"Sir Liang, what's wrong?"

"Did you see a masterpiece?"

"Even if you read a masterpiece, you don't have to do this..."

...

When several examiners saw him looking distraught, they asked in surprise.

Mr. Liang showed unusual appearance in two consecutive paper marks, which really aroused their curiosity.

Two people leaned over from him and picked up a test paper respectively.

"Lime Song..." A square-faced examiner twisted his beard and recited: "Thousands of hammers and thousands of chisels out of the deep mountains, burning them as if they were burned by fire. Don't be afraid of being broken into pieces, and you must keep your innocence in the world..."

A strange look appeared in his eyes and said, "If this person becomes an official in the court, he should be a censor!"

A fellow student beside him smiled and said, "Mr. Mu is also good at chanting things. This poem is judged by you, and it is better..."

The square-faced man nodded and said, "Borrowing things to describe people, the language is simple and natural, and it is not crafted... It should be the best!"

Another white-faced examiner looked at another test paper and murmured: "I'm lazy to draw my eyebrows, make makeup and wash..., I embroidered silk robe, and pair of golden partridges..., this article is the same. It is refined and has no words and words, the composition is very dense, and the levels are very clear..., and there are actually men who can write poems about the boudoir to this level, which is quite the legacy of the "Huajian School" of Later Shu..."

The straight-faced examiner handed him the test paper and said, "Mr. Li, have you finished reading it? Let's change it. I'll see how his lyrics are written..."

The examiner surnamed Li nodded and the two exchanged test papers.

Lord Mu took the lyrics, glanced at it, frowned, and said dissatisfiedly: "I don't go the right way, I've just walked the wrong way for nothing, what are you writing about the sorrow of separation, the private parts of men and women..."

Lord Li was dissatisfied when he heard this and said, "What is the right way and what is the wrong way? When Prime Minister Wang was young, he was good at "Huajian Ci". Is Lord Mu saying that he had gone astray?"

Lord Mu frowned and said, "Who said Prime Minister Wang?"

Lord Li stretched his neck: "That's what you mean!"

Seeing the signs of the two quarreling again, the few people quickly persuaded: "Hey, two adults, calm down, calm down..."

The two examinees had been alarmed, and both stood up and walked over. Fang Hong looked at the two and said in surprise: "What's going on this time?"

An examiner handed over two test papers and said, "This test paper is decided by Lord Fang and Lord Wang..."

Fang Hong took the test paper and handed one to another person beside him.

After watching it, the two of them exchanged again.

Fang Hong thought for a moment and said, "Although these two poems are very different in style, if taken out separately, they are rare and excellent works..."

The Lord Wang nodded and said, "Although there are many people with changing styles of poetry and lyrics in history, they are rare at the same time. This person has a profound background in poetry..."

Fang Hong looked at the test paper in his hand again and said in surprise: "Why do I think this handwriting is a bit familiar..."

"Sir Fang feels this way?" Lord Wang also showed surprise on his face, and nodded, "I'm a little familiar..."

Fang Hong thought for a moment, and a person's name suddenly appeared in his mind.

In the last special test paper, the two of them looked through it countless times in order to find out the mistakes, and of course they were familiar with someone's handwriting.

A sudden look appeared on his face and he murmured: "So it's him!"

Lord Wang also realized something at this moment and said in surprise: "Why is it him again!"

...

Yesterday I borrowed several books from Zhongyi. When Tang Ning went to her room to return the books at night, he saw Zhongyi sitting at the table, looking at something in a daze. He probably didn't even hear his knock on the door.

He sat next to Zhong Yi and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Zhong Yi was startled and came to his senses before whispering: "I'm looking at the poem you wrote today."

Tang Ning looked down and saw that she had copied the song "Bodhisattva Man" on paper.

She looked at Tang Ning and said in admiration: "Your poem about complaints is so well written..."

As the number one talented woman in Lingzhou, she could not compare to her husband's poems. Zhong Yi's mood is quite complicated at this moment.

Tang Ning thought about whether Tang Yaojing betrayed him, but according to Zhong Yi's expression, there should be no.

Although the Tang Fairy burned the bridge when crossing the river, she was not ungrateful.

"Poetry has no gender." Tang Ning looked at her and said, "There are many talented men in history who are also famous for their delicate style of poetry. They are graceful and graceful, and countless poets who write about their wives..."

We must develop comprehensively, and we can use our writing to control the world... We can use our writing to help the world, and we can use our martial arts to determine the world.

A good poet and lyricist also needs to develop comprehensively. He writes gracefully and chants boldly. When he is intrigued, he can have a few more poems in the flower field...

Whoever says that men’s poems about complaints cannot be written better than women? This is naked discrimination.

Tang Ning can actually understand Zhong Yi.

As a talented woman, she naturally has her own pride. It is indeed unacceptable to be defeated by a opposite sex in the field she is best at.

This is the same as his constant grudge against Tang Yaoyao.

Tang Ning stood up, patted her shoulder, and comforted her: "Don't be discouraged, isn't it just a poem about a gangster? When the state exam is finished, I will teach you if I have time..."

He has a whole collection of Huajian. Tang Ning is confident. Under his guidance, she will be able to go from the number one talented woman in Lingzhou to the number one talented woman in Chen State.

If you guide and guide for a few more years, more than ten years, decades, you may be the best woman in the ages...

It's a little exciting to have a talented girl...

...

The result of the second game is still announced two days after the exam.

This time, Zhong Yi and the others obviously were not nervous the last time.

Peng Chen was temporarily transferred to the tribute court, and Tang Ning simply waited at home and waited for him to come back to notify him.

In the courtyard, Tang Yaoyao sat next to Zhong Yi, looked at Tang Ning who was urging Fang Xinyue to recite poems not far away, and asked in a low voice: "Xiaoyi, do you say that a man likes to write poems about women. Does it mean that he actually yearns to be a woman in his heart..."

Zhong Yi shook his head and said, "Poetry is genderless. Since ancient times, many talented men are extremely good at women's poetry, which doesn't mean anything. Many women's writing styles are also extremely bold..."

Tang Yaoyao thought about it and asked again: "What if he was still wearing women's clothes?"

Zhong Yi looked at him, shook his head, and said, "What are you talking about..."

"Forget it..." Tang Yaoyao waved his hand and asked, "Which do you think he can win this game..."

Zhong Yi shook her head, then looked at her and asked, "Who is wearing women's clothes?"

...

On the day the second phase of the state examination was released, outside the courtyard wall of the tribute school, although the number of candidates was much smaller than that of the first phase, there were still crowds.

When a servant came out of the Gongyuan and posted the red list on the courtyard wall, the crowd couldn't wait to rush into it.

Compared with the first game, only about 30% of the candidates in the second game were eliminated. Those who showed a proud face around the courtyard wall of the Gongyuan were obviously more likely to be sad than those who looked sad.

The list posted by the Gongyuan is first, then the list B, and above the list A, the names of the top three are more than twice as big as the names of the rest. As for the first place in the list A, they will occupy one single line.

The yamen runners who posted the list had not left yet, and everyone used to sweep them from front to back quickly to find their own names.

A man glanced across the list, as if he had discovered something, and his eyes moved to the forefront again.

The next moment, he exclaimed: "Dangning!"

At the same time, there were screams of surprises on the list.

"Why is it him again!"

"He is the first in the first place again!"

"Why is he so powerful in poetry?"

"Beasts, beasts..."

...

A stone caused a thousand waves. In an instant, many people forgot to confirm whether they were on the list. Looking at the conspicuous name at the top of the list, they looked shocked, envious, and jealous...
Chapter completed!