Jiang Han said loudly: "The great roc rises with the wind in one day, soaring up to 90,000 miles. If the wind stops, it can still shake the water."

As soon as these four sentences came out, everyone was inspired.

It is not to say how shocking these four lines of poetry are, but the huge images depicted in the poem are shocking.

"He compared himself to the great repent, thinking that he would eventually soar up to 90,000 miles?" Princess Ning Yue's expression was still quiet, but her eyes were slightly moved, as if a clear pool was blown by the wind, waving out the waves.

"The world always sneered when I see me, and when I hear my big words, I sneered."

Jiang Han looked at Zhen Xuezheng, with a little joke on his tone, and said, "The Confucian and the sage can still fear the younger generation, but the husband should not be young!"

The last sentence fell and the square suddenly fell into a brief silence.

Everyone looked at each other with different expressions.

Zhen Xuezheng's face was blue and black, and she was extremely strange.

Si Qi couldn't help but burst into laughter and said, "Jiang Han's mouth is really good! No wonder scholars are all in black! Zhen Xuezheng makes things difficult for him, so he writes poems to mock Zhen Xuezheng. Even the Confucian sages said that young people are terrifying, but as a husband, you can despise young people."

Princess Ning Yue's tone was still cold and cold: "It's really hard to pretend for him. She has been pretending to be a playboy for so many years."

Si Qi's eyes were spinning: "So he was a playboy? Now he finally can't pretend to be?"

Since Jiang Han raised the cauldron just now, many people have watched, all standing at a distance.

When hearing this poem, the students of the Imperial Academy looked strange in their faces, and they could only bear it, but the noble children couldn't help but start to talk.

"What a good poem! Jiang Han can really write poems!"

"Jiang Han actually dared to write poems to mock Zhen Xuezheng, he is really brave!"

"Zhen Xuezheng has also taught for more than ten years, but today he was ridiculed by a playboy writing a poem."

Zhen Xuezheng's face was as gloomy as thunder. He had been teaching in the Taixue Institute for decades. Wouldn't he know that this poem is excellent?

But this poem was written to mock myself!

Although the last two sentences are simple, the ridicule is full of sarcasm. The Confucian sages can still fear the younger generation, and the husband cannot be young...

Comparing him with the Confucian Saint and then putting on a tone of educating yourself is extremely hateful!

Zhen Xuezheng looked at Jiang Han with anger and said, "What an arrogant boy! How dare you write poems and laugh at me, OK, OK, I want to see how you soared up to 90,000 miles!"

Yin Lushan next to him couldn't help but look strange, thinking that Zhen Dao was born in a jubilant way, but he was so poetic by a child.

However, when you appreciate this poem, you feel that the aftertaste is long, especially the last two sentences, whoever is on them will be furious.

Yin Lushan smiled and advised, "Zhen Xuezheng, don't be angry because of this. If this incident alarms the Lord of the Fu, wouldn't it be your fault? Even if the Lord of the Fu, it would be a bad reputation for Zhen Xuezheng when it was reported. Outsiders are afraid that Zhen Xuezheng has no mind."

Zhen Xue's face was gloomy and calm, and finally snorted heavily, looking at Jiang Han and cursed: "Arrogant and arrogant man!"

Turning around and leaving the square.

"Jiang Han, after passing the assessment, can be awarded the title of Tongsheng! From today on, he will become a student of the Imperial College." Yin Lushan said loudly.

As soon as this was said, the nobles around him seemed to be in a panic.

"This Jiang Han actually became a student at the Imperial Academy!"

"It's too much of a joke to give him the literary position of Tong Sheng like this!"

"Children's play? Who can deal with those two questions? Is that last poem not good?"

"In my opinion, this poem is enough to leave the county, and can even reach the point of circumference. You must know that even a child may not be able to write a poem of leaving the county."

Yin Lushan frowned and said to the students behind him: "Please invite those people out of the Imperial Academy, what is it like to be clamoring?"

"Yes!" The student in Qingshan left and invited all the noble children in the square out of the Imperial Academy. The scene suddenly became much quieter.

Yin Lushan looked at Jiang Han and admired him more and more. This son was very talented and had a peerless poetic talent. Unfortunately, His Majesty gave him a marriage to the princess, so he lost the qualification to become an official, otherwise he would have a bright future.

"Jiang Han, follow me to enter the Literature Academy."

"Yes." Jiang Han nodded.

...

The Duke of Song Dynasty.

He Xiu ran back in a hurry: "Father, father, something happened!"

He Liansong shouted, "What do you look like when you are panicked? Those who achieve great things will not change their faces when they collapse in front of you. Do you think you look like someone who does great things?"

"Yes, father." He Xiu looked ashamed, and after sorting out his clothes, he said, "Father, Jiang Han has really passed the exam for Tongsheng!"

"What?" He Liansong frowned and said, "To be careful, how did he pass the exam."

He Xiu told all the things that happened in the Imperial Academy today: "Father, this playboy not only raised the three-legged tripod, calmly answered the arithmetic questions, but also wrote a poem to mock Zhen Xuezheng. We are misunderstood! Jiang Han is a playboy who pretended to be!"

He Liansong frowned, but then Panasonic smiled faintly, "If he pretends to be a playboy, it's the best."

He Xiu looked puzzled: "Father, what were you talking about? Now that Jiang Han has entered the Imperial Academy and has a literary position, if he makes a name for himself in the future, wouldn't it be even more difficult to shake the Duke of Wei's Mansion?"

He Liansong said lightly: "After entering the Taixue Cathedral, I will enter the Taixue Cathedral. If this man is really a playboy who is pretending to be a playboy, it will be even more beneficial to us. A playboy who has been pretending to be a playboy for more than ten years and has outstanding talents in Confucianism and Taoism, how can that person be relieved?"

He Xiu's eyes lit up and he suddenly realized: "It would be fine if there is a great martial artist in the Duke of Wei's Mansion. If there is another Confucian and Taoist genius, Your Majesty will definitely be deeply afraid! Maybe he will do it himself."

He Liansong stood up, carried his hands on his back, and pondered: "I won't let that person take it seriously, but I can't say it in the future."

He Xiu said: "Father, what do you want me to do next?"

He Liansong shook his head and said, "You don't have to worry about this for the time being, I have other plans."

...

The Wen Academy is located in the center of the Taixue Prefecture, also known as the Confucian Saint Temple. It worships the Confucian Saint who created Confucian Taoism.

Jiang Han followed Yinlu Mountain and walked on the bluestone road, feeling infinite emotion.

After the child passed the exam, he took the first step to Confucianism and Taoism.

"Jiang Han, after entering here, relax your body and mind, worship the saints and receive the spiritual cleansing." Yin Xuezheng instructed.

"Thank you, Lord Xuezheng, Jiang Han knows."

Jiang Han walked in easily through the main entrance of the Wenyuan Courtyard. The palace was covered with yellow banners, with many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, and in front was a statue of a saint.

There are tributes on the incense table, and the incense is rippling.

Jiang Han looked at the calligraphy and paintings, and the words recorded on it were all holy words.

Yin Xuezheng first asked Jiang Han to stand in front of the statue, then unfolded a piece of yellow paper and recited the "Sacrificial Essay of Saints": "Compare the saints, the highest spirit, the highest virtues are eternal, and the sacrifices are for generations, and the masters of one's place are powerful, and the weight of all surnames is great, and the grace is great. Hede is in front of the saint..."
Chapter completed!