ask sword 2

44 Genius
The post house not only receives convoys heading to the Academy, but also receives messengers from south to north to convey information, as well as various officials.

The identity of the candidates of the Academy is honorable, but not so honorable.

According to the rules and regulations, everyone had a simple meal,
A classmate from Kuangzhou proposed to hold a dinner party in the pavilion and sing poems against each other, but Ji Linglang refused on the grounds of studying classics.

Zhai Yiming, who was on the side, also echoed, saying that after staying in Chang'an for a month, he would meet the first round of exams at the Academy, and he must race against time to study the classics.

Zhai Yiming said so, the classmate made fun of himself, apologized embarrassingly, everyone went back to the room, and Li Ang also went back to the room to read.

The first two rounds of exams in the school were all about regular content, scriptures, questions, poetry and so on.His foundation in this regard is not as good as the rest of his classmates, so naturally he has to sharpen his guns.

However, Li Ang did not go to Cheng Juxiu to open a small stove.

On the one hand, Cheng Juxiu is leading the school tour, so it is not good to blatantly tutor or reveal problems.

On the other hand, Cheng Juxiu himself has honestly explained that he has not read Confucian classics much in the past few years, and his level has dropped a lot, so he might as well go to Song Shaoyuan.

Therefore, in the next few days, Li Ang basically read books during the day and night except sleeping, and made up for it. The dark circles on both eyes were extremely heavy.

The situation of the others is not much better. The closer they are to Chang'an, the more nervous these students in Kuangzhou become. Except for Ji Linglang, her family is well-off. It's like going home.

The convoy headed north to Chang'an. During the journey, convoys from other southern states continued to join in parallel.
People in Kuangzhou also met students from other prefectures.

Everyone met very enthusiastically, and it didn't take long for them to be brothers and sisters, talking about life philosophy and poetry and songs.

As for what he thought in private, he didn't know - after all, all the people he saw along the way were competitors on the road to the Academy, and anyone could squeeze out his own spot.

Of course, with the academy on tour, such private contradictions will not be exposed.

On the contrary, all students pay more attention to their own words and deeds, and dare not overstep the slightest.

In this complex and subtle atmosphere, the convoy of hundreds of carriages finally drove into the post station outside Chang'an City.

"Yes, to die"

In the inn room, Li Ang put down the classics in his hand with heavy dark circles under his eyes.

Finally, finally finished.

During this period of travel, news of the Academy also came back.

The chief examiner of the first round of exams at the Academy this year was Wen Lun, the great Confucian king of the Wang family in Taiyuan.

There are many aristocratic families in Yu country, among all the noble families, there are five most noble families.

They are the Cui clan of Boling and Qinghe respectively.
Lu Shi of Fan Yang,
Zheng of Xingyang

The Wang family of Taiyuan.

And the Li family of Longxi and Zhaojun.

These clans and clans were prosperous in the pre-Sui period, and with their huge political influence, they stood firm.

Even in the chaotic times at the end of the Sui Dynasty, various cultivators and rebels were slaughtered in the Central Plains, but they were not affected.

In fact, Emperor Gaozong, who established the Yu Kingdom, was a member of the Li clan in Longxi himself.

Although under the shadow of the Academy, the influence of these old families is not as strong as before, but there is still a steady stream of new important officials, great Confucians and even Academy professors.

As soon as the news of the great Confucian King Wen Lun as an examiner came out, the books he wrote were bought up on the market, especially his annotated versions of classics such as "Poems", "Books" and "Spring and Autumn", which were sold out.

All the students are trying their best to understand his understanding of the classics in order not to make mistakes in the examination room.

"This kind of behavior that makes all the students cry and read one person's book,"

Li Ang rubbed his brows with a headache, "It smells like Ge Jun."

"Who is Ge Jun?"

Chai Cuiqiao asked curiously, "Is he also a great scholar?"

"No, that is a great educator who can send away millions of students with joy and laughter, blowing the suona."

Li Ang complained casually, lamenting silently in his heart, why there are not tons of literary classics in his awakened memory of another world.

However, complaining about complaining, Li Ang himself knows that even if there are a lot of literary classics in the memory of the other world, it should be useless or useless.

In the 200 years since the peace of Yu State, the literary world has developed rapidly, and masters of Confucianism and poetry have emerged in an endless stream.

Even if he "borrowed" a few poems from literary classics, he was lucky enough to make a name for himself, but it wouldn't last long - Yu Guo's banquets and poems were frequent, and at almost every banquet, literati were required to recite poems in order to show their talents.

Serious scholars have accumulated literature for more than ten or twenty years. Occasionally, when they have poetic inspiration, they transcribe good sentences and throw them into the wooden cylinder on the table. Only after many years can they accumulate one or two good poems.

Who would believe that a 14-year-old ordinary boy without any life experience suddenly came up with dozens of famous novels with a huge span and completely different styles?Who will believe it?

When attending a banquet, other people randomly find something, bring up a subject, ask for rhyme and rhyme restrictions, fit the situation, and temporarily write poetry,

Even a few people write poems one by one, requiring them to be neat and tidy, and to be integrated into one.
Once you can't answer in the middle, or don't answer well, you will be exposed in an instant, and you will be accused of plagiarizing other people's poems and thieves.

Even if you are lucky and don't get exposed for a short time, you won't be able to survive in the long run.

You are a talented young man who can recite poems and write right poems, why do you have to be able to write articles for relatives and friends?

Will the table be written?

Will the chapter be written?

Will the biography of the event be written?
Will the characters' memoirs be written?Will the chronology be written?
Will the confidant's funeral post be written?

Can't write?Only a few poems?
This is what kind of genius, a copycat who deceives the world and steals his name.

It is precisely because of all kinds of concerns that Li Ang can completely accept his mediocre literary talent - fortunately, the school advocates the use of the world, and what he does most is not reciting poems, but building roads and bridges, improving craftsmanship, and developing agriculture. Suppressing locusts and other practical things that benefit the country and the people.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't be so eager to be admitted to the Palace of Entrance.

"Master, after reading Wang Wenlun's book, I still have to read these."

Chai Cuiqiao brought up another pile of books from the ground, "These are the poems Wang Wenlun usually writes at various banquets, the poems he recites, and the biographies he writes for others.

They were all just sorted out in Chang'an City, and they cost five coins per copy. "

"Ah ah ah! It's annoying!"

Looking at the thick stack of books, Li Ang felt his head hurt again.

dong dong dong.

Just as Li Ang sighed, Cheng Juxiu's voice sounded outside the door, "Risheng, are you there?"

"exist,"

Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the door and opened it, "What's the matter, brother?"

"My classmate in the school has arrived, let her help you see the spiritual veins."

(End of this chapter)