The eyes from all sides were concentrated on the boy.

The young man did not look randomly. He had only looked at Kang Yunjin before, and at this time he only looked at the person who was talking, and said, "How do you choose the test questions? Everyone knows how can you say such words? Who has the ability to influence Lord Han?"

This is what I waited for, and the man stepped forward: "Who has such ability? Xue Qing, why did you make friends with Xiliang people and Qin Mei before the exam?" He asked without answering, but this question was clearly the answer, who has such ability? Qin Tan Gong.

.....

.....

"Oh, Qi Niang." Suo Shengxuan, who was standing on the other end of the corridor, heard this and raised his hand to slap Qin Mei, "We have implicated him."

Qin Mei shook her shoulder and shook her hand away, spitted, and said, "It's him who implicated us, this villain."

Suo Shengxuan held the railing with his hand, looked at the boy and said, "It is also a skill to implicate people. Otherwise, others would implicate us." His eyes were bright again, "Can Young Master Qingzi escape unscathed this time?"

Qin Mei hugged her arms and raised her eyebrows and sneered: "The villain never does something that is unsure."

.....

.....

All scholars can understand the subtle words of scholars, but there are many idle people who don’t understand them and ask noisy questions.

"Who is talking about?"

"Qin Tan Gong, the natives of Xiliang, have a good relationship with Qin Mei, and Qin Mei is Qin Tan Gong's nephew."

"Mr. Qin Tan... Yes, Xue Qing often had fun with people from Xiliang before the exam..."

"Can Duke Qin Tan actually get the test questions?"

"Honor Qin Tan is so arrogant?"

"Can you even have civil officials like Wang Xiangye Chen? "

“It’s so scary.”

The noise in the building became increasingly loud, Kang Yunjin's expression was calm, and a secret joy flashed in his eyes.

"Xue Qing, why do you think you have such close contacts with people from Xiliang?" Several other candidates asked loudly, "Did you forget who forced Mr. Qingxia to death?"

The Ministry of Justice and the Black Armor Guards, all of them knew that they could barely understand making friends with powerful people, but they could only be judged by the thousands of people if they were ungrateful and recognized the thief as their father...

Xue Qing looked at the person who was asking questions at first, and only raised his voice: "Don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing, you have no evidence at all."

Evidence? Evidence needs to be investigated, as long as it can be investigated... the man was so energetic that he took another step. Before he could speak, the boy on him continued to speak.

"...but I have no fraud but there is evidence." Xue Qing said, overshadowing the noise in the hall, it once again clearly entered everyone's ears.

There is no evidence of fraud? The hall suddenly became quiet.

How could there be evidence without fraud? Kang Yunjin frowned, is he talking nonsense?

Xue Qing's voice sounded again.

"What everyone questioned is that I can't do articles that are worthy of being the top one. So please assess and appraise my talent and say I know the test questions first, so please ask you to give me questions on the spot and say that the examiner is favorable to personal gains, so please ask everyone to judge me."

"Do I have real talent and knowledge? If I don't deserve Huiyuan, I'm clearly in the clear world of the world, and this is my evidence."

In public, set questions, discuss answers, and judge.

Is the so-called seven steps a poem?

So bold...

The boy looked down at the stairs and swept through the hall. The colorful silk flowers hanging in the hall cast colorful lights on his face, making him a little dazed.

There was a silence in the hall, and all eyes were concentrated on the boy, who raised his hand.

"Spring dawn, serve the pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Xue Qing said.

"Okay,"

A woman's pretty voice sounded in the quiet Zuixian Tower, and the joy and joy were flying like her turning dress.

......

......

"Talking about the test in public!"

Kang Dai, who rushed to the carriage down the Zuixian Tower, heard the news reported by the people guarding here, and almost fell to the ground with his feet softened, thanks to the servants beside him who were quick to hold on.

"Now, do it right now?" he said, unable to believe it and asked again.

The attendant nodded: "Yes." He added, "And it's unparalleled to be wonderful and good writing."

Kang Dai reached out to support him. This time, it was not that his feet were weak, but that he was knocked down by the people who had run over. People on the street ran around and rushed into the Zuixian Tower, mixed with shouts.

"Come and see."

"That Xue Qing is going to make a fuss in public."

The men, women, young and old were curious and excited, but they were just curious and excited. They didn't understand what it means to write in public. Those who don't know it is difficult. Kang Dai is a scholar, and he understands it after being taken through imperial examination articles.

It may not be difficult to write poems in public, but what Xue Qing said is that writing articles that are worthy of the best judgment of the world will be a waste of life.

Now, the big talk has come to the ground, how to take it back? How to take it back! This Xue Qing! Kang Dai pushed the guard away and rushed into the Zuixian Tower.

Xue Qing!

Chanyi was a little unsteady in the crowd. She looked at the people running by left and right and couldn't help but clench her hands.

