Vol 2 Chapter 40: End of Spring

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Chunwei's examination room is the small black room in the townhouse, which becomes the "house". After the students enter, the bugler in charge of supervision will padlock the door, leaving only a small window for delivering the exam papers.
For the whole day, the students finished eating and drinking in the small black room.
The light of the candle was like a bean, and the small room was stained with dim yellow. Xu Erlang sat at the table, playing with the inkstone, pouring clean water, and slowly grinding.
There is still a long time before the exam starts, and this time is enough for him to calm down and think about something.
Since ancient times, the imperial civil service has emphasized scriptures, light poetry, and Dafeng poetry has been weak for a long time, so this will try the last one. For most students, it is just a cutscene.
When they were just admitted to the hospital, the familiar students laughed at Yan Yan and were contented. Unlike the previous two games, his face was serious and his mentality was tense, as if he was about to go into battle.
However, others can relax, and Xu Erlang knows that he cannot be negligent.
He was a student of Yunlu Academy. According to the attitude of the court officials towards the students of Yunlu Academy, after being awarded a Jinshi, he was either sent to the poor and remote areas, or he was not given official status and hid in the snow.
Xu Erlang has his own ambitions. He neither wants to be sent to remote areas nor stay in Beijing.
"The road ahead is long..." Xu Xinnian sighed.
At this time, the bugler outside the door knocked on the small window, and the urn sounded angrily: "Master, the paper is here."
Those who participated in Chunwei were all Juren, and Juren was qualified to be an official. The big soldiers directly referred to the students in the examination room as "Masters."
Xu Xinnian took the paper and spread it out on the table. At this time, the sky was bright, but the sun never rose.
With the orange candlelight, Xu Xinnian took a closer look. The title was a sentence from "Cheng Zi·Gang Ge": "The three armies can win the commander and the ambition of the same man."
Xu Erlang, who is full of poetry and books, instantly extracted the core: Yongzhi!
He stared at the exam papers, his expression was uncontrollable dull, his eyes were unbelievable.
"Big brother must have stepped on before entering my house that day?" Xu Erlang murmured.
Can this also give him a guess?
Xu Erlangquan was supposed to deal with the annoying eldest brother about the lottery that day. Although Chunwei exam questions can be guessed, they are limited to the classics and policy arguments. After all, there are traces of both.
The title of the poem depends entirely on the examiner’s mood. You can come up with whatever you think of it, even if it is named after the wild flowers on the roadside.
Can this be guessed? !
Unless the older brother stepped on that night, Xu Erlang really couldn't think of any possibility.
Wait a minute...Xu New Year's expressions of shock, confusion, and loss all turned into ecstasy and excitement.
Brother guessed the right question, brother guessed the right question!
Suddenly he straightened his waist and couldn't help but want to make three long whistles to express his excitement at the moment.
"With my eldest brother's poetry talent, since I guessed the question correctly, Xu Erlang will be honored in the third session of the meeting poems. I, I may be able to compete for the meeting yuan."
The one who will try is "Gong Shi", and the first name of Gong Shi is "Hui Yuan".
It makes sense for him to think this way. First of all, he will try to get his name, his identity as a student of Yunlu Academy will not be exposed, so he will not be excluded. Secondly, Xu Xinnian is a natural seed for reading, the proud disciple of the great Confucian Zhang Shen, coupled with the Confucian system of memorableness, and the mastery of ideas, his own level far exceeds the Guozijian students.
Finally, in order to prevent imperial examination fraud, Dafeng arranged three chief examiners, and many of them had the same examination. The composition here is complicated. The three chief examiners must come from different parties.
Maybe they are still hostile to each other.
Even if someone can buy one chief examiner, it is impossible to buy the other two.
Therefore, in each session of the test, there will be a battle among the examiners, and then they will negotiate, compromise, and make the final decision.
"If the sky doesn't give birth, I promise the new year, I will try forever like a long night."
Even if he was so proud of the New Year, there was no one in the house at this time, and he couldn't control his emotions at all, dancing and laughing like a fool.
If there is a bed, he will roll on the bed, or writhe like a maggot.
"Big brother is really my lucky star! Calm down, calm down, what is the chanting poem that big brother gave me..."
Xu Xinian settled down and forced himself to calm down.
Fortunately, he, who is the eighth grade of Confucianism, has long been unforgettable, and the poems given by his elder brother are indeed good. His memory is quite deep, and he recalls it soon.
He picked up the pen, dipped the ink, and unfolded the draft paper. Only then did he realize that his hands were still shaking slightly.
