If I am not a Confucian saint, I will set off a revolution

Chapter 130 Pen, ink, paper and inkstone, red sleeves add fragrance

The winner will be eligible to compete for the champion? !

Palace test!

There are only a few places to enter the palace examination every year, and it is possible to enter the palace examination only after passing a series of examinations such as the child birth examination, the scholar examination, and the promotion examination.

And different from the previous life, the participants of the various exams here are not weak scholars like the previous life.

As far as Confucianism is concerned, the number of rites, music, and archery must be tested.

And there's the fighting part.

But in short, being able to pass the palace test means that most people have been screened out.

Just like in the previous life, Lin Ke's mentor took the exam for the Deputy Palace Master.

The land of a government is a province.

The competition for the examination of the palace master is very fierce, but to be qualified to be the palace master, most of the people have already been selected.

Therefore, the winner this time will directly have the opportunity of the palace examination, not to mention whether he can compete for the champion in the end, even if he enters the palace examination, he can be very good.

"After the servant has conveyed the words of the Holy Emperor, he will also say a few words..."

The eunuch lowered his eyes and scanned the left and right sides in a flat manner.

Seeing Qi Ye, he just glanced over it lightly, disapproving of the trace of disgust in Qi Ye's eyes.

But when he caught sight of the expression in Lin Ke's eyes, the expression in his eyes changed imperceptibly.

Moreover, Lin Ke felt that the eunuch seemed to be "watching" him knowingly.

"...What I want to say is that the empress is kind, and she doesn't want to see the suffering of the people. No one can die in this competition."

As he said that, the eunuch emphasized emphatically: "Anyone, even if he is from a humble family."

Any lowly person can't die?
Lin Ke's heart moved slightly when he heard the words, and he replied, "Caomin knows."

But Qi Ye was extremely indifferent to this and did not answer.

But the eunuch didn't seem to deal with Qi Ye, and said loudly without waiting for Qi Ye's answer: "Then our family will announce... the competition will officially start now!"

As soon as this statement came out, countless people in the entire capital let out all kinds of cheers and chatter, and it was extremely noisy.

The competition has begun!

The opening remarks at the very beginning made the wind and clouds turbulent.

Now that the official competition has begun, how exciting is that?

And under the attention of all the people, the eunuch cleared his throat: "The first competition - text!"

"Young Master Qi Ye has decided on the title of the competition 'Poetry' three months ago. Now, Young Master Lin Ke will decide what kind of poems to compare."

As he said that, the eunuch looked at Lin Ke with a smile on his expression that hadn't changed for thousands of years.

than what?
Lin Ke smiled when he heard the words: "The title of the poem is——Zhi."

"Whether it is clear ambition, lofty ambition, or unswerving determination, they are all ambitions."

"We can have three poems against three poems, or one poem against one poem, or one hundred poems against one hundred poems."

As he said that, Lin Ke smiled arrogantly: "I still have a lot of poems that I haven't presented to my masters. You can compare as many as you want."

"No need." Qi Ye said indifferently: "One song is enough."

A poem decides the winner!

After Qi Ye finished speaking, he walked towards the north of the center, and took out a nine-curved mahogany table with a wave of his hand.

On it are the top-quality bamboo incense rice paper and the fifth-grade wolf demon tail tip, as well as a white jade Pixiu paperweight and a thousand clouds wrapped in silk ink.

"Qing'er, grind the ink!"

Qi Ye spoke softly.

"Yes, master!" A little girl in light green clothes ran up in small steps to help Qi Ye grind.

At the same time, two women in plain and elegant clothes also came up.

One person was dressed in red, with a cold and indifferent expression.

One person is dressed in purple, and his expression is more eager than the fire.

The woman in red holds an oil lamp in her hand, which stores the blubber oil of the amethyst whale.

Using her internal force, she ignited the whale blubber oil, and the bright and soft light shone on the planning table.

Another woman in purple is holding a round fan and gently fanning Qi Ye.

