Chapter 342 The second half with Jiajing characteristics
Rub the fine sweat beads on your forehead, check it out for a moment, and a gong sounded, and the candidate ordered to stop writing and hand over the paper!
Because the time for this exam was too tight, some candidates had not finished copying and wanted to seize the time to add a few more strokes, but the examiners shouted loudly and intimidated: "Write another word and judge the cheating!" The candidates were so scared that they quickly threw away their brushes and sat upright, but they were inevitably frowning and even shed tears in secret.
The silent industry was personally supervised by Li Mo. He had learned from Zhao Zhenji about the rankings of this kid... Speaking of which, Shen Wuyuan may have exhausted his character and good luck. He has not had many rivals since his debut, but this time, he occupied two of the three examiners. Compared with the previous five, the examiners were very favored all the way, which was a world of difference.
This time he was not impeccable... When he received him, the collector reported: "The draft paper of this tribute student is empty."
Li Mo walked over with a sinister face. When he saw that the manuscript paper he sent was indeed empty, he looked at Chen Si repeatedly with a sneer. Chen Si looked back at him calmly, without any sign of panic.
'I'm still pretending when I die!' Li Mo sneered and waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Drop this paper." As soon as this said, the chaotic examination room was heard, and all the examiners and candidates looked over together.
"Dare you ask the adults, which precept the student violated, which leads to such a false impulse?" Chen Si had no choice but to stand up and bow, and asked slowly.
Seeing his calm and composed look, Li Mo was so angry that he said word by word: "Don't you, the candidate? You must have written a draft in the imperial examination to prevent cheating!" As he said that, he picked up the volume and said: "I've been dismissed!"
"Let's wait." Chen Si bowed: "Sir, listen to the students."
Li Mo paused and looked at him with a sneering face. He only heard silent and unrestrained, "As the master said, the reason why the imperial examination requires drafts and answer sheets is to imitate someone's behalf. However, now it is not to be tested in the quotation house, but between the palace, every move and everyone's attention, what do you think you need to avoid?"
"Strong words are rude!" Zhao Zhenji was about to have an attack, and Grand Secretary Zhang Zhi came over and said, "There are some truths that the candidate said, and it is really impossible to do in the eyes of everyone." He said with a smile and said, "Meng Jing, as a ministry, you should be strict if you should be strict, and should you be generous if you should be generous? "
Li Mo could not refuse the court in public, so he had to give up and said to himself: 'Anyway, I have already read his papers, and then I will fall into the third grade, and letting him pass the Jinshi is like eating a fly.' This man is vindictive and has a bad temper than Master Zhao.
After the officials of the Ministry of Rites collected the papers, the officials of the Honglu Temple brought the "home box" he gave him... a piece of tofu in a vermilion box, a piece of golden mushroom pickled vegetables, a three-mortal meatball, a chicken breast and a can of stewed pheasant soup, two meats, two vegetables and one soup dish, all with color, aroma and taste, showing the imperial chef's skills, but each one is a small portion, which is definitely not enough for you.
But the tribute students were worried about the afternoon exam questions, so who had the heart to eat? They all looked sad and had the same taste as they chewed, and they blinded the Honglu Temple's intentions.
After lunch, I took a break, and the second round started the exam. When the test questions were posted, everyone was gasping for air conditioning. I thought it was such a bullshit, but I didn't dare to say anything...
Because this test was a very gorgeous parallel style, called Qing Ci, and the candidates were required to express the emperor's respect and sincerity to the gods of heaven with strict BT-like parallelism and gorgeous words.
Thirty years ago, who would write these bird things besides Taoist priests? But now, even if the officials in the court cannot write official documents, they will write such neat forms, gorgeous words, and empty things. From the elders to the Taoist sects, they all study and strive for excellence every day, and want to write better green poems than others.
Why? Nothing else, the emperor needs it. His Majesty Jiajing is eager to seek immortality and is anxious, so Qingci is always in short supply. The officials are very clear that if you want to go straight to the sky, you have to please the emperor; if you want to be rich and prosperous, you have to please the emperor; if you want to be safe forever, you have to please the emperor. Since my emperor is good at this, we have to go to the place. Those who write outstandingly have entered the cabinet, such as Yan Song, Li Ben, Zhang Zhi, and even Xu Jie, although they have deeper political significance, they are also masters of Qingci. As for those who write ordinary, they have to write, because sincerity is more important than anything else, and it is an important magic weapon to promote officials and eliminate disasters and avoid disasters.
The above also knows that the candidates have never written Qing Ci, so there is also a meter list published in the title. If you really don’t know, just copy it. Fortunately, if you do the eight-legged essay, you can do whatever you want, and you can do it. It’s a whip and a mark, a slap and a palm of blood. Although this Qing Ci is complex and complicated, it cannot escape the word “parallel”.
