzhu, and the fish and shrimp were friends with the elk, and they drove a flat boat with a leaf, and raised a bottle to belong to each other. Parasitic mayflies and heaven and earth, a millet in the sea. Mourn the moments of my life, and envy the infinity of the Yangtze River. Fly the fairy to swim, hug the bright moon and end long. I can't know it suddenly, and I will let it sound in the sad wind. ”

“……”

“……”

"The guest smiled happily, and washed the lamp more. The core of the dish is exhausted, and the cups and plates are in disarray. The phase and the pillow are in the boat, and I don't know the whiteness of the East. ”

Yuan Xiandao was still average at the beginning, but the more he read, the more he entered the realm, and he was infected by the majesty of this endowment, the beauty of his words, the majesty of his momentum, and the depth of his feelings. He is a master of the contemporary literary world, not a false name. What kind of poems are good or not, he knows at a glance. But reading such a strange text is the first time in his more than 70 years of years. Therefore, the true temperament of the literati is naturally revealed, and it is inevitable that they will be unable to restrain themselves and sigh. The already oceanic and unbridled piece of Fuwen is read in a subdued and frustrated manner, which is incomparably gorgeous. Until I read 'The phase and the pillow are in the boat, and I don't know the whiteness of the East.' After this last sentence, there were tears in my eyes.

The people present are all important ministers of the court, who is not a person with attainments in poetry and literature, and who has not all experienced from the sea of books and poems. Because in the Great Zhou Dynasty, literary talent is not successful, and you don't even have the opportunity to be an official. And the officialdom of the Great Zhou Dynasty has always been at the peak of the literary style, no matter how busy the work is, it is still necessary to write a few poems and articles, and comment on each other and read them for fun. Maybe the level of poetry creation is high, but the level of appreciation is very high. Poetry and articles are known to be good and bad. After listening to this text, everyone was stunned on the spot, dumbfounded.

This essay is so well written, the good one is indescribable, and it is hard to say. It's hard to imagine that this is actually from the examination room of the young man named Lin Jue in front of him.

There was silence all around, except for the late spring wind blowing through the branches, making the leaves rattle. The shade of the trees swayed, casting a colorful glow on the faces and bodies of a group of officials who stood stunned in place.

"Ladies and gentlemen. How is this article written? Is my words exaggerated? You now understand why I am stunned, I am just like you, I can only sigh and be shocked. Master Yuan, tell me, is this fu well written? Guo Chong said with a smile.

Yuan Xiandao sighed in despair: "Your Majesty, the old man has surrendered." This Lin Jue's poetry and literary talent is the best in the world. At a young age, he was able to write such an essay, and the old minister also admired the five-body throwing to the ground. I am a big Zhou literary bull, this son should be obsessed. Congratulations to the emperor, for this good talent. ”

Guo Chong looked at the people around him again, Lu Zhongtian, Yang Jun, Wu Chunlai and others were full of praise. That's not a compliment, that's a genuine convincing. Lin Jue's "Red Cliff Fu" is indeed wonderful and incomparable.

"In that case, you say that I have appointed him as the first champion, but is there any doubt about it?" Guo Chong asked with a smile.

"The emperor's eyes are like torches, and it is not an exaggeration to say that this son is the first. There should be no one more talented than him. Everyone said.

Yan Zhengsu frowned and said, "Your Majesty, the ministers have objections. ”

Guo Chong was surprised: "Vice Minister Yan has objections? That's amazing. "What Guo Chong means is, isn't this Lin Jue the person you value? Why don't others object, but you are against it.

Yan Zheng said in a solemn and solemn voice: "Your Majesty, the ministers have always advocated that the selection of scholars in the imperial examination should not be purely based on poetry and literary ability, but should be based on the talent of governance. If the ranking can be assessed based on the word endowment alone, then what else is the policy test? The champion of the imperial examination must pay equal attention to literary style and ability, otherwise he is also a nerd and has no contribution to the imperial court. That's what it means. ”

Lu Zhongtian and the others sneered on the side, this Yan Zhengsu was peddling his theory again. After he came to the capital, he said more than once that poetry is not a standard for judging scholars, but for the ability to work hard. This guy likes to be different, and now he's starting to flaunt it again.

Guo Chong nodded and smiled, "I understand what you mean. Do you want to know how well his essays are written? I don't say whether it's good or bad, so I ask Yan Zheng to read this policy, and I'll see if it's good or not. ”

Yuan Xiandao handed the answer sheet to Yan Zhengsu, who opened the answer sheet with an expressionless face, turned to the answer sheet of the policy paper, and read it aloud.