"It's not promising, but I just know how to try, and I am so excited. Dad said, I have the capital of the first assistant."
After making a joke of himself, Xu Xinnian relaxed a little, no longer shaking his hands, and quickly wrote on the paper:
Jinzun sake fights ten thousand, Yupanzhen is ashamed of ten thousand.
Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks can not eat, draw the sword and look around at a loss.
If you want to cross the Yellow River, you will climb the Taihang and snowy mountains.
I am free to go fishing on the Bixi, and then I dream about the day by boat.
It's hard to walk, hard to walk, and there are many divergent roads, so I am here today.
There will be long winds and waves, and the sails will go straight to the sea.
(Note from author of conscience: Poems for imperial examinations, also called Fude Poems, are usually five-character, eight-character, four-character, and six-character rhyme, rather than seven words. In another world, I will change the magic to facilitate the plot. Remarks: guarding fine!)
After writing the poem, I read it several times to confirm that I did not write it wrong, but new doubts came to my mind.
"What is the Yellow River? What is Taihang? I am free to go fishing on the Bixi, and suddenly go on a boat to dream of the sun. Is there any allusion to these two sentences..."
Xu Erlang frowned.
Xu Xinnian, who has read poems and books, searched his intestines but couldn’t find the Yellow River and Taihang. According to his understanding of poems, "Laiwan fishing on Bixi" and "Suddenly sailing on a boat to dream of the sun" should be two. allusion.
"Big brother is really true. I didn't know how to make notes when I wrote the poem. How can I understand his mood when he wrote the poem, and how can I understand his profound meaning?"
"Yellow River and Taihang should be river names and mountain names. This can be changed. As for the phrases "Come and fish on the Bixi" and "Suddenly go on a boat to dream of the sun", even if there is no allusion, it is not difficult to understand what I want to express. , The problem is not big."
So, after replacing the "Yellow River" and "Taihang", Xu Xinian wrote a pen to answer the question:
"Given the hard way"
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The chief examiners of this Chunwei were Zhao Tingfang, a scholar from Dongge University, Liu Hong from Youdu Yushi, and Qian Qingshu, a scholar from Wuyingdian University.
Unlike students, the chief examiner and fellow examiners have not left the Gongyuan since the start of the test. The gate is locked, and unless they have wings, don't want to leave.
In order to prevent the examiners from colluding with the students, the examiners must wait for the tribute list to be confirmed before leaving the Gongyuan.
Compared with the beacon in the first two scoring sessions, the examiners have undergone tremendous changes in their attitudes and emotions.
"Shit doesn't make sense, even if you dare to show your ugliness at the meeting, you can try any broken poems."
"By using bamboo to describe people, the angle of chanting is good, but chanting bamboo is more than chanting, and the cart is upside down."
"Hey, after watching it for a long time, there is not a single amazing poem."
"Isn't it the same in previous years, I'm used to it."
The scoring officer is also called the curtain internal officer. They review the paper while commenting. At first glance, the atmosphere is full of gunpowder, but it is actually the easiest freehand.
Poetry is not taken seriously, and it doesn’t matter if it is done well. Anyway, it's all scum. Poems made by students are rare. It is not worth taking seriously by examiners.
In Beijing, when it comes to poetry, there is one person who can't get around, he just beats the guard Xu Qi'an. He was regarded as the leader of the poetry circle by the scholars, or the savior of the poetry circle.
"Then Xu Qi'an will take part in the test, and nothing else, at least this year, a poem will be born."
"Who can say no, it is a pity that Xu Qi'an is not a scholar. As recorded in the future history books, all of Yuan Jingnian's best poems and verses came from this person. We scholars have no face."
The attitude of scholars towards Xu Qi'an is very complicated. Fortunately for his rise, there are so few poems that can be obtained in the past two hundred years, so that future generations will not be laughed at.
I also regret that he is a martial artist, not a scholar, because this is also a thing that will make future generations laugh.
In the two hundred years of Dafeng, there were thousands of scholars, and even a martial artist was not as good as one.
"Thousands of mistakes are all Xu Pingzhi's fault."
At this moment, a scoring officer unfolded a copy of the paper. After a few seconds, he was stunned, his body seemed to be petrified, motionless.
But his lips kept chanting, chanting repeatedly.
After a few minutes, the scoring officer abruptly got up, looked around at the colleagues in the room, took a deep breath, and said loudly, "Who said that Dafeng scholars can't write good poems? Who said that?"
The scoring officers looked over, looking at a loss, wondering what he was going crazy.
