The primary school student looked at Li Chunfang and sighed deeply. How come you, the person who dares to steal the protagonist's lines, won?
However, just such a sigh caused eighty-one kinds of changes in Dongzhu Li's heart instantly.
We can't blame Dongzhu Li for being sensitive. The provincial examination is really too torture for scholars.
Then when Li Chunfang was about to lose his temper, Qin Dewei recited a poem leisurely: "The autumn wind Yu Han knows the southern map, and the unique path of Cangming is Weigu. A generation of literary talents is as good as Baixue, and the people in the six counties are envious of Li Zhu."
Everyone is a cultured person, so from what this means, you should also be successful?
And it’s true, the main purpose of the primary school students today is really to write poems, but the works are too rubbish.
It was great that he had won. Li Chunfang was a little excited and didn't know how to release her hands.
Then there were only two people left at this table. Shen Kun and Wu Chengen from Huai'an also lived in Qin Dewei's house, so they had a close relationship.
Qin Dewei turned his head again and recited a poem to Shen Kun, who was also the future No. 1 scholar: "When the osmanthus branches are broken, the trees should be cultivated, and the clouds will be hoed to take care of the heart. From now on, when Kinmen presents a poem, I like to see the reputation of the verb forest."
Done! Shen Kun's face suddenly became happy and he returned the gift to Qin Dewei. Even the word "Zhe Gui" appeared, he definitely won!
Although the poem is still rubbish, it doesn’t matter anymore, Shen Kun doesn’t care!
At this time, everyone in the restaurant was in an uproar!
You should know that more than 3,100 candidates participated in the Nanzhili Township Examination for the undergraduate program, and the admission quota was 135. The admission rate was only 4%!
But among the four people at this table, three have already won!
Under the expectant gaze of the last person at the table, Wu Chengen, Qin Dewei slowly chanted to Wu Chengen:
"The world of mortals disturbs the wanderers, but the clear autumn light isolates the east and west. The wind is trying to seize the dream of drowning the river, and the garden pavilion is a place to stop Zhang Han's thoughts.
The people stand on the small bridge, the mountains look far away, the horses penetrate the deep willows and the moonlight shines late. I chant a poem from the south of the Yangtze River in front of the stream, and stay with Wu Sheng to say goodbye."
"Okay!" Someone immediately praised loudly, and everyone said yes.
That's right! The primary school students just spent a long time just making up words and numbers. After listening to it for a long time, they felt like vomiting, but there was a decent piece of work!
Wait, something seems wrong?
Feng Ping wants to seize Jiang Yanmeng, does this mean that he failed?
It's embarrassing, it's embarrassing.
Wu Chengen, who was only in his twenties, burst into tears. If he failed, just fail. After all, the admission rate of 4% was too low. Failure was normal, but everyone actually applauded him for failing!
Moreover, in this table, he was the only one who failed, which was really humiliating. Wu Chengen felt that he could not stay any longer, so he stood up and wanted to leave.
"Old Wu, don't leave!" Li Chunfang and Shen Kun quickly grabbed Wu Cheng'en and coaxed him back.
Mr. Zeng shouted to Qin Dewei: "You just reported the news, what are you doing?"
Seeing Wu Chengen who was almost in tears, Qin Dewei was also very sad. He didn't expect this!
If you treat those who win the exam carefully and treat those who fail the exam perfunctorily, wouldn't you appear to be a snobbish person who follows the trend?
That's why he deliberately went against the grain and took the people who failed the list more seriously, so that he could show his extraordinary ancient style!
Who would have thought that the live performance would be a bit out of control!
Qin Dewei had no choice but to change his plan, so he had no choice but to break the jar and break it.
Suddenly, Wang Shizhen and his father Wang Yan were found in the restaurant, and he recited a poem to Wang Yan: "The sound of books in the past few generations has added great pens, and the writings of thousands of years have been worthy of the dynasty. The most beautiful thing is that the sun is shining brightly in the southern capital. I like your clothes and clothes."
Xian Biao."
"Okay!" All the friends around him cheered. This must be a win! Good thing!
