"Search for ancient poems about reading at night by candlelight."
The system prompts: "Fifty points of hatred need to be consumed. Are the host sure to search?"
"Sure!"
"bite!"
Another poem popped up.
Night reading.
The names of the poems are the same as the exam questions.
Moreover, it was written by Tang Yin, also known as Tang Bohu, a famous figure in the Ming Dynasty.
At night, I lie down on my pillow and think carefully, and the night is long when I lie alone with a broken lamp leaking out.
I think deeply that my hair on my temples will turn gray over time, and I don’t know when my belt will turn yellow.
People say that you will jump three times after death, but I want to do one while alive.
When the name is unknown, the heart is immortal, and I turn on the light to read the article.
Lu Fang wrote it directly on the examination paper.
Fortunately, the middle-aged man next to him was highly short-sighted, otherwise, seeing Lu Fang write like this, he would have blinded him.
Anyway, the child on Lu Fang's right was dumbfounded.
Seeing Lu Fang finish the poem in less than two minutes, he stood up and immediately stopped thinking.
He tilted his head and looked at Lu Fang blankly.
The invigilator was also stunned, and then said to Lu Fang: "Sit down quickly! You are not allowed to leave for any reason during the exam!"
He probably thought that Lu Fang wanted to go out for convenience.
Lu Fang shook his head and chuckled: "I have already written it."
After that, he walked out of the examination room.
All the candidates in the examination room couldn't help but look at him.
It was exactly the same as the child's expression.
Is this done?
Does this guy not have to think?
The invigilator, who was a junior official in the yamen, watched Lu Fang walk out of the examination room and quickly walked to Lu Fang's seat. He lowered his head to look at the paper and his expression changed suddenly.
He didn't have much knowledge. He was just a scholar in the provincial examination a few years ago, and then found a position as a minor official in You County, and never took the imperial examination again.
But he could still see the gold content of these two poems.
It can be called a masterpiece passed down from generation to generation.
If it spreads, it will definitely become famous in the poetry circle of Dayu.
The county magistrate’s younger brother is actually so talented in poetry?
If he had known about Lu Fang's collection of poems written in Ningyuan County, he would certainly not be so surprised.
outside the house.
Lu Fang, who had just left the examination room, received the admiration value prompt from the system, but did not take it seriously.
Because of "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio", the system would prompt for adoration value almost every minute. There were all kinds of names, and unless they were familiar names, he wouldn't pay attention at all.
Back to the backyard.
Chen Youxi and Zhu'er were naturally surprised when they saw him coming out so quickly.
Zhu'er said: "Master, why are you back now? You don't have any reference, do you?"
Lu Fang smiled proudly, "What are you talking about? With your young master and my literary talent, it's not easy to write two poems?"
Seeing him like this, Zhu'er nodded happily, "Young Master is the best!"
Then he said: "Jiang Zimo is back."
"Um?"
Lu Fang was slightly stunned, "He's back? Where is he?"
Zhu'er curled her lips and said, "I've been back for more than an hour, and I'm sleeping in the room!"
Lu Fang nodded to Chen Youxi, then walked out of the backyard and walked towards the side yard.
Jiang Zimo, Lao Xiao, Lao He and Xu Fu all lived here.
At this moment, Lao Xiao and Lao He were also in the yard.
When he saw Lu Fang coming in, he asked the same question as Zhu'er.
Lu Fang also gave the same reply, then walked to the door of Jiang Zimo's room and opened the door.
Inside, Jiang Zimo was lying on the bed with his back stretched out, snoring loudly.
Lu Fang walked to the bed and patted him awake.
Jiang Zimo opened his eyes drowsily.
As expected, he brushed up some hatred points for Lu Fang, then rubbed his eyes and shouted: "Master Lu."
Lu Fang said: "Why did it take you so long to come back? What news did you find out?"
