Chapter 564 People in the Tang Dynasty also care about prices

Wang Ping'an got off the examination room and wandered around the room. He saw the candidates not raising their heads and lowering their heads to write the test papers. He even recognized many of them, and a considerable number of them had been to Inspiration Temple and flattered him!

Whenever he saw a familiar scholar, Wang Ping'an would stop and take a few more glances. The scholar would definitely look up and bend over to him, just treating it as a salute, and Wang Ping'an nodded and smiled at him.

Anyway, whether you can really take care of it is another saying, but if you act like I will take care of you, you still have to do it. At least you have to give others a hope. If you answer the paper in this way, you will be in a better mood and may be able to perform better.

After walking several exam rooms, he came to the exam room for the Jinshi exam. He narrowed his eyes and looked for Di Renjie among the many scholars. Di Renjie did not see it, but saw Qiu Tingxuan. There were still many classmates from Xiantong Academy sitting around Qiu Tingxuan. I guess those sitting in this section were all scholars from Xuzhou.

Wang Ping'an slowly walked to Qiu Tingxuan and went to see him answer the questions. The scholars from Xuzhou nearby looked up together and smiled at Wang Ping'an. Some people even put down their pens and bowed to Wang Ping'an.

Wang Ping'an quickly waved his hand to them, indicating that this should not be done. He should answer his own paper quickly and not waste time.

When Qiu Tingxuan saw him coming, he also raised his head. Although he did not smile, he nodded. Wang Ping'an stood behind him and saw him writing poetry.

The poems that scholars should write when taking the Jinshi exam are very different from those of ordinary poems. Ordinary poems can be freely used, so famous and good poems often appear, like the masterpieces of poets and immortals, all of which are made in normal times, and very few poems written by great poets in the examination room can pass on the world.

The main reason is that the poems you need to do during the exam are too many rules and regulations. Not only do you need to write one thing clearly, but you also have the requirements for the level and tone. What to express and what to discuss, there are requirements. In this case, it is indeed very difficult to write a gorgeous poem.

The poems I wrote for this Jinshi exam are narration first, then discussion, and eight sentences are written. The first four sentences are about the Olympic Games held in Chang'an last year; the last four sentences are about discussion, allowing scholars to discuss this matter.

It is not difficult to just look at the title. In total, scholars only write eight lines of poetry. But in fact, the shorter the ones are, the more difficult it is. The long-term discussion is easy to mix the number of words, while the short and concise ones need to examine the scholars' normal reading level.

When Wang Ping'an saw that Qiu Tingxuan had already made a draft, the front was about the grand occasion of the conference, and the back was about the people who were very happy. If such a racing event could be held every year, it would definitely make the people in the capital live a better life day by day.

Although it is just a draft and it must be revised, from a general perspective, it is still quite normal. As for official articles, what are given to the superiors, they are all written to be good and praise merits. Everyone has the same idea, and it depends on who wrote them better.

Wang Ping'an didn't say anything, but walked around again, looked at the drafts of other scholars, and after reading them around, they all had the same 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 the Jinshi was difficult to take the exam. Everyone has the same idea! You have the same idea, and I have the same idea. The level of level does not depend on the idea, but on the level of writing. There are so many frames in the text. It is too difficult to write a good poem that makes people shine.

After walking around this examination room, he didn't see Di Renjie. He followed the corridor to another examination room. This examination room was also a Jinshi, but he still didn't see Di Renjie. He had to leave this examination room and enter the next one. This time he entered the examination room, he saw Di Renjie at a glance.

Di Renjie sat next to the last table in the examination room, near the corridor, and the location was inconspicuous. It was estimated that this might have been deliberately arranged by the examiner Wailang. He knew that this person was Wang Ping'an's brother, so he arranged it here for him. If Xiao Di had a little strange thoughts and wanted to copy a note or something, sitting in this position would be more convenient!

Wang Ping'an did not go there immediately, but still looked at the drafts of the candidates one by one. The eight-line poem, although it is short, is a test for one day. It tests the literary talent of the scholars, not the urgent wisdom, so try to be as good as possible in terms of time, and the scholars have time to modify and modify.

Looking at each table, Wang Ping'an shook his head the more he looked at it. He was actually singing praises. Without exception, even if he was a proposition and poem, there was no need to be such a consistent answer. There were actually several scholars' drafts that recalled the past and looked at the present, which almost became a unified standard answer.

Slowly walking to Di Renjie, Di Renjie was very well-behaved and put his draft at the table without saying a word. He sat up straight, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, not looking at Wang Ping'an.

Wang Ping'an stood by the table, looked at Di Renjie's draft, and sighed in his heart, "I, my brother, want to say that he is not very good at writing poetry. He is actually a praise of merit, and the poems praising the prosperous Tang Dynasty are very ordinary. Along the way, there were at least twenty or thirty scholars who wrote better than him."

