Chapter 408 (1/2)



408 The end of the spring quarter examination (2)

“Big brother is really too much, when he wrote the poem he did not know to make a note. How can I understand his state of mind when he writes his poems, and how can I understand his profound intentions?”

the Yellow River and Taihang Mountains should be the names of rivers and mountains. This can be changed. As for the words ‘fishing on a Blue Stream when I’m bored’ and ‘suddenly taking a boat and dreaming of the sun’, even if there are no backstories, it’s not difficult to understand what they want to express. It’s not a big problem.

Therefore, after changing the words ‘Yellow River’ and ‘Taihang’, Xu niannian wrote an answer.

“Giving a difficult path”

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The main examiners for this year’s spring examination were the Grand Secretary of the East Pavilion, Zhao tingfang, the Imperial censor of the right, Liu Hong, and the Grand Secretary of the martial meritocrats Hall, Qian Qingshu.

Unlike the students, the head Examiner and his fellow examiners had not taken a single step out of the examination hall since the start of the examination. The main door was locked, and unless one grew wings, they could not even think of leaving.

In order to prevent the examiners from colluding with the students to cheat, the examiners had to wait for the list of tribute scholars to be confirmed before they could leave the examination hall.

Compared to the previous two rounds of marking, the attitude and mood of the examiners had undergone a huge change.

“You don’t understand dog shit, what kind of lousy poem you have that you dare to embarrass yourself in the general examination.”

using bamboo to describe people and using it to sing about will. Although the angle is good, singing about bamboo is more than singing about will. It’s getting the cart before the horse.

“Sigh, I’ve been looking at it for a long time, but there’s not a single stunning poem.”

“Wasn’t it the same in the past years? I’m used to it.”

The marking officials were also called the officials behind the curtain. They marked the papers while commenting. At first glance, the atmosphere seemed to be filled with gunpowder, but it was actually the most relaxed.

If one’s poems were not valued, a good piece of work would add flowers to the brocade, but it didn’t matter if it was not good. They were all trash anyway, so it was rare for the poems composed by the students to be so-so. It wasn’t worth the examiners “serious treatment.

In the capital, when it came to poetry, there was one person who could not be avoided, and that person was the night watchman, Xu Qi ‘an. He was regarded as the top poet by the scholars, or the Savior of the poetry world.

“If that Xu Qi ‘an were to participate in the general examination, at least this year’s general examination would produce a poem that will be passed down for generations,”

exactly. It’s a pity that Xu Qi ‘an is not a scholar. In the future, history books will record that Yuan jingnian’s best poems came from this man. We scholars will lose our face.

The attitude of the scholars towards Xu Qi ‘an was very complicated. They were glad that he had risen to power and produced a few outstanding poems in the past 200 years, so that they would not be ridiculed by future generations.

It was also a pity that he was a martial artist and not a scholar, because this was also a matter that would be ridiculed by later generations.

In the two hundred years of Da Feng, there were thousands of scholars, but they were not even as good as a martial artist.

“It’s all Xu Pingzhi’s fault.”

At this moment, a marking officer unfolded a copied paper. After reading it carefully for a few seconds, he was stunned. His body seemed to be petrified, and he did not move.

However, his mouth kept on mumbling, repeatedly mumbling.

After a few minutes, the marking officer suddenly got up, looked around at his colleagues in the room, took a deep breath, and said in a powerful voice, “”Who said that Da Feng’s scholars can’t compose good poems? who said it? who said it?”

The grading officers looked over one after another with blank expressions, not knowing what was wrong with him.

The poetry world had been in decline for two hundred years. It was a fact that the scholars of the present era were not good at poetry. There was no need to argue about this.

“Pa!”

The grading Officer slammed the paper on the table, his chest heaving up and down as he said excitedly, “”I dare to conclude that once this poem is released, it will definitely be famous throughout the world. This year’s general examination will definitely be recorded by the historians.”

A marking officer at the side glanced at him and walked over curiously. He picked up the paper and looked at it.

Madness seemed to be contagious. The grading Officer held the paper and trembled with excitement. “Good poem, good poem, hahaha, who said that Da Feng scholars can’t compose good poems, who said so?”

At this moment, the rest of the marking officials realized that there was an excellent work coming out and swarmed up, passing it on to each other and reading it.

“Good poem, let’s read it.”

“There will be. time when the wind and waves break. and the sails of the clouds will reach the sea … This is a poem that a scholar should write.”

“How can a student write such a poem that has experienced so many vicissitudes?”

“Maybe it’s because he failed the test repeatedly, so he wrote a poem to express his ambition.”

The appearance of this ” a difficult journey ” was like a Golden Phoenix mixed in with a group of chickens. It was extremely precious. All the examiners in the room kept passing it around and commenting excitedly.