Bai Song had seen countless beauties, but when he saw the young man in front of him, he blushed uncontrollably.
I have to admit, this little girl has such an impressive growth, even a man is attractive to her.
Seeing Bai Song's glaring eyes, the other party frowned inadvertently, a bit reproachfully: "Where are you from?"
This voice is slightly masculine and relatively normal. It seems that this person has some experience pretending to be a man.
Bai Song quickly retracted his attention and pretended to hold his hand: "I am Bai Song, a person from Youzhou. Don't you know the name of the young master?"
"In the next Yu season, people from the capital."
Yu Ji?
Is your real name not Yu Ji?
Playing with homophones and pretending to be like me!
Bai Song was secretly convinced, but he didn't point it out.
After saying a few words, the sense of surprise of first meeting was lost.
Whether he is a boy or a girl has nothing to do with him.
Bai Song continued to point to the literati who came out in front: "May I ask Mr. Yu, why did those students in front leave in anger?"
"You don't know anything?"
“I just came to Chang’an and signed up right away, so I didn’t know everything.”
Yu Ji looked Bai Song up and down, and then said: "If you want to enter Yongxing Academy, you must pass the exam. These people left in anger, so they naturally failed the exam."
"So many people failed the exam?"
"Mr. Bosch's school is not easy to get into. In the past few days, a thousand people have signed up, and less than one-tenth of them can pass."
"What about those who have recommendations? Do they need to take a test?"
"Everyone here has a recommendation! But recommendation is nothing more than having the qualification to take the exam. No matter who wants to join Mr. Boshi, he must take the exam. Even if the prince comes, it will be the same."
Bai Song was stunned: "So many people have recommendations?"
"It's natural!"
Yu Ji saw that Bai Song didn't know anything and looked at him suspiciously: "Do you have a letter of recommendation?"
"some."
Bai Song took out the recommendation letter he had got early in the morning.
Yu Ji opened it suspiciously and looked at it, suddenly showing surprise, his bright eyes widened, it was so beautiful.
"Were you recommended by Princess Runan?"
Bai Song smiled and nodded.
Yu Ji cupped his hands in front of Bai Song Gong, as if he was looking the other way, and kept saying, "Disrespectful, disrespectful."
Just as he was talking, a person in front shouted: "Brother, what are you talking about? It's finally our turn to take the exam. Hurry in!"
That was a boy who looked just like Yu Ji's man. He was obviously smaller, and his features were more resolute. He was not as evil as Yu Ji, but he was still a handsome little boy.
Comparing the two, it was obvious that the one calling me brother should be a man.
At this time, the people inside the academy dispersed, and the remaining hundreds of people outside poured into the academy to wait for the exam.
Bai Song followed the flow of people in and handed over his recommendation letter at the door. The people in the academy read it and then let him in.
When we arrived at the academy, we faced a spacious courtyard paved with pebbles. The gaps between the stones were covered with moss, making it a bit slippery to walk on.
There were hundreds of desks in the courtyard. In the middle, a young official wearing the official uniform of Wenshu Monastery shouted: "After all candidates enter, find a seat and wait quietly. Do not whisper to each other, otherwise they will be cleared."
Bai Song found a seat nearby and sat down. On the desk were the pens, inks, papers and inkstones he needed.
"Mr. Bai!" A familiar voice appeared next to him, and it turned out to be Cui Xing who was saying goodbye at Qingfeng Gang.
Bai Song was also overjoyed and cupped his hands towards the other party.
Cui Xing also made a silent gesture, and then made a drinking gesture, indicating that he would drink after the exam.
Bai Song nodded.
As the candidates found their seats one after another, the scene gradually became quiet.
The pace of the exam was very fast. After everyone was quiet, the previous Wenshu Monastery official said: "Today's exam is different from the imperial examination. There is no limit to the questions. Since everyone has recommendations from famous people, it is natural that you must have some useful poems.
I invite you all to write the best poems in your life. Each person is limited to one poem. Let’s start writing now.”
When they heard the question, everyone was stunned for a moment. This was the first time they encountered such an unrestricted question.
Because there are no limits, it seems to have become the biggest restriction for everyone.
Because there is only one poem that can represent the highest level of oneself, untalented people do not hesitate to put pen to paper immediately, because these people have never written two decent poems in their lives.
Some talented people are now in a dilemma. Which of their previous poems are more representative?
At this time, the most troubled person was Bai Song. He didn't care whose poem he copied, but whether he should copy it or write it himself.
Copying poems is easy, but I am afraid of causing a sensation and causing unnecessary trouble.
If I write it myself, I’m afraid my level is not good enough. If I get rejected in the first round, wouldn’t it be very shameful?
After thinking about it, Bai Song couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied when he thought about his failure in the imperial examination in Jixian County.
As soon as I thought about this, I started writing it down.
This is the first round of exams. Only 20 people were selected from more than 100 people. They had gone through four rounds of exams before, and there were still 80 people waiting in front.
Time is tight, and there are only a few minutes for more than a hundred candidates.
Before Bai Song had finished writing, a young scholar came over to mark the paper.
Several scholars were about the same age as the candidates, but they were all complacent, scanning each test paper nonchalantly, and then kept repeating three words: "unqualified."
Occasionally, a "qualified" voice is heard, and it immediately attracts everyone's attention.
"Unqualified!"