Wait? Why should primary school students applaud such a depressing poem? Is this disgusting and played by everyone?
The primary school student must have done this on purpose! It’s so bad! He deserves a beating! He deserves a beating!
Qin Dewei was depressed and felt a little lost. He felt that he was not in the limelight at all today and that his good poems could not be published. It was really unpredictable.
He had never thought before that all the people who were close to him and looking for him to live in a house, except the author of "Journey to the West" named Wu, were all on the list.
Even Akira Fengqiao, a man who was unknown in later generations and whom Wen Zhengming introduced to seek help, was successful!
Other people I don’t know take the initiative to donate poems for no reason or reason.
Qin Dewei moved a spoon and sat next to Mr. Zeng. He kept sighing and said to himself: "How come they all got hit? Many poems were thrown into my hands, but I only gave one to my friend Wu."
Mr. Zeng: ""Is this still human language?
At this time, the restaurant suddenly became lively, and people started coming in and out constantly.
No need to ask, the list must have been posted at the entrance of the government office, and the people who crowded in to see the list came one after another to report the situation!
Suddenly some families are happy and some are sad, which is wrong. Some families should be happy and others are sad. After all, the cruel admission rate of 4% is here.
There were more than a hundred people sitting on the two floors of the restaurant, and in the end there were not a few more people who passed the exam.
Qin Dewei's attention was later focused on the second-generation local writers next to him. Xie Shaonan, the son of an older generation of talented people, was successful, and Xu Gu, the son of the hermit Xu Long, was successful.
But the two sons of the four great families in Jinling, Zhu Yuefan and Wang Fengyuan, failed this time!
He didn't know Zhu Yuefan, but he knew Wang Fengyuan well! Qin Dewei stood up decisively, turned around and walked towards Wang Fengyuan.
At this time, Wang Fengyuan was talking to his friends. To be honest, although he was a little regretful, it was not too uncomfortable.
After all, he was only 18 or 19 years old, so he came to participate this time with a training attitude.
Suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder. Wang Fengyuan turned his head and saw a familiar young face.
Before Wang Fengyuan could react, he saw the primary school student looking at him with sympathetic eyes and mouthing a five-rhyme poem: "A gift to Wang Ji from the bottom of the mountain."
I feel sorry for you, but I have returned to the palace now. The autumn wind blows and the river looks twilight, and I am sad to see the chrysanthemums blooming.
I cried when I hugged the jade, and even more sad at night when I threw the pearls. The dream of hometown is not true, has it ever been the old pond?"
Wang Fengyuan: ""
Are you trying to ridicule me for failing the exam? But I am not in pain! I am not sad! I am not tragic!
The primary school student looked at Wang Fengyuan with more and more pity in his eyes, and opened his mouth to chant another seven-rhyme poem: "I'm sorry for Wang Jishan's loss in autumn.
As if there is a god in the east of the Yangtze River, it suddenly loses its dragon scales due to the wind and rain. It temporarily keeps the three-inch bag of love, but it is still the guest behind the scenes.
The clear frost in the mirror is full of hatred, and the flowing water on the string is new. The eyes of the brothel are lined with long trunks, and I am worried about the dream of fireworks."
Most of the people around me failed the exam. When I heard the poems written by the primary school students, I couldn’t help but feel sad and let out a long sigh!
Wang Fengyuan always felt like he was being ridiculed when these good poems came out of the mouth of a primary school student. He couldn't help shouting: "I have no regrets and bitterness! You primary school students should not speak for themselves indiscriminately!"
Qin Dewei also praised: "Wang Jishan is so ambitious! There is also a poem saying:
Even if I don’t have a colored pen, I’m still a dream, but I don’t believe in Zhu Yi and don’t nod my head. The river beside the city is a thousand feet deep, and it’s the time when fish and dragons change in autumn!”
Zhu Yuefan pulled Wang Fengyuan's sleeve and said, "Jishan, if you can't resist, just close your eyes and enjoy it. After all, it's a primary school student who gave you a poem, so you won't suffer any loss."