Speaking of this, Jiang Zimo's face was full of depression, "Don't mention it, I went to Hutou Mountain where the red lady lives. The lady seemed to know that we would send someone there. They almost found out as soon as I went up the mountain. From the beginning to the end.
I was stared at, so I had a hard time running down the mountain last night."
He left Hutou Mountain late last night. After coming down from the mountain, he was really sleepy. Thinking that the county gate must be closed, he spent the whole night on the field ridge.
The mosquito almost bit him to death.
I barely slept all night.
Seeing his depressed look, Lu Fang couldn't help but find it a little funny, "I thought you died outside."
"Just them?"
Jiang Zimo pouted and said, "You want my life too?"
This statement obviously contains a great element of bragging.
Then he sat up suddenly and said to Lu Fang with a smile: "But Mr. Lu, I actually got some news last night. It was at the door of the red lady."
"What news?"
"The red lady and the guys on her hilltop are remnants of the previous dynasty, and she also has some kind of teacher. She might be some big shot from the previous dynasty."
"hey-hey."
"Master Lu, this news should be useful, right?"
He looked at Lu Fang eagerly.
Apparently he was still thinking about the hundred taels of hard work Lu Fang promised.
Lu Fang was really surprised.
Is the Red Lady a remnant of the previous dynasty?
He stared at Jiang Zimo, "Is it absolutely true?"
Jiang Zimo nodded vigorously, "I was lying at the door and listening. It was very true, absolutely correct."
Lu Fang frowned.
Although I don't know if my identity as the son of the Prince of Zhengzhou is true, but it must be related to the remnants of the previous dynasty.
Nowadays, the Red Lady is also a remnant of the previous dynasty, so isn’t she a fellow traveler?
This matter must be told to Lu Liang and let him make up his mind.
Lu Fang immediately turned around and walked outside.
"Master Lu."
Jiang Zimo called him to stop.
Lu Fang turned around.
Jiang Zimo rubbed his fingers and said with a flattering smile, "Does this count as meritorious service?"
Only then did Lu Fang remember what he had promised him.
He took out a hundred-tael banknote from his wallet and put it directly into Jiang Zimo's hand, saying: "It's hard to say whether this news is useful or not. I'll tell my brother first."
Jiang Zimo was naturally a little disappointed.
Isn't it hopeless to be an official?
Watching Lu Fang go out, he sighed heavily and lay on the bed again.
Lu Fang didn't even bother to say hello to Lao Xiao and Lao He, so he left the courtyard directly and went to Lu Liang's office.
At this moment, Lu Liang had not gone to inspect the examination room. When he saw Lu Fang pushing the door open and coming in, he asked: "You came out now? Did you do well in the exam?"
He still had great confidence in Lu Fang's poetic talent.
Lu Fang nodded, closed the door with a solemn expression, and walked to Lu Liang, "Jiang Zimo is back."
Lu Liang was about to nod and say that he knew, when he heard Lu Fang say again: "He said that the Red Lady's group in Hutou Mountain are remnants of the previous dynasty. Moreover, there is a teacher with a good background."
"really?"
Lu Liang's expression suddenly changed.
Lu Fang nodded again.
Lu Liang frowned and said nothing.
Half a moment.
Lu Fang asked aloud: "So, do they count as our fellow travelers? Will Hutou Mountain still be suppressed?"
Lu Liang shook his head, "No matter what kind of righteous people they are, they cannot be suppressed."
"But how can we accomplish the task of suppressing the bandits?" Lu Fang asked again.
Lu Liang suddenly raised his head and looked directly into Lu Fang's eyes, his expression more serious than ever before, "Xiao Fang, I really want to revive the prestige of our Zhengzhou County Prince's Palace. However, the glory of our Zhengzhou County Prince's Palace was given by the late emperor. We cannot restore it for the late emperor."
Shanhe, we are already ashamed of him. No matter what, I will never use the blood of these martyrs to restore the honor of our Zhengzhou County Prince's Mansion! I hope you can do the same. We can't touch these martyrs on our hands.