During this process, the handwriting of Confucian and Taoist classics on Qi Ye's clothes emitted a faint golden light.

At the same time, the light of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone complement each other, red sleeves add fragrance, and purple clothes fan the wind.

This scene surprised many people.

For example, some inspectors are watching from a distance not far away in the sky at this time.

"Treasure, treasure, still treasure."

"Beauties, beauties, all beauties."

"Just tell you not to use your accent when you speak!"

"Well, these few treasures are worth a few months of my salary."

"Who isn't! A few days ago, that little Taoist priest even bought a ten thousand taels of gold 'Baoju' horse from the riding shop! Very rich!"

"I can't afford someone's means of transportation..."

These people chatted and sighed one by one.

The same is true in many other places, and everyone is amazed at Qi Ye's "trench".

"My brother Qi Ye is so handsome!"

"What more can a husband ask for if he has future generations?"

"Oh, I can't wait to replace it!"

"The Qi family has a big business, and they are really rich!"

"It's just under the shadow of my father."

"That's the way it is, you can't get it without 100 taels?"

"Laughing to death, 100 million taels is about the same!"

Everyone has different opinions on this, but they all think that Qi Ye is very brave.

You know, those things are treasures!

The treasure that property can buy is also a treasure!

Qi Ye picked up the pen with an indifferent face, dipped it in the ink, and in the next moment a white light shot out from his eyes.

Start writing poetry!
But when Qi Ye started to prepare, Lin Ke couldn't help being stunned.

The meaning is not read out, but written?
He scratched his head involuntarily.

Not ready!

Seemingly noticing Lin Ke's bewilderment, the eunuch said softly, "Master Lin Ke, do you need your servant to help you?"

As he spoke, he showed a smile containing tens of thousands of wrinkles.

Just as Lin Ke was about to answer, a voice came from over there.

"Brother Lin! Here I come!"

Hearing this voice, Lin Ke immediately turned around.

I saw Butcher Zhang and a large group of people approaching aggressively, holding and carrying a bunch of things in their hands.

"If you lose, you don't lose. We'll help you!" Butcher Zhang walked over righteously with chest hair, armpit hair, belly hair and a big beard, carrying a dark table on his shoulders.

Walking in front of Lin Ke, he put down the dark table with a "slap", and a stench and foul smell came to his nostrils.

"This is the table where I cut the meat. There are some pig offal and internal organs. Brother Lin, don't mind." Butcher Zhang said with a serious face:
"I just washed it with the power of Qi and blood, you can write whatever you want!"

"Mr. Lin Ke, I'm coming too! Hehehe~" The matchmaker walked up, the wrinkles on her face were comparable to those of an eunuch when she smiled, but she put on powder: "Come on, son, I'll fan you~"

In front of the public, matchmakers are very careful about their image.

At the same time, Lin Ke noticed that the matchmaker had printed a large amount of words on her clothes, such as "Basketball Baby Membership Recharge Discount", "Listen to the hook bar to buy five and get three free" and the like.

Very 6.

"Brother Lin, I'll grind ink for you!" Chen An stood by the table with firm eyes, took out a dusty inkstone, and started grinding ink.

Although Chen Pingping just got up for a while, he finally lay down.

It is estimated that Chen Pingping's storyteller friend was looking after him.

"I'll add fragrance to your lantern!" Shopkeeper Tong took out an oil lamp with cheap sesame oil on it, which he stingily buckled out.

After all, there are very few lights in the store, and shopkeeper Tong is too picky.

"Hey, I'll fan!" Bai Zhantang took out the hay fan that he often used in the store, and a smell of sweat came from under each fan.

It can be smelled that it is filled with the bitter sweat of Bai Zhantang over the years.

"You don't have to be like this."

Lin Ke couldn't laugh or cry.

But he doesn't mind that either.

To write a good poem, it is related to whether you have a good table, good pen and ink, good paper and so on?
Of course not!
What does it take to write good poetry?
What is needed is to hang!

For example, at this time, Lin Ke is ready to hang up.

(End of this chapter)