Lu Di stood on the corner tower and secretly observed this scene, and when he saw a person who looked like a young man from the East Gate Wuze was drilling around in the crowd, he turned his head and smiled: "Wuze, that is your eldest son, right?" ”

Dongmen Wuze smiled, but scolded in his mouth: "This unsuccessful thing, I thought that I would be eliminated in the next few levels, but I didn't expect that I didn't even pass this great art, Peony, Lao Tzu has to beat him flat when he goes back." ”

Lu Di smiled and said nothing, and scolded Dongmen Wuze in his heart, if the son of this product was really taken by his own sister, wouldn't he be a generation shorter than this product?

Obviously, this dead fat man wants to take advantage.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people on the field, Zhuang Jiang walked out in a plain dress with a veil on his face.

She smiled at everyone.

Everyone's souls were gone.

"Gentlemen, thank you for your love, and then the second one will be personally written by me" Zhuang Jianggang said that the eye waves flowed, the charming dimples appeared, and the body of the person looking at it seemed to be hollowed out.

Zhuang Jiang saw the expressions of everyone looking at him, his face was blushing, he lowered his head, and everyone was stunned again, I heard that Qihou Lu Di wrote a long and short love poem to Yayu, saying that "the most gentle is the one who bows his head, just like a water lotus flower is not shy, but now it seems that the ninth princess is more beautiful and moving than the shy water lotus, and even has some sacred aura.

At this moment, a gust of autumn wind came, and a faint jasmine fragrance rushed into everyone's nose in the cool wind, and everyone subconsciously inhaled, and then was reluctant to exhale for a long time.

Is this the scent on the Nine Princesses?

Water was already pouring out of the eyes of the people.

While they were thinking wildly, a team of maidservants and palace eunuchs came over with their own things.

After a while, each of the 35 people placed a small desk and a futon for people to kneel on, and on the desk were pens, ink, paper, and inkstones.

"Gentlemen, as the saying goes, you can't write poetry, you can't speak. The first question is to compose a poem in the time of half a pillar of incense with anyone and anything in the apricot altar, of course, the long and short sentences of the rhetoric can also be "Zhuang Jiang's voice tone sounds very comfortable, comfortable to let people lie down with their eyes closed, just listening to her voice is enough."

"Ninth Princess, is there a word limit?" The more Prince Chen Guo listened, the first to stare at Zhuang Jiangdao.

The more afraid the prince is, the more he is afraid of composing poems, but he is afraid of composing long poems, so he asks.

Zhuang Jiang glanced at the prince with a jade Xiao on his waist, and said with a smile: "No, but it can't be plagiarized, and it can be elegant or far-reaching." ”

The more the prince saw Zhuang Jiang smiling at him, his heart fluttered, and as for what Zhuang Jiang said, he didn't know anymore.

Ji Huan, the prince of Yanguo, saw that the prince was looking at his cousin Ninth Princess obsessively, he was jealous, he snorted coldly, then picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, pondered for less than three breaths, and then flew on the paper.

In his first game, he almost finished in the top three every time, and this time, as the poem he is good at, he must take the first place, only in this way can his cousin's eyes shine and know his ability.

When others saw Ji Huan start writing, they also knelt on the futon and began to think about waving their pens.

The autumn breeze is blowing, and on Xingtan Square, everyone kneels in rows and sits in response, answering the scene of writing poems, which is very unique.

Lu Di on the corner tower held on to the carved railing and muttered: "Maybe the future generations would never have thought that the predecessor of the imperial examination would appear in such a way!" ”

Lu Wen didn't know when he came to Lu Di's side, Lu Di looked at the thin second son, hugged him, and pointed to the people who were writing poems in front of the big apricot tree: "Wen'er, look at it, most of these people will be recorded in history, but unfortunately most of these people in the history books are our enemies."

"Enemies? They are the people we should be most grateful for, because their existence makes us run desperately and struggle desperately, and in the end they become the stepping stones on our road."

"Wen'er, you remember that on the way forward and running, it is inevitable that there will be bumps, but don't be afraid, stand up and keep running, keep moving"

"So that the enemy is your stepping stone, not your stepping stone to becoming someone else......"

Lu Di didn't preach to this congenitally cowardly second son Lu Wen, but how did he know that Lu Wen was already too frightened to open his eyes to look at the apricot altar not far from the corner tower.

Wind chimes jingle and jingle.

It turned out that Xiao Lu Wen had a fear of heights.

Ji Huan looked at the small poem on the paper, very satisfied, he put the pen down, and then stood up.

It took him less than half a moment to write it, and he thought that he was also the first in speed.

Unexpectedly, when he stood up and turned his head to look at the people behind him, he was taken aback, only to see that Xiang Lu, the boy who was the first to answer a few questions, was already standing, and he was still licking the sugar gourd that he had licked many times in his hand.

Xiang Lu obviously saw Ji Huan's gaze, he smiled starryly, stretched out the sugar gourd and seemed to say, why don't you taste it too?

If Ji Huan hadn't seen Xiang Lu is sake, he would have sent someone to kill him a long time ago, Xiao'er, this prince doesn't have the same knowledge as you!.

Ji Huan flicked his sleeves, slapped the folding fan lightly, and returned his eyes to Zhuang Jiang.

Soon the vast majority of people also finished writing.

At this time, there were only two or three people left on the field who were still biting the pen and couldn't think about it.

Zhuang Jiang saw that the time was almost up, so he asked everyone to put down their pens.

The palace maids stepped forward and took away what those people had done and handed them over to Zhuang Jiang.

Zhuang Jiang took a cursory glance, but there were a few songs that made her shine.

For example, a very simple, straightforward and somewhat cynical little sentence:

Autumn has arrived

Apricot leaves

fall

finish

A small grasshopper

It's so cute

Bouncing and clicking

into my poems

This simple sentence is quite in the style of her brother Lu Di, so the little ninth sister is unforgettable, and she looked at the name of the person written on the paper with bright eyes:

It turned out to be Sun Chi, the third general of Sun Wu!

Watching Zhuang Jiang divide the poem into two turns, everyone jumped in a fluttering mood, they knew that the result was about to come out.

Lu Qu read out the names of the people his aunt had eliminated, and those people sighed and left a little unwillingly.

At the end of this field, only Ji Huan, the prince of Yanguo, Zhao Yi, the prince of Qin, Wang Xu of Wei's of Jin, Han Buxin, Zhao Wuxian, Zheng Dengxi, Prince Ji of Wei, Prince of Song, Prince of Chen, Wu Guoboyao, Prince Shuo of Cai, Shen Zhuliang of Chu, Yue Wen, Lu Shaozhengmao, Wu Zixu's son Wu Xiu, Sun Wu's son Sun Chi, Fan Li's third son, Gao Chai's son Gao Ju...... Boya, Shi Qi, Lu Slippery, Gao He, County Zishuo, and two children, Gongsun Long and Xiang Lu.

Ji Huan secretly scanned the rest of the people, and he already had a plan in his heart.

His real enemies and opponents will appear among the five people, Zhao Yi, Zhao Wuxian, Wu Xiu, Sun Chi, and Fan Li.

So!

Ji Huan's eyes narrowed, and he secretly clenched the hand that played with the folding fan.