I'm so hard

Chapter 115 Poetry Bureau (first update)
At the moment Hong Yuxin stood on the gold list platform, almost everyone's eyes were on her.

She looked away from Zhao Yan, then looked around, smiled, and sat on a chair not far away.

Although she set the rules of the competition, it is natural for others to do the rough work of announcing the rules.

At this time, a middle-aged man with the appearance of a housekeeper stood up and coughed a few times, and the surrounding immediately became quiet.

"My lords, this year's gold medal competition has officially started. First of all, I would like to announce the requirements of the contestants this time."

"First, those who consider themselves ugly are not allowed to participate; second, those who consider themselves ugly are not allowed to participate; third, those who are over [-] years old are not allowed to participate. Those who do not meet these three criteria, please enter the gold list. "

Hearing these three rules, Zhao Yan couldn't help being happy, but after thinking about it carefully, it still makes sense.

In the selection of the imperial examinations in the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was a well-known but unwritten rule. It was impossible for an ugly person to be an official.

Because once you become an official, it represents the face of the imperial court. If you look fierce or ugly, it is much more difficult to enter an official career than ordinary people.

It is even more difficult for those with ugly words to be an official, because civil servants often need to write memorials and articles. If the words are unclear, they will definitely be hindered in their work.

As for the third article, if you fail to pass the Jinshi examination after you are over [-] years old, then even if you pass the examination in the future, there will be no achievements.

On the one hand, Hong Tianshou held the gold medal list to find a son-in-law for his daughter, and on the other hand, he also wanted to please the young men of Shantai Mansion.When these people get rich in the future, they will definitely repay the Hong family for their kindness.

When businessmen and court officials establish a good relationship, the business will definitely become more and more prosperous.

Immediately, the literati began to walk on the gold list.

Those who are within these three rules can only sigh helplessly.

Zhao Yan was playful, so he immediately mingled with the crowd and walked up to it.

Soon, about 300 people stood on the gold list stage.

When Perxing, a sloppy alcoholic, walked onto the stage, Housekeeper Hong stopped him.

Perxing glanced sideways at Butler Hong, then brushed off his long hair that covered most of his face, and said, "I'm just a little lazy, I didn't put on a new shirt, if I did, the most handsome person on stage would be me." belongs to."

Pershing was fascinated by himself, but after he lifted his long hair, he didn't look ugly.

Not far away, Hong Tianshou obviously knew Pershing. He gave Steward Pan a wink and motioned for Perxing to take the stage.

Butler Hong could only curl his lips and let the sloppy guy stand on the stage.

Soon, [-] sets of mahogany tables and chairs were lifted up on the gold list platform, each set of tables and chairs was placed with high-quality pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

The distance between each set of tables and chairs is about half a meter. Fortunately, the gold list table is big enough, otherwise it really wouldn't be able to accommodate so many tables and chairs.

"Young masters, sit down casually!"

Immediately, Zhao Yan and the others took their seats.

At this time, Steward Hong walked to the center of the Jinbang platform, and with a wave of his big hand, a screen covered with gauze was lifted up.

Obviously, the top of the screen should be the test questions of the competition.

Steward Hong said loudly: "The first game is the Poetry Bureau. On the screen are the first four lines of a seven-character regulated poem. This poem is praised by my lady as the number one regulated poem. Everyone can be shortlisted for the next round, everyone remember to sign their names at the end."

Rhythm number one?

The scholars below are a little confused. Over the millennia, there have been thousands of well-known regulated poems, but none of them can be called the first.

However, some literati stood upright, quite confident.Because they have memorized too many poems, as long as one of them can write it, they will certainly be able to write it.

As soon as Zhao Yan heard that the first game was written silently.

Can't help but want to retire a little bit.

If he is writing poetry, he still has many poems in his mind. If he is talking about policy theory, he criticizes memorials every day, and his insights are naturally stronger than these people.

However, if it is a test of dictation of poetry.

His strength is not even as good as that of a certain scholarly family, eleven or twelve years old.

But at this moment, both Liu Dazhong and Heiwa looked at Zhao Yan expectantly. In their eyes, Zhao Yan was omnipotent.

Zhao Yan rolled his eyes and said to himself: If I imitate that Lou Zhixian pretending to have gout, it shouldn't be shameful!

At the same time, other literati had already picked up their brushes and dipped them in ink.

brush!
The gauze on the screen was lifted, and four lines of poems appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone on the gold list stage had different expressions, some were surprised, some were confused, and some were ecstatic.

Zhao Yan, on the other hand, was obviously taken aback, then picked up the brush and began to write quickly.

At this moment, Hong Yuxin, the eldest lady of the Hong family, glanced in Zhao Yan's direction, with a faint smile on her face.

The first four sentences of this poem are: Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, and one string and one column think of Huanian.Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies, Wangdi Chunxin entrusted cuckoos.

It was the song "Jinse" written by Zhao Yan when he participated in Qushui Liushang in Wanbaolou last year.

He didn't expect this poem to be regarded as the number one verse by the young lady of the Hong family.

brush!brush!brush!
There are quite a few people who can remember the second half of this poem.

Immediately, after each literati finished writing, they only need to raise their hands, and someone will put the poem manuscripts on the front table in order.

And Zhao Yan was naturally familiar with this poem, so he handed it over quickly.

Half a quarter of an hour later, more than 100 poem manuscripts had been placed on the table in front of them in order.

As for the rest of the people, they frowned. This kind of test question can't be thought of just by thinking about it.

Some people were still searching their brains, while others sighed and stepped down directly.

Soon, nearly [-] manuscripts were accumulated, and those who didn't know had automatically stepped down.

As soon as Steward Hong waved his hand, five middle-aged men dressed as teachers walked up, and then began to check the poem draft.

After a quarter of an hour, those one hundred poems that had advanced were selected.

Steward Hong held one hundred manuscripts, and said loudly: "The top one hundred poems are already in my hands, but those whose names I can read can stay on the stage, and those who haven't will be eliminated."

Immediately, Housekeeper Hong began to read his name, and Zhao Yan's alias was Yan Zhao, who was often used in the past.

The relatively well-known talents in Shantai Mansion, such as Niu Yuanjia, Ji Zhengqing, Perxing, etc., all successfully advanced.

People with real literary talents will not write behind closed doors, and will take the initiative to learn about the best poems of Da Zhou.

Those who were eliminated had no choice but to step down.

This competition system is held privately, no one dares to raise objections, and no one is qualified to raise objections.

What's more, it was the competition system that Miss Hong of the Hong family came up with.

At this time, Hong Yuxin looked at Zhao Yan who was in a daze again, with a shy and admiring expression on his face.

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(End of this chapter)