Xue Qing wanted to write an essay in public to prove his talent at the top of the list.

She never doubted his talent at the top of the list! She was not worried at all! She just wanted to see him, and at this time, she was shocked by the capital.

She looked at the tall restaurant standing in front of her faintly visible in the sunlight, and once again, men, women, young and old running by her side, all kinds of people, and people would not be discovered when they were mixed in the crowd.

Go and see him! See him with your own eyes! Chanyi let go of her fist and speeded up her pace, mixed in a group of people and squeezed into the Zuixian Tower.

The Zuixian Tower is crowded with people than watching the lights during the Chinese New Year, but it is not noisy, noisy, quiet and like a noisy, noisy and quiet place. New people are accidentally squeezed to make a shout, and the next moment, people around them will stare and boo and warn.

"Don't make a noise!"

"Be quiet in writing!"

The person who was squeezed into it seemed that he had made a big mistake and swallowed the pain and looked forward carefully.

Two partitions were made in the hall with colorful silk ropes, one between the people watching the fun, and the other between the readers. There were two screens on the stage that was originally used to perform singing and dancing.

At this time, there were more than a dozen pieces of paper hanging on a screen. The one in the lead only had one sentence. This was the question, and the remaining dozen were full of words. There was only one question paper on the other screen.

"Is anyone else asking for paper and pen?"

There was a wise guest from the Zuixianlou shuttled through the scholars in the hall, holding paper and pen in his hands to ask.

"The topic of this scene is that my son said to Yan Yuan, "If you use it, you will do it, and if you leave it, you will hide it. Only I and you have the same husband, and I will give the title to Ye Huijun, Zhangzhou."

Since the composition was given in public, Xue Qing also said that he would do better than everyone else's articles, so naturally the scholars present would also compare the compositions. Of course, some of them would actively and dissatisfied with the compositions, some would compare face and passively, and some would hesitate and not know whether to compare...

There were a few cases around the platform, some people were writing quickly, some were thinking, and some people gathered together to whisper and talk.

The cicada stood on tiptoe again, her eyes crossed the people, and looked at the boy, who was standing at the entrance of the second floor stairs, and her every move was clearly visible.

The young man also leaned over and wrote on several desks. Although it was far away, the hall was bright and the cicada could see his side. He was elegant, calm, serious, without frowning or even thinking. He quickly picked up his pen and stood up straight.

"Xue Qing finished answering." Chun Xiao, who was standing quietly beside him, shouting immediately, holding the paper up with both hands.

A Zhike who was waiting beside him reached out to take it and went downstairs. The readers downstairs automatically avoided it. He watched the Zhike walk to the high platform with his text in his hand, stood in front of the second screen, and carefully hung it on the screen, next to the title paper.

"Xue Qing, it's the first one again." The Zhike also stood here, shouting loudly, making a gesture to the side, "Old Han, work."

An old man sitting next to him stood up, twisted his beard and looked at the paper on the screen and said, "The sage should be able to hide it, and wait for the capable to show it in detail. It is not easy to deal with the sage's conduct and hide it. It is not easy to deal with it since Yan Zi took it to him..." (Note)

Shaking your head and shaking your head and shaking up and down, elegant and upright.

"This old man is also a scholar, right? He reads so nicely." The people on the outside were full of admiration. Although they couldn't understand what chanting meant, they all sounded very powerful inexplicably.

Someone sneered: "What scholar? This guy is the accountant of Zuixianlou." He laughed again, "These turtle men in Zuixianlou have a day of writing and writing!"

The old accountants over there became more and more intoxicated, and I don’t know how much I understand... But many of the scholars present understood. Several stopped writing and looked at their articles, with a little anxious expression. Some even shook their heads and sighed, and threw the papers full of them up.

The boy on the stairs over there didn't care about the movements in the hall, so he picked up his pen and looked at it, and said, "Next question."

The scholars in the hall were silent.

The boy's expression was still calm and there was no extra movement, but these three words and the pen that he had not put down were like a powerful general who was yelling and provoking...

Kang Yunjin put down the pen in his hand and looked up and said, "Who is the best of the people?"

Xue Qing nodded from a high position, turned around and stood, dipped ink and lifted the pen, leaned over, his sleeves were tied up, no longer the elegance of the scholars in the past, as if they were working... The pen was smooth.

So fast! It doesn't even need to think! It's terrifying!

The Zhike shouted and reported the title of the third scene, and hurriedly wrote it on it and hung it on the third screen. The screen was empty, and there was only one article on the second screen.

Looking at this scene, Kang Yunjin's hand holding the pen shook unconsciously. He took a deep breath and lowered his head to continue writing.

......

......

"...Is there anyone else who wants pen and ink? Is there anyone who wants pen and ink?"
To be continued...