After waiting for a long time, the seats below were almost full, and a man came up on the platform in the middle of the lobby.

A middle-aged man, wearing a Navy long shirt, stood on the stage and saluted the crowd.

"Today, I am honored to have the support of all the students in holding this book fair in linxianlou. Today's book fair is for you to learn from each other, and please show your strong points."

"Today, I specially invite a literary master, who will give a title later. Please write an article with the title. Finally, the gentleman will choose a winner and reward 1000 liang of silver!"

"Hiss -" everyone took a cold breath, which was twice the amount they had heard before!

The crowd rubbed their wrists one after another, and waited for a while for the close-up to take the lead and take the silver back home.

Lin Shuqian also looked around curiously for a week. Who was the one who was so generous and gave a thousand Liang all of a sudden?

But after watching it for a long time, there were eager scholars and onlookers, and there were no literary masters.

"Cough, everyone, please be quiet." The middle-aged man cleared his throat, "the problem is in my hand."

After reading the title, the middle-aged man talked about it for a while, and then gradually calmed down.

Lin Shuqian and Qi Mingxuan are in the best room. They can see everyone's looks and actions from the window.

I saw that some people were writing hard, some scratched their heads and scratched on the paper. They even saw several guys who were secretly reading the notes.

Qi Mingxuan had the idea of mischief for a moment. He held his voice and cried, "they want to bury their heads in their chest. They hold their own things in one hand and stagger away with the other arm covering their face.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" Lin Shuqian covered his stomach and laughed for a long time. He also tried to imitate Qi Mingxuan's way and cried, "the last row is the one on the left. Don't think you didn't see you scribbling!"

The man looked up in horror and did not know where the sound came from.

Then he looked up and saw that people around him were glaring at him. He quickly dropped his head in shame and ran away with his face covered, just like those two people.

……

There was a commotion in the room and soon it was quiet again.

Lin Shuqian and Qi Mingxuan watched it for a long time. This time, no one dares to cheat again.

The two who helped to rectify the discipline of the examination room sat at the table, drinking tea and eating fruits, waiting for the results.

After about half an hour, the middle-aged man came on stage and announced, "stop answering. Please give me the article."

The students under the stage received their pens one after another and queued up to hand in their articles.

The middle-aged man went up to the second floor with the test paper in his hand, and came to Lin Shuqian's direction.

Lin Shuqian was startled. Fortunately, the man entered the elegant room next to them.

"What do they say?" Lin Shuqian curiously pasted to the wall, but he could only vaguely hear someone talking, but he couldn't hear exactly what it was.

Qi Mingxuan also put his ear to the wall. He held his breath and heard the conversation on the opposite side.

After a while, Qi Mingxuan sat back at the table and said softly, "it seems to be a Mr. Hu."

Lin Shuqian recalled for a long time that it seemed that there was no minister with the surname of Hu who was good at writing.

However, these literary circles may not have to enter the court as a minister. It is normal for Lin Shuqian not to know.

The gentleman next door had already made a judgment. The middle-aged man left the room. This time, he was followed by two little boys, each holding a large tray full of white silver.

Everyone was a little excited, staring at the silver in the plate, and didn't know who was going to get the money.