The poetry world has been weak for two hundred years, and contemporary scholars are not good at poetry. These are facts and there is nothing controversial.
"Snapped!"
The scoring officer slapped the paper on the table, his chest rising and falling, and said excitedly: "I dare to be sure that this poem will be famous as soon as it is published. This year's test will be remembered by the historian."
A scoring officer on the side glanced at him, walked over curiously, picked up the paper, and took a closer look.
Crazy seems to be contagious. The scoring officer is holding the papers and trembling with excitement: "Good poems, good poems, hahaha, who said that Dafeng scholars can't make good poems, who said?"
At this moment, the rest of the scoring officers realized that there were good works coming out, and they swarmed up to pass them on and read them.
"A good poem, it's a big deal."
"There will be long winds and waves, and there will be times when you hang up the clouds and sail to the sea...This is the poem that a scholar should write."
"How can a student write this vicissitudes of life poem?"
"Perhaps you have failed the test repeatedly, so write your aspirations with poems."
The appearance of this song "Difficulty on the Road" is like a group of native chickens mixed with golden phoenix, which is extremely precious, and the scoring officers in the house keep circulating and excited comments.
"Ahem!"
There was a strong coughing from outside the door, and the gray-haired Dongkaku scholar stood at the door with his hands on his back.
He was attracted by the noise.
The scoring officers in the room were silent.
"What is the style of shouting?"
Academician Zhao Tingfang reprimanded a few words, and then asked: "This official just heard someone say that this poem will be famous all over the world?"
Immediately, the marking officer stepped forward and handed over the paper respectfully.
The scholar of the East Pavilion first glanced at everyone, and then took the paper, squinting to look like... He was holding the paper, shaking slightly.
Anyone can see that this is a good poem, an exhilarating poem.
But the experience is different, the feeling is also different.
This poem is both a chant and a rough life experience. From "difficult to walk at a loss" to "the long wind and the waves will sometimes, hang on the clouds and sail to benefit the sea", anyone with similar experiences can quickly empathize.
And the last sentence is chanting, it is also the finishing touch, directly raising the artistic conception of the whole poem to a very high level.
"This son is definitely a great talent. If the philanthropy and policy questions are both excellent, the official must call him the Huiyuan!" said Dongge University Scholar.
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The day after the end of the spring season, Xu Xinnian found that his treatment at home had plummeted. In the past, every morning, my mother would heat a bowl of hot milk in the kitchen.
It is fragrant chicken soup at lunch and ginseng soup at night.
During the period, the mother would still ask for warmth. Although there is no real performance, she also showed enough attention.
Dad and eldest brother would also ask a few words at the dinner table. The same is true for younger sister Xu Lingyue. Even younger sister Xu Lingyin occasionally shouted: Second brother, we must work hard!
But since the last game ended~EbookFREE.me~ the milk was gone, the chicken soup was gone, and the ginseng was gone. After asking when it was released on the list, no one paid much attention.
At the dinner table, Xu Qi'an asked, "Why did Erlang look so bad that he didn't do well in the last test?"
Xu Erlang didn't speak. When he finished eating, he took his eldest brother into the study and stared at him straightforwardly: "Big brother...you got the answer."
Xu Qi'an was both surprised and not surprised at this result, nodded and asked: "Patriotic or Yongzhi?"
"Yongzhi!"
Xu Xinnian asked: "Where are the Yellow River and Taihang? What is the allusion to go fishing on the Bixi river and to dream of the sun by boat?"
.......Ok? Is there an allusion to this sentence? I don’t remember. Xu Qi'an looked dumbfounded.
"I spend my leisure time fishing on the Bixi because I like fishing. Suddenly, while riding a boat and dreaming about the sun, yes, then...Oh, why are you talking so much? Beep.
"Hurry up to tear up the Four Books and Five Classics, my eldest brother will take you to Jiaofangsi tomorrow."
Xu Qi'an ran away cursingly.
Returning to the room, he found that Zhong Li was sitting on the bedside wrapping his head, bleeding faintly.
"Fall again?"
"Ok."
Zhong Li nodded aggrievedly, and said, "I found your sister's life is very hard."
"Which sister?" Xu Qi'an asked.
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PS: Today, I am arguing with myself. In order to find out who the chief examiners are in history and what their official positions are, I searched for two hours of relevant information and found that there is only a rough division of official positions on the Internet, which is not precise.
I want to go to the library, but the library is closed again, making me angry.
Although you can make it casually, it still feels more rigorous. I am a person who is afraid of being pushed up.
Change first and then change.