Chapter 263

"Guess the question?"

Xu Erlang puzzled asked a, but he is very clever, immediately understand the meaning of Xu Qian.

He poured a cup of hot water for his elder brother and put on a coat for himself. Xu Xinnian sat down on his chair and said, "no, several great scholars in the academy have already helped us with the questions."

After the founding of Guozijian, the thoughts of the students were confined in the four books and five classics, and they lost the aura of their predecessors. One of the sequelae is that they had no poetry.

But there is also an advantage, that is, it is easier to debate.

In fact, it is the same operation as Xu Qian's previous life when he knocked on the blackboard to draw the key points. Due to the limited scope and the way of answering questions, the imperial examination paper can be "predicted" to a certain extent.

In addition to the question, there is also the operation of Sao - buy questions.

And the operation that more Sao than buy a problem is "inside decide".

The so-called internal determination, even if this kind of people write nonsense, they can pass the test smoothly and become Gongshi.

The specific operation is to bribe the examiner and discuss how to use the "secret code" in advance. For example, the inspiration for this method comes from the sand carving netizens in previous lives. I remember someone bragging on the Internet that a woman saw a "Zhi" engraved on him and suspected that it was his ex girlfriend's name.

After the Qi sank into the Dantian, it turned out to be "* *, * * *".

Although it's unreliable boasting, Xu Qian has a sense of substitution... It doesn't matter. The important thing is that Erlang can do all the above.

He only needs to use his accomplishments to say, "my Diao Chan..." and then he can write a 500 word essay on it.

The examiner will never find out.

However, with Erlang's arrogance, he would not do it even if he was killed...... Xu Qi'an nodded slowly, "what about the poems?"

Xu Xinnian frowned and replied: "poetry is not considered. I am not good at poetry."

His focus of preparing for the exam is on asking questions and classics. Of course, other students are the same. Poetry can only be said to be random.

"I'm prepared for nothing. I came here just to guess poems." Xu Qian said.

"What's the big brother going to guess?"

"Draw lots." Xu Qian smiles mysteriously.

...

"mother, I want to eat oranges."

Inside, xiaodouding came out in his loose single clothes.

"If you want any oranges at night, do you want any teeth? Oranges are in the hall. Go out and get them yourself." My aunt is worrying about my son's future.

Xiaodouding went out without a word. She ate the oranges in the corridor outside and went back to the room to doze off contentedly.

Second uncle and aunt continue to discuss Xu Erlang's future. With that, aunt regrets why she sent Xu Xinnian to Yunlu Academy.

Erlang has been a genius since he was a child and has a good memory. When Yunlu college enrolled students, Xu Ershu took his son to Qingyunshan for an exam, and he got the exam right away.

"If only they had been sent to the Imperial College." Said the aunt chagrined.

"In the view of women, Yunlu academy is the orthodoxy of Confucianism." Uncle Xu snorted.

...

cut a piece.

"Come on, brother."

Xu Xinnian thinks that big brother is making a fool of himself, but seeing him so enthusiastic, it's hard to refuse. I just want to get rid of the annoying big brother so that he can sleep well.

If you want to see if elder brother can write poems on the spot, he can enjoy it.

Xu Qi'an closed his eyes and grabbed it.

"Two?"

Xu new year found that big brother grabbed two notes.

"Two for two, one more for standby."

Xu Qi'an said, and unfolded the notes, which were "chanting ambition" and "patriotism".

Xu Xinnian looks forward to seeing big brother.

"EMEM... I'll think about it and give it to you tomorrow." Xu Qian scratched his head.

After saying goodbye to Xu Xinnian and returning to his room, Xu Qian lights up the candle, sits at the table, looks up at the beam and says, "aren't you a prophet? Can't you directly predict the topic of Chunwei?"

Lying on the beam of the room was a woman with hair and a simple linen robe. She replied, "the prophet should know how to keep secrets. I'm not a person with great fortune. Once the spring Wei examination questions are revealed, I may die tomorrow."

"I'm protecting you. The supervisor said that I'm a man of great fortune." Xu Qian instigated.

"Since you are a man of great fortune, the question you draw lots on must be the question of Chunwei." Zhong Li said faintly, "why should I take risks?"

It's reasonable... "Xu Qi'an asked again:" then why don't I guess the meaning of Qiwen and Jingyi? "

"The more simple it is, the easier it is to guess right." Zhong Li said.Xu Qian didn't speak any more. He thought about the poems he had learned in junior high school. Even after so many years, some poems were still clearly printed in his mind.

