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Chapter 736: Writing Poetry

"Please pay 10,000 taels of tuition fees." said the Academic Affairs Director.

Zhou An took out a gold ticket worth ten thousand taels of gold.

"Do you want a separate room or a shared room?" said the Academic Director.

"How much does a separate room cost?" Zhou An said.

"If you have to pay 300 taels of gold in a month, you have to pay 10 months first. Please pay 300 taels of gold." said the Academic Affairs Director.

Zhou An took out a silver note of 3,000 taels of gold.

"The monthly meals of 700 taels of gold must be paid for ten months first, so please pay for 700 taels of gold." said the Director of Academic Affairs.

Zhou An took out a silver note of 7,000 taels of gold.

Then Zhou An paid more than 100,000 taels of gold, and Zhou An entered Tianjun Academy.

When Princess Taiping left when she paid the money, it seemed that someone sent her a message.

Zhou An now only has tens of thousands of taels of gold left on him. He went to Tianjun Academy to spend all the money he brought with him.

Zhou An did not go to class, all he needed was an identity.

After joining Tianjun Academy, although Zhou An did not go to class, he often went to the library to read books inside, and read news about the gods, dragons, illusions, and gods in this world.

As a result, there was only some news about the God of Heaven, and some legends about the God and the Dragon. I don’t know whether it is true or false, but Zhou An didn’t find any news about the fantasy.

After reading the book for a few days, Zhou An couldn't find the news he wanted, so Zhou An started writing again.

Ten days later, Zhou An wrote more than a dozen chapters, preparing for the imperial examination for the Jinshi.

Princess Taiping and Yue Ruchu came to see Zhou An. Zhou An invited them to have a snack and went to the examination room.

The imperial examination for the Jinshi was not much the same as before. Here, the imperial examination tools would be prepared, such as black pens and black paper and inkstones, and the candidates did not need to bring anything.

The examination room is next to the Confucius Temple and has been influenced by the Confucian culture of the Confucius Temple for a long time. Every time I enter the examination room, I have to worship the Confucius Temple before I can enter.

Zhou An entered the Confucius Temple, worshiped the statue of Confucius, and then Zhou An entered the examination room.

The person in charge of the examination room was the Minister of Revenue, who was wearing an official uniform and stood at the forefront of the examination room.

This time the examination room was not placed in small rooms, but low tables were placed in the yard to do questions on the table.

Zhou An sat next to a table and waited for the imperial examination to begin.

"Did you hear that? I heard that the number one talented man from the capital is also here to participate in this imperial examination."

"I saw it all, didn't I see him sitting there?"

"It seems that I can't get the first place this year. If I had known that he was there, I wouldn't have taken the exam. I'll take the exam next time. Anyway, I'm old enough."

"Come on, you're eighteen years old now, and once again you're in your twenties."

"But is it true that this is the most talented man in the country. He wrote poems at the age of three, wrote essays at the age of five, recited hundreds of classics and history at the age of seven, and became famous at the age of ten."

"It's all spread like this, it should be true."

"I don't know who is better than that Zhou An."

"I think it's the most talented man in the capital. After all, Zhou An is only from a small place. How could it be compared with our capital?"

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When Zhou An was bored and waited, he heard the two students in the seat saying that Zhou An also became a little interested in the number one talented man in the country, and then looked over.

The most talented man in the capital in front of him looked like he was fifteen or sixteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, a baby face and two dimples, and looked pretty good. I don’t know if it was really talented or fake talented, but later I saw how the poems he made were like.

"The first test is poetry and the title is love, please give the title." said the Minister of Revenue.

Zhou An thought about it and recalled the poem about love in his mind. Finally, when one came up, Zhou An decided to write it out, then spread the white paper, picked up a brush and wrote it out. First, he wrote out the name of the poem, held his hand, and grew old with him.

Who kisses my eyes and blocks my displaced for half a lifetime;

Who caresses my face and comforts me for half a lifetime of sadness;

Who, with my heart, melts my ice for half a lifetime;

Who, who supports my shoulders and drives me to be silent for a lifetime;

Who calls my heart to hide my life from being so strong?

Who abandons me and leaves me alone for the rest of my life;

Who can understand my intentions and make me have no regrets in this life;

Who can help me with my arm, unparalleled in all my life;

Who can devote my heart to it, and the land is like nothing;

Who can bury me sadly, laugh at the vain world, and my heart is crazy.

Yi, cover my lips and remove my displaced life;

I, take my arms and get rid of my frivolity in my previous life.

Hold your hand and accompany you for thousands of years of madness;

Kissing your eyes deep, accompanying you forever.

Hold your hand and share your life with you;

The eyes of the kiss will give you a lifetime of affection.

I, holding your jade hand, will take all of you in this life;

I, touch your neck and block the storm of your life.

I, I will hold my son in black hair, and I will hold my son in my life for a lifetime;

I hold my hand and go all the way to the longest love of my life;

Once, in the name of your father, I will save you from your lifelong sorrow;

Zeng, I wish you peace in my life!

This poem written by Zhou An was widely circulated on the Internet in his previous life and was highly popular, which attracted the love of many people, among which Zhou An liked it very much.

As soon as this poem was released, a sad and lingering music suddenly came from the sky. Countless colorful auspicious clouds gathered together and emitted thousands of colorful lights. In this colorful light, a man and a woman were holding their hands in it, expressing their hearts together and telling the love between the two.

A man, wearing a snow-white long gown, looked like a white butterfly, dyeing the sky white.

A woman was wearing a colorful dress, like a red butterfly, dyeing the sky red.

The two of them held each other's hands, and both regarded each other as the other's only one until death. They would never leave each other in this life, and would never give up in this life, and would be with each other forever in this life.

A man and a woman bowed to Zhou An in the sky from afar, and with a misty breath, she rushed straight into the sky, turning into two butterflies, dancing between the sky and the earth.

Everyone in the examination room saw this scene. Someone actually wrote peerless poems in the examination room, and even used poetry to transform emotions and lyrics to transform love, which moved the most affection and love in the world, and gave birth to a pair of poetic spirits between the world.

This has never happened since ancient times. It is impossible for anyone to transform love into love and move the world with love, but the person in front of him has done it.

Immediately, all the students who were writing the subject looked at the appearance of this poem, with envy, jealousy, admiration, and reverence...

Those officials immediately looked for Zhou An’s information to see who Zhou An was and how he wrote such an ancient poem. When everyone saw the name Zhou An, the person who knew Zhou An’s name suddenly realized and smiled slightly, indicating that Zhou An’s right to write this poem.

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