As soon as I got out of the examination room safely, I saw the candidates from room to room without raising their heads, and the test papers were written on their heads. He even recognized many of them, and a considerable number of them had been to the Temple of Inspiration. Slapped his ass!

Every time he came to a familiar scholar, Wang Ping'an would stop and look at him a few more times, and the scholar would definitely raise his head, bend down at him, and salute, while Wang Ping'an nodded and smiled at him.

Anyway, whether you can really take care of it, that's another way, but make it look like I'll take care of you, but you still have to do it, at least give others a hope, so that when you answer the paper, you can feel better, maybe you can swing horizontally.

After walking through a few examination rooms, I came to the examination room of Jinshike. He squinted his eyes and looked for Qiu Renjie among the many scholars.

Qiu Renjie didn't see it, but he saw Qiu Tingxuan, and Qiu Tingxuan was surrounded by many former classmates from Xiantong Academy, presumably all of them were scholars from Xuzhou.

Wang Ping'an slowly walked to Qiu Tingxuan's side, went to see him answer the question, and the nearby Xuzhou scholars raised their heads together, smiling at Wang Ping'an, and even some people put down the pen in their hands and bowed their hands to Wang Ping'an.

Wang Ping'an hurriedly waved his hand at them, signaling that it was not like this, it was better to answer his paper quickly, don't delay the time.

When Qiu Tingxuan saw him coming, he also raised his head, although he didn't accompany the smiling face, he also nodded. Wang Ping'an stood behind him and saw that he was writing poetry.

The poems that the scholars were required to make when they were admitted to the Jinshi were very different from ordinary poems. Ordinary poems can be waved freely, so famous good poems often appear, such as those masterpieces of poets and poets. They are all made in ordinary times, and very few poems made by great poets in the examination room can be handed down.

The main reason is that there are too many rules and regulations for the poems to be done during the exam, not only to write one thing clearly, but also to be tired of the requirements, what to express in the first few sentences, and the first few sentences to be discussed. Under these circumstances, it is indeed very difficult to write a beautiful psalm.

This time, the title of the poem is to narrate first, then discuss, and write eight sentences. The first four sentences want to talk about the Olympic Games held in Chang'an last year; The last four sentences are discussions, allowing the scholars to discuss this matter.

It's not difficult just to look at the title, and in total, it's just for the scholars to write eight lines of poetry. But in fact, the shorter the more difficult it is to write, and the long ones are good to mix words, and the short and concise ones have to examine the level of the scholars' usual reading.

Wang Ping'an saw that Qiu Tingxuan had already made a draft, the front was written about the grand occasion of the conference, and the back was written that the people were very happy. If this kind of race can be held every year, it will inevitably make the people of the capital live better and better day by day.

Although it is only a draft, it must still be revised, but from a general point of view, it is quite decent. Official article. What is shown to the superiors is written in the best way, and everyone almost has the same idea, depending on who writes better.

Wang Ping'an didn't say anything, he looked around again, looked at the drafts of the other scholars, and looked around, it turned out that they were all one idea, all exaggerating the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.

He sighed in his heart, no wonder it was difficult to get into the Jinshi. Everyone has one idea! You also have this idea, I also have this idea, the level does not depend on the idea, it all depends on the level of the text, and there are so many frames in the text, it is too difficult to write a style and write a good poem that makes people shine.

After going around the whole exam room, he didn't see Qiu Renjie, so he went down the corridor to another exam room, which was also a Jinshi department. But I still didn't see Qiu Renjie. I had to go out of this examination room again and enter the next one. As soon as he entered the examination room this time, he saw Qiu Renjie at a glance.

Qiu Renjie sat at the last table in this examination room, close to the corridor, and his position was very inconspicuous. It is estimated that this may have been deliberately arranged by the examiner Wai Lang, knowing that this person is Wang Ping'an's worship brother, so he was arranged here, in case Xiaoqiu had a little strange thoughts and wanted to copy it. Note or something, sitting in this position, isn't it more convenient!

Wang Ping'an didn't go over immediately, but still looked at the candidates from table to table, looking at the candidates' drafts. Eight-sentence poems, don't look short, but it is a test for one day, and the test is the scholars' literary brilliance, not their quick wisdom, so they have as much time as possible, and the scholars have time to revise and revise.

Looking at it table by table, Wang Ping'an shook his head more and more, it was all singing praises of virtue, without exception, even if it was a proposition and a poem, there was no need for the answer to be so consistent, there were actually several scholars' drafts, there were poems recalling the past and looking at the present, and they were almost a unified standard answer. Slowly walked to Qiu Renjie, Qiu Renjie was very well-behaved, without saying a word, put his draft on the table, sat up straight, lowered his head, and did not look at Wang Ping'an.

