"Actually speaking, this Song Mu is quite famous. But before, he was relatively unknown, but now, he is suddenly somewhat famous?"
"It's really confusing."
Zhan Bo said calmly at this moment, obviously paying a lot of attention to this matter.
However, the teachings in other counties were almost indifferent to this, but the smiles on their faces still seemed a little forced.
After all, if such a talent does not appear in his county, Ouyang Hong's political performance will definitely be among the best in Jizhou Prefecture in this year's evaluation.
However, they immediately thought that the students in Shiyang County were not good at studying. There were only three cultural lines in the county so far, and only the Song family was famous.
I think back then, Shiyang County had a period of great glory with its Song family lineage, which overpowered countless other lines in surrounding counties.
Now Shiyang County is Zhong County, which still inherits the influence of this cultural context.
"Speaking of it, the Song family lineage is not completely cut off. Now the Qianshan Ren family should be considered a branch of it, right?"
At this time, an official spoke, and someone immediately answered.
"There is also the Song family in Hongzhou. I heard that they were born from common people. After several generations of running the business, their cultural background has been revealed. Now they have two Jinshi."
"Yes, yes. In this way, the Song family is not yet extinct. Mr. Song is very pleased."
Several people were chattering away. Fan Tixue's face was calm and he seemed to have no attitude towards it. On the other hand, Ouyang Hong, who was sitting next to him, looked a little unhappy at the moment.
These colleagues wanted to use these things to cover up their own achievements and cover up the glory of Song Mu, the descendant of the master's family.
The Ren family in Qianshan has a Jinshi, but that has nothing to do with the Song family. It is just a son of the Song family who joined the Ren family a hundred years ago.
As for the Hongzhou Song family, they were expelled from the family.
The Song family has always ranked new generations based on their strength. However, in the tenth generation of the Song family in Hongzhou, a son of the Song family betrayed the family rules and was eventually eliminated. However, he later established his own family and managed it for several generations.
, Now there is a Jinshi who is an official in the court.
In the past few decades, watching the Shiyang Song family continue to be lonely, they actually had a wrong idea. The Song family's ancestral hall originally built in the provincial capital Yuzhang City was taken over by them, and they still maintained it in a dignified manner.
The traitor's ranking was added.
This was obviously an attempt to bully the weak Song family in Shiyang. When Song Mu's father, Song Liangtong, learned about this, he was filled with righteous indignation. He planned to end all this absurdity as soon as he passed the imperial examination, but he never thought that something unexpected would happen halfway.
Song Mu didn't know that Ouyang Hong was actually Song Liangtong's mentor and friend, and it was Song Liangtong who told Ouyang Hong these things.
The Song family, with its upright and prosperous roots, would eventually have its ancestors' moral virtue stolen by a side branch. If Song Mu knew about this, he would definitely seek justice.
As the division commander, Ouyang Hong naturally wanted to protect his calf at this moment, and he also wanted to give these guys a good look.
"snort!"
At that moment, Ouyang Hong ignored the chatter and laughter of the people around him. A Jinshi aura was suddenly released and retracted, and everyone suddenly paused. At that moment, Zhan Bo, the eunuch of Wan'an County, stood up and looked at Ouyang Hong with squinted eyes.
"Master Ouyang, what are you doing?"
"Of course you know what it is. From ancient times to the present, the so-called noble and upright people have used the tricky tricks of some villains, but you have openly used them to fool you. Aren't you afraid that Song Gong's spirit in heaven will hate you?"
"you!"
Zhan Bo choked, and his face turned red. Others wanted to say something, but Master Tixue stood up and shook his sleeves, with an indifferent look on his face. He smacked his lips twice and looked toward the window.
Look.
"The sun is shining brightly today, but it is a good day."
With Lord Tixue in front of them, no one dared to say anything. They just exchanged glances and finally gave up angrily.
Ouyang Hong, on the other hand, lowered his eyes slightly, held his breath and concentrated, no longer paying attention to this matter.
