I slay demons and demons with poetry

Chapter 28
After giving Li Mo'er two catties of vinegar, Song Mu didn't pay any attention to the other party. Anyway, Li Mo'er also confessed that she didn't need to worry about her daily life, and only needed to provide two spaces on the beam.

After dinner, when Song Mu went back to his room to continue his studies, Li Mo'er, who was hanging on the beam, was chewing some dried meat that came from somewhere in his mouth, holding a night pearl in his arms, and reading a book.

Song Mu glanced at it, but didn't say anything. Instead, he turned to light the oil lamp, spread out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and then read a few books first, before picking up the pen and ink.

In the middle of the night, with the candle light on and the tip of the pen sliding across the paper, Song Mu carefully arranged the things in his mind and kept writing them down.

Sometimes when I feel tired, I sit on the bed and meditate for a while, and then visualize the article backwards in my mind.

After recovering a lot, Song Mu opened his eyes again, read through the article written in front of him, read through the book again, and then picked up the pen again.

For some reason, after reading "Tianxia Wenkan" and the test notes of this college today, Song Mu always felt that the layer of window paper in his mind had been pierced, and thoughts popped out of his mind continuously.

And Song Mu immediately seized this rare opportunity and wrote more things.

Soon Song Mu finished writing the first scripture, and continued to meditate, then reorganized his thoughts and continued writing.

Song Mu's actions were naturally caught by Li Mo'er who was lying on the hammock.

She only saw the young man below her who was a few years older than her at the moment. Even in the middle of the night, every time he was tired, he would sit on the bed and meditate. The next moment he regained his senses and continued to write.

Li Mo'er is not a person who has never seen the head hanging from the beam, but Song Mu can still write with such quick thinking after studying so hard, which makes Li Mo'er feel a little miraculous.

Perhaps the Song family in this context does have some impressive reading skills.

But the little girl couldn't stand Song Mu anyway, Li Mo'er finally retreated to her hammock and fell asleep.

The moonlight was like water, Song Mu put a piece of clothing on himself, and continued to answer the questions.

Constantly picking up the oil lamp, pouring water into the stone inkstone and grinding ink, Song Mu became more and more in one mind, and the articles he wrote seemed to have a bit of spirituality, which made Song Mu feel a little cheering in his heart.

It's an amazing feeling, a real joy to learn.

Song Mu hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time.

This feeling of fascination made Song Mu deeply addicted, and the movements of his subordinates also became very fast.

Unknowingly, one article after another was written from Song Mu's hands, and I don't know how long it took, Song Mu finally finished writing a policy just before the oil lamp was about to burn out.

And when the last word was written, Song Mu suddenly felt that the article in front of him was filled with literary energy, and that small literary energy poured into his body, and Song Mu only felt warm all over.

The exhausted expression just now was swept away, Song Mu let out a deep breath, looked outside the door, and the sky was already slightly bright at this moment.

I actually wrote an article all night without knowing it.

Song Mu also felt a little surprised, but immediately got up with his clothes on, ready to go to the bathroom, and went to the kitchen to boil water to wash his face.

But when Song Mu walked out the door, Li Mo'er, who was lying on the beam, slowly opened his eyes, and appeared in front of Song Mu's desk the next moment.

Li Mo'er stretched out her jade finger, carefully picked up the policy theory that Song Mu had just written, and looked it up at a glance.

This is a policy commentary on the bravery of ordinary people and heroes, and when Li Moer saw the sentence "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world" written on it, Li Moer pouted unconsciously.

This is already a middle-level policy theory, and it should be almost the same if you are admitted as a scholar.

And Li Mo'er quickly noticed the answers on the other sheets of paper on the table.

Looking at them one by one, Li Mo'er's expression became a little surprised.

Song Mu's first article had a good idea, but he couldn't justify it halfway through, and it was almost a failure.

The second article was barely finished, but the idea was not good, so it could only be regarded as a smooth article.

The third article already has a good idea, the writing style has become much smoother, and the wording is more standard, but there is a lot of room for improvement.

Then comes the fourth, fifth...

Until now, the sixth chapter in Li Mo'er's hand.

Li Mo'er opened her mouth unconsciously. What Song Mu did was not very good, but in one night, the other party was able to make such an improvement after a series of different scriptures...

This kind of thing, even those guys who claim to be geniuses can't have such ability.

This Song Mu is not only able to endure hardships and stand hard work like this, but also has such a mentality of studying with great concentration.

Throughout the ages, hardworking people have their own luck.

Li Mo'er looked at Song Mu's things now, and felt a little spontaneous admiration in her heart. This kind of ability is not in vain for the other party's talent in prose poems.

While Li Mo'er was admiring Song Mu's article, Song Mu also packed up and returned to the room, and immediately saw Li Mo'er standing in front of the desk, and was almost startled.

Walking over, Song Mu pursed his lips and saw Li Mo'er was studying his article, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Miss Mo'er, you haven't slept yet."

"Just woke up." Li Mo'er replied casually, and looked away from the article in her hand with some reluctance, and then looked up at Song Mu.

"Young master, your literary talent is very good."

Song Mu was surprised by Li Mo'er's rare emotion, looked at the article she put down, then looked at the other party, shrugged, and immediately lay down with his clothes on.

"Yeah, it's getting late, Song is too sleepy."

For some reason, after getting out of that state, Song Mu only felt that his whole body was a little weak, and he didn't even have the idea of ​​exercising his mind power.

Now Song Mu just wants to sleep well.

Seeing Song Mu's ignorance, Li Mo'er immediately puffed up her cheeks, put down the article in her hand, and said.

"My lord, the level of your article is already enough to pass the examination for a scholar."

Song Mu half-closed his eyes and murmured a question.

"Really? That's okay."

"Okay?" Li Mo'er raised her eyebrows and said again.

"My lord, that's a scholarly position, something that many people can't ask for, shouldn't you be cheering?" Li Mo'er said like this, feeling that Song Mu was pretending to be a saint.

But Song Mu just turned over, half-opened his eyes and looked out of the window, and asked softly.

"Of course I care, but it's not enough."

"My Song family's 300-year-old culture is not enough for a scholar."

"Even if you are a scholar, I want to be the best in the world!"

Li Mo'er's eyes narrowed suddenly, she looked at Song Mu and said calmly.

"My lord is going to be the head of the court trial?"

"Why not?"

After speaking, Song Mu turned his head to look at Li Mo'er, and then asked curiously.

"Miss Mo'er, I'm really curious. How did you become a Jinshi? It's rare for a [-] or [-]-year-old Jinshi to be born in the whole country, right?"

Li Mo'er pursed her lips, but exerted her feet and returned to her hammock. Song Mu thought she would not be able to speak, but unexpectedly heard Li Mo'er speak lightly.

"Who said that only by taking the imperial examination can one get a literary position? I come from Li Bai Shizong, so I naturally have a way."

Saying so, Li Mo'er turned her head and said to Song Mu again.

"However, my lord, if you can get Jie Yuan, then Qing Tianwei will definitely be willing to accept you."

"How? Young Master, would you like it?"

Li Mo'er said so, but she didn't hear the response from below for a long time. After waiting for a while, she only heard the sound of peaceful breathing.

Li Mo'er turned her head to look carefully, and saw that Song Mu had fallen asleep.

The last hope of the impoverished Song family is wearing a half-worn robe, curled up on a wooden bed on the loess, and beside the bed, on and off the dilapidated desk, there are countless articles scattered.

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　The sky is dark, the wild is vast, where are the book friends' collections, tickets, and follow-up reading~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)