Therefore, on the platform in front of Ziguang Pavilion, the candidates were huddled and scrambled, making words and sentences that were not only in line with the format, but also in line with the rules and rhymes, and also had to praise both the gods and the emperor. This was really a difficult task for the tribute students who were new to this path.
Even Shen Mo was very hard... The reason why he passed through the obstacles and was unstoppable. What he relied on was that he had learned the scriptures well, did his eight-legged essays, and his political experience far exceeding the same year. This made his articles impeccable and convincing. However, this kind of academic test-taking ability is too strong. In literature, it can be said that he has high scores and low skills, so even if he won five yuan in a row, he would not dare to be the first in Qionglin Society.
Now variables have appeared. Although he can do this Qingci, it is neither the eight-legged essay he is good at; nor is it a policy that can reflect his superior political sensitivity. It completely erases his strengths and exposes his weaknesses, making Shen Mo feel a deep crisis for the first time.
However, this crisis cannot be solved by urgency and intelligence. It must be a gorgeous literary talent. Shen Mo asked himself that he did not have this expertise. At least compared with Xu Wei, his articles were like phoenixes and old turtles... Although they were both one of the four auspicious beasts, their brilliance was completely different.
So Shen Mo was sure that this game was not as long as Xu Wen, and even Zhu Dashou Tao Dalin, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed and said, "Write it well, you can't get the second and third sixths, otherwise you'll be ruined." Then he cheered up and wrote in a verbal way:
‘The Luoshui Black Turtle first offered auspicious signs, with nine yin numbers, nine yang numbers, eighty-one numbers, and numbers that connect to Tao, and Tao is in harmony with the original Heavenly Lord, and Yicheng is inspiration.
‘The two phoenixes in Qishan are auspicious, the male is singing six, the female is singing six, and the six is ​​thirty-six sounds. The slogan is heard in the sky, and the Emperor of Jiajing is born and will live forever.’
Such words and sentences are not as relaxed as making words on behalf of the saints. After finally putting together a piece of Qing Ci, which is still excellent, but absolutely not outstanding. After thinking for a long time, I found that I had finished it here. It would be okay to write it more stingy, but it would be absolutely impossible to be more gorgeous.
When I thought of joining Hanlin and becoming a poet, I would write this kind of thing frequently in the future. I couldn't help but feel like I was silent. I thought to myself, "I don't know how Zhang Juzheng survived the past ten years." I thought to myself, "If I didn't choose Shujishi, it would be better to use it if I fell under the list, but I would save myself from writing such bullshit all day long." Thinking of this, I felt relaxed again, and I brushed the paper and said to myself: "Love whoever I want, goodbye, my dream of Shen Liushou...'
The day was still short in March, and it was dark by the hour of You, so the examiner sent out a candle. After burning it out, it was actually before the end of You, so he beat the gong to finish the roll.
This time, the candidates learned their lessons and sat down honestly. No one dared to make noise. After all the test papers were collected, Zhang Zhi, the director of the palace examination, said with joy: "Thank you all, you can go back and rest for two days now. Your Majesty will personally read your test papers in the next two days. The day after tomorrow, that is, March 18th, please come to participate in the ceremony of the ceremonies on time, and no one can be left behind."
The candidates thanked the examiner, kowtowed to the throne in front of the Ziguang Pavilion and then kowtowed, and said to the emperor who had gone back to practice early: "Students leave..." After the palace examination, he was the disciple of the emperor. This gold sign was very impressive.
The officials of the Ministry of Rites led the tribute students out of the palace, and everyone was completely relieved. No matter how good or bad the exam was, they finally finished the exam completely. No matter what the final result was, it was a good thing worth celebrating. After all, compared with the thousands of scholars in the world, they are already successful people.
But now it was getting late and people were tired. The candidates made an appointment to celebrate with each other the next day. They met and went their separate ways. After being silent, they naturally had to go home to see their wives. They could not go with the brothers of Qionglin Society... The six of them squeezed into the same carriage and went back to the guild hall, not afraid of falling apart.
In the carriage, Sun Ying suddenly said, "I feel that the sixth head is hanging, Li Mo and Zhao Zhenji..." The guy regretted it after saying that, and quickly covered his mouth and said, "Think I'm farting."
"It's stinking." Brother Sun Yan sneered: "If Brother Zhuyan doesn't win six titles, I'll call you brother in the future."
Tao Dalin shook his head and said, "Indeed, I feel that Brother Wen will win the championship."
Zhu Dashou also said: "The essay is so talented, and the words are indeed slightly inferior."
Wu Dui said, "I don't think so..." The five people, three to two, were optimistic that Xu Wei had a slight advantage.
Xu Wei laughed strangely in this matter and pointed at everyone and said, "I'm crazy, I'm crazy, but the result is actually very obvious."
"What's the result?" everyone asked in unison.
Chapter completed!