…
In the examination room, the sun has gradually climbed towards the top of the head, and the sunlight is shining straight down. The earth is once again a bit hot and dry, but the sound of writing is constantly coming from each examination room.
The children were all happy and happy.
The light brought by the shining star of literature made everyone feel that they were full of power, and thoughts of literature surged in their minds. As soon as their thoughts moved, their articles could be completed.
The same was true for Song Mu at this moment, but the brush in his hand had just been lifted from a piece of white paper. Various things were written on the white paper, and it turned out to be a piece of draft paper.
Song Mu did not start writing immediately, but first sorted out the thoughts in his mind and the key points to write clearly for each topic.
The soldier standing in front of Song Mu Kaoshe finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.
The young boy finally started to write. It was still in the morning. If he kept writing, he should be able to finish it, but he might not have time to eat and rest.
The soldier thought about his experience in monitoring examination rooms in the past few years. Which scholar did not write furiously after the questions were asked? Some looked painful and anxious, while others were relaxed and comfortable, with confident faces.
The soldiers saw many people who begged for more time to write even after the bells and drums sounded.
But without exception, they were all dragged out of the examination room by him.
The child in front of me may have to go through this, and it will be a memorable experience in his life.
The soldier was thinking this, but when he saw Song Mu getting up, he actually took the sign and waved to him.
The soldier pursed his lips and walked over, and saw this somewhat heroic boy collecting things.
"Excuse me, I need to go out for a while."
A slightly childish voice came, and the soldier turned his head and said hello to one side. Two clerks came over, counted the things on Song Mu's desk, and then briefly searched Song Mu before letting the soldiers follow Song Mu.
Go to the hut.
Song Mu wandered through an aisle and then went to the toilet in the corner of the examination hall to use the toilet.
The soldier at the door was still watching him, apparently afraid that he would do something bad.
After relieving himself, Song Mu wandered back to the examination room and had something to eat. There was not much time left in the morning. Song Mu took a deep breath and spread the paper out on the wooden board again.
Studying the ink and thinking lightly, Song Mu organized the language in his mind, then looked at the topic, and then put pen to paper.
"The people of the world will live up to the great good man in the world..."
The soldier couldn't see clearly what Song Mu was writing, but after observing it for a moment, he opened his mouth involuntarily.
Because he found that Song Mu wrote very quickly and completed a line almost instantly.
Apart from dipping the ink and smoothing the paper, there was almost no pause. The brush seemed to be working quickly on the small area of the paper. In just a moment, a small black letter was completed.
The soldier unconsciously touched his eyes and looked up at the sun that had not yet reached the middle. He was a little stunned at this moment.
Song Mu, who had completed ten solution questions, gently lifted up the paper at this moment. When it was almost dry, he carefully rolled it up and put it into the test basket on one side.
He took out a piece of white paper again and started writing lyrical questions.
Song Muti put pen to paper, but his thoughts were clear in his mind. The draft he just typed has now become a rough draft, and he can finish it almost as soon as he picks up the pen.
Song Mu was also a little surprised by this light feeling. Maybe the hard study these days has paid off, maybe the ancient books in his mind gave him great help, or maybe the twinkling stars brought a different feeling.
thing.
The more Song Mu wrote, the more relaxed he felt, and his movements actually became a little faster.
As the articles appeared bit by bit, Song Mu also felt that the Wen Qi in his body was running rapidly, the Wen Qi was traveling throughout his body, and a warm feeling that was not hot was constantly coming from his lower abdomen.
At the same time, the thought power in his mind seemed to begin to rotate. The initial rotation was extremely slow, but over time, it became faster and faster. After a while, a vortex was gradually gathering.
Song Mu felt happy.
The literary energy in Dantian has not yet condensed into a whirlpool, but the thought power in his mind has changed first.
Song Mu quickly kept his mind and continued writing according to that feeling.
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