"Why? Why are you not qualified? Who do you think you are?!"
Finally, a small conflict broke out.
One candidate was dissatisfied and questioned the other person's judgment.
"Are you not convinced?"
"I just don't accept it."
"Okay, let everyone comment on your song "Chang'an Beginning of Summer".
After the rain at the beginning of summer in Chang'an, the summer weather will begin as soon as it clears.
The small leaves on the balcony are holly, and the windows on the shaded walls are covered in northern blue.
Comfortable and refreshing as you walk in the morning, refreshing as you sit leisurely in the cool breeze in the evening.
Why don't you come to the mountain road now, and everything will be beautiful, and everyone will be safe."
"puff……"
"Hahaha……"
The whole room burst into laughter. The only ugliness of this poem was that it was arty, half-vulgar, half-elegant, and incomprehensible. Bai Song felt so embarrassed that he almost had cancer.
"You...you all shut up! Who dares to laugh! Do you know who wrote this poem? This! This was written by my grandfather Cheng Zhijie! If you dare to make such a joke, see if I don't sue my grandfather!"
Good guy, if you admit in public that you plagiarized your work, the person who plagiarized it will be even more embarrassed.
Cheng Zhijie, Cheng Yaojin!
Be good!
The young man grading the paper wiped his sweat and said that he thought the poem was a bit weird, a bit like an old man being arty. This made perfect sense.
"Ahem..."
The presiding official coughed twice in embarrassment: "This... all candidates cannot borrow other people's work! I believe this candidate will not borrow other people's work. You go out first and come back to the exam next time."
How is it possible to admit that this is the work of General Cheng Yaojin?
If word of this gets out and the Demon King loses face, the entire academy may be demolished.
With such an interlude, occasionally one or two relatively good poems appeared and were read out in public.
Bai Song didn't care about anything else. He was writing it now, and his scalp was almost torn off.
Seeing the grading scholar walking behind him, Bai Song finally wrote the last sentence.
The scholar glanced at it and smiled contemptuously. The word "no" was already on his lips, but he suddenly became confused again.
Then read it out loud, not too big or too small.
"Iron-armored Changge is so powerful that once it comes out of the water, it will be loaded into the dish.
The eight legs are intertwined with the color of morning glow, and the two claws hold up the red flame light."
After saying four sentences, there were gentle chuckles all around. I thought to myself, isn't this just a doggerel about crabs?
There is no artistic conception at all, no literary flavor, and nothing but rhyme.
Writing poetry is not just for the sake of rhyming. If you read such a poem, you are probably not deliberately trying to attract ridicule, right?
But the young man who was marking the papers did not stop and continued to read based on the previous four sentences:
"The fragrance of yellow chrysanthemums dissipates the heat of summer, and the green smoke of green ants warms the coolness of autumn.
There is no longitude or latitude in the pleasures of life, so why fear the East China Sea for ginger soup!"
With the next four games, Bai Song's crab poem is complete.
At this time, the previous sneers had disappeared without knowing when, and only pairs of surprised eyes remained.
The two good-looking brothers from before also turned around. They were whispering to each other. They didn't know what they were talking about, but the look in their eyes when they looked at Bai Song changed.
Suddenly, the official of Wenshu Monastery sitting in the center clapped his hands softly: "You are so happy and have no latitude and longitude in your life, why should you be afraid of changing the East China Sea for ginger soup! You can write a limerick to express the unruly and unrestrained literati who are not bound by fame and fortune.
, fearless of life and death! It is really a rare and good poem! Who is the author? Who recommended it?"
The scholar who reviewed the papers said: "Youzhou Bai Song Dynasty, recommended by Princess Runan."
"Youzhou Bai Song? It turns out that you are the strange Bai Song who was included in the "New Kao Gong Ji"! Favored by the princess, a scholar specially approved by the Minister of Industry. Rumor has it that you are not good at poetry and only know some strange skills.
I saw it today and the rumors are wrong! This crab poem must be the best today."
The crab poem of the Bai Song Dynasty was approved by the officials of Wenshu Monastery. It was a rare honor, and it instantly attracted a burst of envy.
Cui Xing on the side whispered to Bai Song: "Mr. Bai, you hide your secrets deeply!"
Not far away, Yu Ji cupped his hands and gave a thumbs up.
Bai Song smiled shyly and felt very happy. Today's work was entirely his own.
Damn those Eight Families and Three Hundred Songs, I can turn over on my own!
It feels so good!
Bai Song raised his hands coquettishly: "Am I qualified now?"
"If you pass, go to the inner courtyard and wait for a while. There are still three rounds of exams."
"There are three more rounds of exams?" Bai Song was greatly surprised.
"Do you think it will be so easy to be under Mr. Bosch's apprenticeship? This year, there were only fifteen people recruited. You passed the first round, and you only entered the top 100."
Bai Song wiped his sweat and thought, why is this academy so difficult to take the exam? It is even worse than the imperial examination.
I wonder what else will happen next?
[The author has something to say]
Regarding this crab poem, I saw it on the Internet. It is said to be written by a netizen. I was shocked when I first saw it. It is really well written. However, some people said that it was written by ancient people, but I checked it out.
I can't find it. In my mind, the Bai Song Dynasty can rely on its own literature and ancient people. It would be great if there are readers who like to write poetry to provide some materials. Hahaha.