He kicked Di Renjie with his feet. When Di Renjie looked up, he immediately shook his head at him, which meant: "Just this, what do you want to be like? No matter how outstanding you do Story, it won't work like this. The ranking of Jinshi is not just about Story."

Di Renjie looked bitter and thought to himself: "What do you mean by brother? I said I didn't write well? I feel that I wrote pretty well. Even if I am revising it, it may not be much better than this draft!"

In history, Di Renjie did not take the Jinshi exam, but the Mingjing exam. Of course, he also had literary talent, but it was gradually revealed in his later career. He did not make a big splash in the exam room when he was a teenager.

Wang Ping'an glanced at the examination room and saw that no one was paying attention to him. He slowly bent down and reached out to write two words on the table. After writing, he winked at Di Renjie and asked him to write a poem again according to these two words.

Di Renjie bit his lip and thought to himself: "Price, what does this mean?"

Wang Ping'an straightened up and gently patted Di Renjie on the shoulder, thinking to himself: "Everyone praises merits, it is the same idea. As long as you change your mind and worry about the country and the people, even if this poem is of average level, it will stand out among countless test papers and make people shine. This is enough. Do you really expect to write a masterpiece of the past under the limitations of the frame and lines? You have not even written it, so you can save some effort!"

He walked out of the examination room with his hands behind his back and returned to the main hall.

When Chu Suiliang saw him come back, he smiled and said, "Let's see your brother. How is he doing poetry? You do poetry very well, but your brother may not be sure!"

The Minister of Rites and Wang Ping'an were not familiar with each other, so he did not dare to make such an unlucky joke. He was careful and said, "Your Majesty, even if your brother is not as talented as you, as long as you have 10% of yours, he will be too arrogant."

Wang Ping'an laughed twice, swallowed his saliva, and said solemnly: "Mr. Chu, you really underestimate my brother. If you don't believe the poems he wrote, you will go and take a look in two quarters of an hour. See how he can do it, and you will surely illuminate your eyes."

Chu Suiliang shook his head gently, not believing it in his heart. Wang Ping'an's brother was Di Renjie. He knew it. He had seen it, but he had never cared about it. There was no reason. Di Renjie really had no outstanding features, at least in his eyes, no outstanding features. An ordinary young man would only live behind Wang Ping'an's butt.

The three of them stopped talking and waited quietly in the main hall. After about two quarters of an hour, Chu Suiliang did not move, but the Minister of Rites stood up and said, "Go and go and go and go and go and go and go and take a look at the direction." As he said that, he left the main hall and looked at the direction. It was the Jinshi class he went to.

Chu Suiliang looked at his back and said, "He went to see your brother's poem, that poem that shines in front of the eyes."

Wang Ping'an said: "When he comes back, he will be shaking, his eyes are dull, and he will feel dizzy."

"Why is this?" Chu Suiliang was stunned.

Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "He was so dazzling. The poem was so dazzling and naturally shining. He was naturally dazzled."

Chu Suiliang snorted. He wanted to get up and go around, but after hearing Wang Ping'an's words, he sat still and had to wait for the Minister of Rites to come back to see if he would be dazzled.

After a long time, the Minister of Rites came back, lowered his head and nodded as he walked, and seemed to be mumbling something. When he entered the main hall, Chu Suiliang asked, "How, have you ever been dazzled? Is the eyes hurt by that radiant poem?"

The Minister of Rites was slightly stunned and shook his head and said, "The eyes were stinging? No! However, that poem was written well. Regardless of the writing style, it is unique and unique in terms of the idea alone!"

Chu Suiliang yelled and said, "Is that so, I'm going to take a look, what's going on!" This time he could no longer sit still, so he also walked out of the main hall with his hands behind his back and walked towards the Jinshi class.

The Minister of Rites raised his thumbs up at Wang Ping'an and said, "If you have a brother, you will have a brother. If you have a literary talent... it is far inferior to the prince. But in terms of intention, it is really unexpected!"

Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "Let's wait a moment and see the expression of Lord Chu's return.

When Chu Suiliang entered the Jinshi class, he would never rush to Di Renjie to read poetry, which was too revealing his behavior. Like Wang Ping'an, he walked slowly and went to read poetry one by one.

At this time, many talented scholars had already written poems and copied them on the test paper. The poems that Chu Suiliang saw were slightly higher than those seen by Wang Ping'an.

Chu Suiliang had just read a few songs and felt that it was OK, but the more he read, the tighter his brows frowned, thinking: "It's not that good, it's similar. When it comes to flattery, their level is too poor, at least far worse than mine!"
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