Can't write poetry?

Lord Cui looked at the young man in front of him and felt a little regretful.

During the palace examination in Jiwei year, two people tied for the top spot.

Therefore, the examiner requested His Majesty to decide the top scorer.

Today, it is based on poetry and prose to determine the outcome, which is why the top scholar at that time was decided.

This matter has only been a few years since now.

When Cui Zhifu saw Zhao Ce, he was very plastic and his writing was very capable and sophisticated.

I thought he was a student since childhood.

But I didn’t expect that, according to what he said, I just studied seriously for about that year?

Lord Cui said with some regret: "I think you are good at learning. I originally wanted to point out things on the spot and let you write a new poem."

"It seems that this is not possible..."

Zhao Ce complained to the crime and said, "Students are not talented."

Lord Cui took a look at the answer sheet in his hand again.

This result deserves a good ranking...

But if you fail the exam today, the ranking will definitely be reduced.

Lord Cui said unwillingly: "Forget it, it's really hard for elementary school students like you who have just taken the imperial examination."

"If you have any poems you have written under your guidance in the past, you can also recite one for me to listen to."

"I'll see how good your poetry writing is."

Zhao Ce thought, there was nothing he could do about this.

In order to pass the imperial examination, all scholars in the Ming Dynasty focused on writing scriptures.

But the higher this goes, the higher the requirements are.

After all, eight-legged essays and eight-legged essays are all opposites.

Those who can write eight-legged essays can still make up a few poems even if they are forced to make up from the Four Books and Five Classics.

It is not good to say that I have never written a poem.

Zhao Ce had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Mr. Master, students should do their best."

Lord Cui seemed a little satisfied and touched his chin beard.

Although he said that he would ask Zhao Ce to think of a poem written under the guidance of his husband before, it was not a limerick.

Zhao Ce flipped through his mind, but there was no suitable poem.

What can be used now...

Zhao Ce said without blushing and his heart was not beating: "Sir, the poem that students want to read was written by the student under the guidance of a friend."

Lord Cui nodded, thinking of a primary school student who participated in the mansion examination.

Still a farmer.

No matter how powerful this friend is, he is a juren who has to die.

Among the juren in their city, there are indeed a few who write good poems.

I don't know who taught him.

Just as I was thinking, I heard Zhao Ce start to recite.

"The nine provinces are angry and rely on the wind and thunder, and thousands of horses are silenced and sad."

When Lord Cui heard the first two sentences, his eyes lit up.

What a majestic atmosphere!

Then he heard Zhao Ce continue, "I advise God to shake off his strength and to surrender people without any restrictions."

Hiss ~

Lord Cui shook his hand holding the answer sheet.

Is this what he said that he doesn’t know how to write poetry?

"The nine provinces are angry and rely on the wind and thunder, and thousands of horses are silenced. I advise the heavens to shake themselves up and bring talents without any restrictions."

He chewed it carefully and put down the paper that was almost wrinkled by him.

Looking at the respectful young man in front of him, Lord Cui controlled his body that was excited to jump up.

After taking a sip of tea and calming my mind.

Lord Cui's voice was also excited.

"Who is your friend?"

"Can you actually guide you to write such a poem?"

Zhao Ce gently pulled the corner of his mouth.

How could he tell me the reason for this out of nothing?

He could only say vaguely: "Sir, my friend's surname is Gong, but he is just a idling cloud and wild crane."

"I guided the students to write two poems and went to the mountains and rivers."

——Mr. Gong, I'm sorry...

You are not born yet, I have created such a friend out of nothing and stole your poems...

Lord Cui recalled quickly in his heart.

"Secretly Gong?"

It seems that few people in their palace have this surname!

I have to find someone to check where the talented man is.

He can actually guide a primary school student to write such a grand poem.

Lord Cui came to his senses and praised: "Qianlong hid the market."

"Your friend teaches you well, and the poems you write are good."

“It’s really good.”

He picked up the brush and drew a circle on Zhao Ce's question and answer sheet.

"You must have won this, and you'll be able to wait for the results."

After receiving the words of the prefect Cui, Zhao Ce was delighted.

The county and government tests are not sealed.

This directly knew on the spot that I won or not, and it was indeed less painful to wait for the list.

After Zhao Ce thanked him, he took his own things to the dragon gate.

After he left.

Lord Cui couldn't help but silence the poem he had just read.

“It’s really good…”

"A Confucian boy who participated in the palace examination for the first time was able to write such a poem under the guidance of others."

Lord Cui couldn't help but read it a few more times.

"This Zhao Ce is 19 years old this year."

"I'm not saying that I'm late in the morning, but I've been staying up for two years in the middle."

"After such an experience, I actually performed so well after participating in the imperial examination for the first time."

"If I had started the lunar calendar earlier, wouldn't I have become a prodigy?"

Lord Cui looked at the poem and his thoughts continued to roll.

If Zhao Ce had a better background, his family would invite him a good gentleman early.

With him like this, after less than a year of studying, he had the talent to be a student.

Even if he participated in the imperial examination at the age of twelve or thirteen, he won the student in one fell swoop.

He is the next famous child prodigy!

“What a pity…”

Lord Cui smacked his lips.

The second one is Li Dongyang...

How could it be so easy?
To be continued...