Of course, he can't remember the classical Chinese and the long poems. For example, Li Bai's toast only remembers a few words of "the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky".

But he would not forget poems like spring dawn until he died.

"The most famous poet of Yongzhi should be Cao Cao's GUI Weishou, but considering the emperor's desire for longevity, I'm afraid that he would hate to write this poem.

"There are a lot of Patriotic Poems, but the Patriotic Poems in my memory were all born when the country was broken. It's hard to figure out what kind of iron horse glacier came to dream, what kind of country was broken, and what kind of business girl didn't know how to hate the country's death."

In the middle of the night, Xu Qi'an was sleeping soundly when he heard a dull sound of "Putong", followed by the groan of some unfortunate woman.

He suddenly woke up, subconsciously living in the bedside saber.

"I'm sorry, I fell...".

This can also fall? At least you are a Wupin Warlock. Xu Qi'an's mouth twitched and breathed out a long breath of turbid air: "it's OK, this is also a part of bad luck?"

"That's good. I'm afraid I would have broken my leg if I hadn't been with you."

The fifth disciple of the supervisor said bitterly in a flat tone: "no problem, I'm used to it anyway."

With that, she stood up silently and walked to the door: "I'll meditate outside, and I won't disturb your sleep."

Xu Qian watched her leave and closed the door.

He turned over and went on sleeping. As a result, the door opened again and Zhong Li came back.

"Well?"

Xu Qian let out a sound to express his confusion and dissatisfaction.

Zhong Li said in a low voice, "I don't know which one is immoral. I lost the orange peel in the corridor. I accidentally stepped on it and fell down. I broke my head. I think it's safer in the room."

Can orange peel slide? So miserable... Xu Qi was full of compassion when he settled down.

The next day, it wasn't bright.

Xu's house is full of lights. His aunt stares at two dark circles under her eyes. She helps Xu Erlang clean up his examination materials, such as pen, ink, paper and inkstone, as well as the cakes, steamed bread, dried meat and clear water he eats in the examination room.

"Niang, you don't need to take so much food. One test only takes one day, and you come out at dusk." Xu new year see mother keep eating, quickly stop.

There are three examinations, one for one day, each with an interval of three days and lasting for nine days.

When they are ready, Xu Pingzhi takes his wife, daughter and nephew to send Xu Xinnian to the Gongyuan.

Xu Qi'an and Xu Pingzhi were carrying lanterns. One after another, not long after, the family went to the Gongyuan. Outside the Gongyuan, there were many students taking the exam. There were dozens of officers and soldiers on both sides of the street to maintain order and hold high torches.

"Erlang, this is a poem written by my elder brother. It will burn after reading it." Xu Qi'an handed over two pieces of paper.

Xu new year quietly took over, quietly unfolded, read for a long time, almost did not understand..... Big brother's writing, especially the boy, unique.

Good poem!

But Xu new year is still in the bottom of my heart praise.

If he can really guess the subject, he may be brilliant.

After Xu Xinnian wrote it down, he tore up the note and was about to say goodbye to his family when he heard someone chanting the Buddha's name not far away.

Looking back, he was a big bald man with a big figure. He was putting his hands together and smiling at him.

Do I know him?... doubts flashed through Xu Xinnian's heart, but a polite smile came back.

Big bald head slightly nodded, turned away.

......

seeing Erlang line up to enter Gongyuan, my aunt and Lingyue propose to go back to the mansion to make up for sleep, and Xu Lingyin suggests to go to guiyuelou for breakfast.

Xu Lingyin's proposal was unanimously ignored.

Xu Qi'an is thinking about Zhong Li in the mansion, for fear that she will go back later. She has passed away.

When he returned to the mansion, there was light in the East.

Xu Qi'an pushed open the door and saw Zhong Li sitting on the ground, his hair covered, and he could not see his facial features clearly.

"it's strange that you don't know how to hide your hair when you are introduced to your family

"It will bring bad luck to your family. There won't be big trouble, but there will be little trouble." Zhong Li said: "bad luck is always affecting people around, and they don't know my existence, can avoid."

Forget it.

Far away from Maoshi, Xu Qi'an plans to breathe for a moment, suddenly a palpitation, this is the book chat group someone bubble.

"Can you turn around?" Xu Qian asked.