Wang Ping'an stood at the table, looked at Qiu Renjie's draft, and sighed in his heart, my brother wants to say that he is making poetry, but it is really not good, it is also a song of merit and virtue, and the poems praising the prosperous Tang Dynasty are still very ordinary

He kicked Qiu Renjie with his foot, and Qiu Renjie looked up. He immediately shook his head at him. That means, "Just by virtue of this, where do you want to be in the middle?" No matter how good your strategy is, you can't do it like this, and the Jinshi ranking is not good at it. ”

Qiu Renjie's face was bitter, and he thought: "What do you mean, big brother, saying that I don't write well?" I think it's pretty good, but I'm going to revise it. It's not necessarily any better than this draft! ”

Historically, Qiu Renjie did not take the Jinshi subject, but the Ming Classics subject, and of course he also had literary talents, but that was gradually revealed in the later career path. It's not like when I was a teenager and I was a blockbuster in the exam room.

Wang Ping'an glanced at the examination room, and saw that no one was paying attention to him, he slowly leaned down, stretched out his hand and wrote two words on the table, and after writing, Chong Qiu Renjie glanced at him and asked him to write a poem again according to these two words.

Qiu Renjie bit his lip and thought, "Price, what does this mean?" ”

Wang Ping'an straightened up, patted Qiu Renjie's shoulder gently, and thought: "Everyone sings praises and praises, all of them are the same way of thinking, as long as you change your mind and worry about the country and the people, then even if this poem is done at an average level, it will stand out in countless exam papers and make people's eyes shine, which is enough." Do you really expect to write a masterpiece under the constraints of the box? Li Bai didn't write it out, so you can save some effort! ”

With his hands behind his back, he slowly walked out of the examination room and returned to the main hall.

Zhu Suiliang saw him come back and said with a smile: "I went to see your brother, how did he do in poetry?" You're pretty good at poetry, but not necessarily your brother! ”

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites and Wang Ping'an didn't know each other, but he didn't dare to make such an unlucky joke, so he accompanied Xiao Xiao and said: "Wang Gong is talented, even if your brother is not as talented as you, as long as he has your Yicheng, it will be overbearing." ”

Wang Ping'an laughed twice, swallowed his saliva, and said solemnly: "My lords, you really underestimate my brother, if you don't believe the poems he made, in two quarters of an hour, you can go and see what he has done, and I am sure to make your eyes shine." ”

Zhu Suiliang shook the fork gently, he didn't believe it in his heart, Wang Ping'an's brother is called Qiu Renjie, he knows, what it looks like, he has seen it, but he hasn't cared about it, there is no other reason, Qiu Renjie is really not outstanding, at least in his eyes, there is no outstanding place, an ordinary young man, he will only follow Wang Ping'an's ass and live a life.

The three of them said nothing more and waited quietly in the main hall. After about two quarters of an hour, the prayer was not moved, but the waiter of the Ministry of Rites stood up and said, "Go around the lower officials, it is estimated that at this time, some scholars should have done a good job of poetry, go to the lower officials," the sneak peek was a quick one. As he spoke, he walked out of the main hall and looked at the direction, which was the Jinshike he was going.

Zhu Suiliang looked at his back and said, "He went to see your brother's poem, the poem that makes people shine." ”

Wang Ping'an said: "When he comes back, he must be shaking, his eyes are dull, and he is dizzy. "Why is that?" Wait for Sui Liang to be stunned.

Wang Ping'an smiled: "He was dazzled, that poem was so dazzling, naturally radiant, he was naturally dazzled." ”

Qi Suiliang snorted, originally he also wanted to get up and go around, but after listening to Wang Ping'an's words, he sat still, and had to wait for the waiter of the Ministry of Rites to come back. See if he'll be dazzled.

After a long time, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites returned, bowed his head and hands behind his back, nodded as he walked, and seemed to be muttering something in his mouth. When he entered the main hall, Zhu Suiliang asked, "What, have you ever been dazzled?" Stung in the eyes by that radiant poem? ”

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites was slightly stunned, shook his head and said, "My eyes are stinging? Nope! However, the poem is indeed well written, regardless of the writing for the time being, from the perspective of concept, it is different, different! ”

Prayer Sui Liang heaved and said, "Yes, the old man is going to take a look, what is so good!" This time he couldn't sit still any longer, and he also walked out of the main hall with his hands behind his back and walked towards Jinshiko.

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites gave Wang Ping'an a thumbs up, and said: "If there is a brother, there must be a brother, and the younger brother is far inferior to the prince, but in terms of ideas, it is really unexpected!" ”

Wang Ping'an smiled: "Let's wait a minute, look at the expression of the adult coming back."

Zhu Suiliang entered the Jinshi Branch, he would not swoop to Qiu Renjie to read poetry, that was too revealing his deeds, he was the same as his concubine Ping'an, he also walked slowly, reading poetry from table to table.

At this time, many talented and agile scholars had already written poems and transcribed them on the examination papers. The poems that Zhu Suiliang saw were slightly higher than those seen by Wang Ping'an.

Zhu Suiliang began to watch a few times, and felt okay, but the more I watched, the tighter my brows wrinkled, and I thought: "It's not good, it's the same, if you want to talk about sycophants, their level is too poor, at least far worse than me!" ”