I write novels to become a saint

Chapter 48
Entering the Fuxue, Lin Qian suddenly felt a little strange. He felt that his Wen Palace seemed to be shielded by something. No matter how he turned his mind, he could not enter the Wen Palace again, as if there was a layer of haze between himself and the Wen Palace. The fog completely isolated the two parties.

"Signal jammer?"

Lin Qian thought about it, looked around, and finally landed on the statue of the saint in the square.

It is the sculpture of Confucius, the teacher of all ages. The sculpture is wearing a traditional Confucian shirt, holding a volume of books in his left hand, putting it on his chest, and carrying his right hand behind his back. He looks kindly, but his eyes are looking into the distance, facing the gate of the school. direction, as if looking at the students entering the government school.

Although this looked like an ordinary sculpture, Lin Qian always felt that the shielding of the Wen Palace was related to this sculpture.

Without looking too much, Lin Qian was led by the order-maintaining soldiers to his examination room, a small cubicle less than three levels.

There is only one bed in the cubicle. There are three subjects in the government examination. It takes one day and one night, and you can rest on the bed in the middle. Besides, there is a stool.

Lift the wooden board up, walk into the grid room, put down the wooden board, sit on the stool, and wait for the test papers to be issued.

The first subject was Jing Yi, which was the last subject Lin Qian needed to worry about at the moment.

Soon, Lin Qian heard the rumbling of wheels.

After about half a quarter of an hour, a carriage pulling test papers stopped in front of the examination room. The soldiers put a stack of test papers on Lin Qian's examination table, and after a salute, they pulled the carriage to the next examination room. room to go.

The test paper was printed with movable type, and there was a faint fragrance of ink on it. The handwriting was neat and pleasing to the eye. Presumably, the master version of this movable type was the work of a certain calligrapher.

There was no ink leakage in the test paper, and the laser printing effect was not worse than Lin Qian's previous life.

Read through the test papers first. This is what Wang Zhuan specifically told him to pay attention to, because there was a class of Jingyi test papers divided into Yin and Yang. The difficulty of positive rolls is much greater than that of the second set of negative rolls.

Many candidates in that class suffered a lot.

After finding that there were no deviations from the question, Lin Qian began to write and answer the paper after the strange question.

……

After watching the students enter the school, Li Changce returned to the palace. Only Lin Xinyun and Zhang Zehan were still waiting outside the school. Although they knew that Lin Qian would not come out until tomorrow, they couldn't get rid of this feeling.

Just like those parents who waited for candidates to come out outside the examination room in previous lives.

As soon as he entered the palace, Li Changce saw Wang Zhuan standing in the courtyard.

"teacher."

Li Changce stepped forward to salute, Wang Zhuan stood here, obviously waiting for him.

"Qian'er's talent and character are deeply in my heart, but he is a little careless in making friends."

Wang Zhuan looked serious, even a little angry, "Is it okay to say that Xie Yuan is none other than Lin Qian?"

Originally, the battle between the old and the new parties was already very fierce. Even if you have nothing wrong with you, they will pick on you. Now you leave something to talk about, how can the other party let it go?

Li Changce nodded approvingly, "That Zhang Zehan is ignorant, he is a complete businessman, but when Qian'er was poor, he was the one who sponsored Qian'er to go to school, and now Qian'er has achieved something in his studies without forgetting his roots, and he values ​​love and righteousness , but it is understandable.”

He obviously took Lin Qian's excuses during the interrogation by the county government seriously, thinking that Zhang Zehan not only borrowed money from Lin Qian, but also gave money from time to time.

"I will go say hello to Zhang Zehan and tell him to be cautious in his words and deeds."

Wang Zhuan was silent. Lin Qian's emphasis on love and righteousness is of course a good thing for them, but for Lin Qian himself, it may not be so. In the end, he could only sigh softly, and waved his hands helplessly, "Go!"

It would be fine if Lin Qian's grades were mediocre, but if Lin Qian really got out of high school, there might be some disturbances.

And judging from Lin Qian's talent, this might be quite big!
At this time, Lin Qian was looking at the poetry test questions that had just been issued in the examination room. If he knew what the master was thinking at this time, he would be dumbfounded. Everyone thought that he was unparalleled in poetry, but only he knew his own level. The topic is what I will.

"You will know everything in the exam, and you will be right!"

After meditating, Lin Qian opened the exam paper.

Compared with the thick stack of Jingyi examination papers, the title of the poems is much simpler and clearer, with only one piece of paper.

【Mingzhi】

【patriotic】

Choose one of the two, but you need to compose poems, not compose lyrics.

Lin Qian's heart skipped a beat. The teacher's poems were quite good, but compared to his poems, his poems were a bit inferior. In other words, he was not so famous, so he naturally read less.

There is nothing worse than this when the book is used.

"Mingzhi, patriotism..."

Talking about these two topics, Lin Qian began to search in his mind.

After a while, Lin Qian thought of an untitled Qijue song by Brother Xun, "Blood fertilizes the central plains, fertilizes the fertile grass, and condenses the earth to produce spring flowers. The hero has many plots to plot his husband's illness, and tears shed Chongling's crows."

But soon he shook his head. This poem lamented that heroes died in battle, and it didn't fit the theme of "Patriotism" so well, and "Mingzhi" couldn't be mentioned.

But thinking of Brother Xun, Lin Qian was also full of thoughts, and soon there was another song in his mind, "There is no way to escape from the spirit altar, and the storm is like a rock, and the homeland is dark. I wish Han Xingquan didn't notice, I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood .”

Perfectly fit the theme of [Patriotic]!

With his mind agitated, Lin Qian grinds up his pen and is about to start answering the paper.

But soon he stopped again. This is indeed a patriotic poem. First, he wrote the author's love for the motherland, and then wrote about the worries about the motherland caused by love, and then wrote the poem. Feeling "I don't care about the cold star" from worry, I can't help but feel a little heavy, and finally leap to a new peak, passionate and passionate, bursting out the strongest voice of "I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood", full of motivational power .

But the god arrow refers to Cupid, the god of love in ancient Greek mythology. He used the altar shot by the god of love, that is, the heart, to express his love for the motherland.

The problem is that there is no legend about the god of love in Dagan, so this sentence cannot express the love for the motherland.

The homeland is as dark as a storm, and it is clearly stated that Dagan is now turbulent. It is good for everyone to know this kind of thing. It is probably inappropriate to say it so bluntly.

Lin Qian could of course make some changes, but unfortunately, he doesn't have the strength!
Even if he researched clearly, it would be difficult to write the level of the original poem. It is a trivial matter to be ridiculed. If he fails the government examination, it will be a small loss.

Put down the brush again.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and a poem came to mind.

[The boy is determined to go out of the hometown, and he will never return if he fails to learn and become famous.

There is no need to bury the bones in the homeland, life is full of green hills. 】

Compared with being patriotic, it is easier for a Mingzhi poem to be put on the line. Mingzhi is much easier. It is not harmful to be called arrogant at worst. Which literati is not arrogant?
Sure enough, modern and ancient poetry depends on the teacher!
(End of this chapter)