Chapter 389 The Book of Classical Meanings is Completed
Another early morning has arrived. Today, the morning in Chang'an is filled with heavy fog, and there is also a strong cold atmosphere in the air.
Many of the soldiers standing guard in the examination room had frost on their faces at this moment, but they still clutched the spears in their hands and did not look away.
Standing in the cold wind, they worked harder than others.
At least in this cold winter night, those students still have a test room that can protect them from the wind and rain, and those waiting people have quilts and tents to protect them from the wind, but they have nothing.
Yesterday, a rare bright moon appeared. Everyone thought that today would be a sunny day, but the sunlight could not penetrate the dense fog and bring heat.
Many students in the examination hall have slowly woken up at this moment. They did not have a peaceful life last night, but this does not mean that they can be lazy.
Today is already the third day, and the Jingyi paper must be handed in before 1 p.m., and many people are still working overtime to complete it.
In the heavy fog, a voice sounded.
"Excuse me, please come forward."
The soldier, whose face was bruised by the frost, felt as if he had found a close friend when he heard this voice. He was finally able to move his legs and take a few steps forward.
In the examination room in front of him, the student who had been meditating yesterday had woken up and seemed to be cooking something.
"Excuse me, I want to pay tribute."
As the other party said this, he immediately handed over a small bowl of hot porridge.
The soldier was stunned for a moment, only to hear what the other party said.
"Your Excellency, you might as well take a sip, it will always warm you up."
The soldier wanted to refuse, but the other party had already stuffed the bowl over him. The soldier drank it quickly, feeling hot and comfortable in his chest and abdomen. Warmth surged up all over his body. He did not say anything, but immediately rang the bell, and saw a clerk walking quickly in the mist.
Come.
Song Mu took the bowl of hot porridge that the other party had finished drinking, put it away immediately, waited for the officer to search him, and then walked out under the leadership of the soldiers.
After meditating all night last night, Song Mu failed to achieve what he wanted. There was only one final layer of separation between him and the realm of Jinshi, but for some unknown reason, he was unable to break through in one fell swoop yesterday.
The reason Song Mu could think of was probably that his foundation was too weak. He had only been in Juzi for more than a year before he came to try it out. Without the accumulated experience, he ended up missing one move.
But Song Mu could feel that as long as there was another opportunity, he would have entered the same realm as a Jinshi, and his current half-leg was really not what it was.
Fortunately, I felt refreshed when I woke up this morning, but it was rare that the examination room was filled with heavy fog, and the soldier in front of me could see his head covered with frost, and he seemed to be shivering from the cold.
I happened to have cooked a pot of hot porridge myself, so it wouldn't be an exaggeration to give him a bowl.
At that moment, Song Mu, led by the soldier, arrived at the toilet not far away, but saw that there were other soldiers bringing Chu Gong's students. Everyone was asked to keep a distance, and were not even allowed to raise their heads, and waited slowly.
Song Mu frowned slightly when he saw this situation. Under such circumstances, it seemed that his dung name would soon reflect the unique power of its name.
After going to the toilet, Song Mu was also taken back to the examination room. From the beginning to the end, the soldier did not even talk to him, but there was a hint of gratitude in his eyes.
When Song Mu came back to the cramped examination, he saw that the porridge was already rolling, so he immediately put some dried meat in it. But he felt it was not enough, so he took out a large cake from the package, tore off a few pieces and threw it in. It looked quite impressive.
Have appetite.
I practiced all night yesterday, and now my stomach is empty, and I am really impatient.
Not long after, a burst of fragrance wafted out of Song Mu's examination room, attracting the surrounding students lining up to take a sniff.
Song Mu immediately took out the meat porridge from the pot, thought about it again, boiled a pot of hot water and put some tea leaves in it.
After traveling around with Master these years, I have learned these things easily.
After finishing this pot of big cake and meat porridge, Song Mu sipped the hot tea and felt very satisfied. Even the chill around him seemed to have dissipated a bit.
After a short rest, Song Mu also immediately recovered his mind and decided to work harder and finish writing the remaining questions on the meaning of the scriptures as soon as possible.
In the past two days, I have been thinking about the last question in the scriptures, and I have spent a lot of time on it. Most of the previous questions have only been roughly thought about, but there are still a few hours today to complete this question.
The rest should be no problem.
Song Mu thought this way, and at the moment he speeded up to complete the test paper in his hand.
And most of the students in the entire field are like this. What has really changed is the outside of Gongyuan. Today, more people have come outside.
Many of them are students wearing crowns and ribbons. At this moment, they are everywhere outside Gongyuan. They are talking and looking ahead, and their expressions change a lot.
"Yesterday's vision was really astonishing. I just feel that all the books of sages I have read in the past are still vivid in my mind."
"And many of the scenes of me studying hard in the cold window are also rolling in my mind, which is very exciting."
"Yes, last night I felt that I had lived this life again, and my heart was boiling with enthusiasm. I just felt that the future of literati is still promising."
Several students were discussing like this, and in the Gongyuan, a group of Gongyuan officials were also discussing at this moment.
"Several elders from the Ministry of Rites also sent in inquiries last night. They said that after the vision started yesterday, all the elders were deeply moved and asked if someone had written a great text on the scriptures and meanings."
"Yes, this vision seems to have a great influence on the realm of Jinshi and Hanlin. What kind of article was written in this article? What was written in that article to reach such an extent?"
Several people were discussing, but Yan Fu, who was eating breakfast, looked calm at the moment.
Yesterday's vision was really amazing, even I was a little touched. Although I still don't know who wrote it, it can give an explanation to such a complete problem, and this explanation is also extremely shocking. There must be something new.
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Otherwise, the elders in the Ministry of Rites would not have specifically asked about this.
There was even a moment when Yan Fu felt that Song Mu might have done that.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yan Fu thought of the three words the other party wrote when he saw him on the first night, although those three words did not represent him.
I really understood the meaning, but secretly, he was the biggest factor.
This made Yan Fu couldn't help but think about the fact that in the past two years, he kept seeing his poems and articles, and "Tianwenjian" almost became a special issue of him.
Yan Fu thought like this, but at the moment he shook his head and smiled, feeling that he might be too sensitive now. Things like this will naturally be revealed when the papers are collected and reviewed.
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At three o'clock in the morning, there was a continuous sound of rustling writing in the examination room. The students were still writing furiously, with various expressions surging.
During this period, there were many literary stars surging, and many literati inspired literary stars, and the ripples were even greater than those in previous days.
While the people exclaimed in surprise, they also never forgot the scene before. In their opinion, the ripples of stars that night were truly shocking.
At midnight in the afternoon, as a bell rang, the soldiers on duty in front of each examination room stepped forward to stop any students from continuing to write.
Then a clerk came forward, stamped the candidates' papers, and took them away in an orderly manner.
Only when he reached Song Mu's position did some changes occur.
Song Mu handed over the paper he had collected before, but when the scholar-level official reached out to take it, he suddenly fell heavily to the ground.
If it weren't for Song Mu's quick eyesight and quick hands, these people would have been suppressed by a piece of paper.
"Why is this so heavy? I, a scholar, can't even lift it?!"
The little official said with some shock, as a scholar with great power, he can't even pick up a paper at this moment?
They looked horrified, but it was Song Mu who used his literary power to allow them to take away the paper.
Song Mu watched them leave, thinking about the remarks written on his paper, and sighed in his heart.
I hope that what I write can finally bring something different to this era.