"All right." Zhong Li turns around and meditates with his back to him.It's inconvenient to have more than one person... Xu Qi'an just found out the fragments of the book and read the book by the light of the candle.

I'm going to Beijing. 】

the first person to respond to Li Miaozhen is Taoist priest Jinlian, who rarely bubbles? 】

is the bandit suppression over? That spring elder brother they also should come back... Xu Qi'an in the heart a joy.

[2: Yes, Taoist priest, No.1, you haven't given me the information about the younger generation of Renzong disciples. 】

at the beginning, she exchanged the information of the Yunzhou case with No. 1 in order to get the best of Renzong's disciples from No. 1, but No. 1 was silent for a long time.

Up to now, the promise has not been fulfilled.

A few minutes later, No.1's biography came, a lot of it: "the cultivation of Renzong's disciples is not strong, and the highest" Jingchen "is only seven grades. But there is one person, I don't know if he is the younger generation. 】

[2: what kind of character, how to cultivate. 】

[1: he was born as a scholar. He was the number one scholar in the 27th year of Yuanjing. In the 29th year of Yuanjing, he suddenly resigned and became an interlocutor. He is also a teacher and friend with Luo Yuheng's elder martial brother, Taoist priest Lingyun, who teaches master swordsmanship and Heart Sutra.

[this man is very talented. After three years of abandoning the literature and cultivating the sword, he stepped into the realm of penetrating the heart of the sword. Then he challenged Chen Kaitai, the golden gong. After his defeat, he wandered away and was praised by Wei Yuan as the first swordsman in the capital.

[he and Taoist priest Lingyun do not have the name of master and apprentice, but they have the reality of master and apprentice. I don't know whether they are Renzong disciples or not. 】

a scholar, abandoning literature to build swords, the first swordsman in Beijing, and a master and apprentice with a patriarch? But after thinking of the absurdity, Xu thought of another one.

At this time...

[4: Oh, I have returned to Beijing. 】

"it's really him. Taoist Jinlian wants to do something. Knowing that heaven and man are incompatible, he has to pull them into the fragments of the earth book." Xu Qi'an muttered in his heart.

It's interesting. The 4th and 2nd are coming to the capital to tear up... And so on. If only Li Miaozhen comes to the capital, I'm confident that I can cope with it. After all, resurrection from death can be explained by birth pill.

Moreover, like me, Li Miaozhen and I have both died socially, and they will not tangle with each other too much.

Xu Qian's face changed when the fourth came to the capital.

At this time, the fifth also bubbled: "what a coincidence, I will leave Southern Xinjiang tomorrow to travel to the capital. When I get to the capital, let's drink together. 】

Xu Qian

What's the matter? Why did the 5th also come to Beijing? With the IQ of the 5th, the 4th and the 2nd would be worried that she would be alone. It's inevitable that she would have to go offline for a while.

And I'm also in Beijing, and Li Miaozhen knows my real identity...

No, this pot must be carried by Erlang.

[1] what are you doing in Beijing on the 5th. 】Five: travel. 】

Li Miaozhen put down her astonishment and joined the topic: [NO.2: No.5, remember not to expose your identity as a Gu clan. Dafeng people hate Gu clan. It's dangerous in the Jianghu. Even if you are trapped, if the government knows the identity of your Gu clan, it will mostly ignore you.

[in the eyes of many lower class people, it's natural to take any measures against the Gu people. 】

in the Shanhaiguan campaign, the southern barbarians allied with the northern barbarians and were the opposite camp to Dafeng. In addition, in order to regain the lost land, the southern barbarians often harassed the border of Dafeng in recent years.

The two sides have been feuding for a long time.

The Gu nationality in southern Xinjiang is also in the scope of "Southern barbarians".

After thinking about it, Lina felt that she was not afraid of poison or force. She had nothing to be afraid of. But since No. 2 was so enthusiastic in reminding, she sent a letter to thank her and said:

[OK, I'll pay attention. 】

then, Li Miaozhen wrote: "No.4, although we are all members of the heaven and earth society, we should put the family's gratitude and resentment in front of us. When we meet, I will not show mercy. 】Four: life and death are conceited. 】

this... We are all group friends. There's no need to be like this. Xu Qi said with ease.

At the end of the group chat, Xu Qi'an takes back the fragments of the book and looks up at the clock glass with his eyes on his back.

Is this woman bringing me bad luck..... I'd better go to the supervisor and return it......

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PS: until now, I've finally finished a chapter. The wrong words will be changed tomorrow. Go to bed first.