Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

"Mr. Bai, you've been waiting for a long time. I just had an idea in the examination room and wrote a poem, so I wasted some time." Fang Zhongyong said to Bai Ye.

Hearing this, Bai Ye smiled slightly and said, "It seems that Brother Fang will soon be able to achieve the achievement of incorporating poetry into ink. I am very happy to congratulate you."

Fang Zhongyong's face was indescribably excited. There were only dozens of literati who wrote poems in the entire Liang Dynasty. If he could be one of them, his future would be limitless. However, he still said modestly at the moment: "Although the realm of poets can make people People can pick it up at their fingertips, but it is not something I can do with my limited knowledge. I am fortunate enough to write this poem because of the inspiration given to me by Yan Sheng Academy. "

"That's good. Since everyone is here, I'll go to the public kitchen to have a meal first, and then come back here in the afternoon when the gentlemen have finished approving the exam papers." Bai Ye said.

"Yes." The seventy-two candidates followed Bai Ye to the public kitchen, which is the canteen.

When they came here, they were shocked by the huge crowd in front of them. The huge public kitchen actually accommodated thousands of people.

Moreover, these people all looked elegant and talented, and there were even handsome young men like Bai Ye among them. Looking around, they were all candidates like them.

"I didn't expect that there would be so many candidates this year. The public kitchen that used to be so empty was actually packed with people this time. It seems that there is hope that we can recruit a hundred people this year."

Bai Ye looked at the crowd in front of him, and he was also a little surprised. Then he took the seventy-two people behind him to the dining place that had been reserved in advance. There were nine tables in total, each of which could accommodate nine people, and then He said to everyone: "Please feel free to take the seventy-three seats. I will serve food in the kitchen when everyone is seated."

After hearing Bai Ye's words, everyone began to sit down. Ci Song originally wanted to find a seat at random, but he didn't expect that Bai Ye would take the initiative to invite him, "Brother Ci, can you sit with me?"

"Of course." Ci Song stepped forward and sat down on Bai Ye's left, while Fang Zhongyong sat on Ci Song's right.

As everyone sat down, the meals began to be served. After a while, each of the nine tables was filled with delicacies. Although these dishes were not top-notch royal meals, they could still be regarded as delicacies in the world, and look at these nine tables. There are one vegetarian dish, three meat dishes, a plate of tofu puffs, and a plate of dumplings. It looks like it was made according to the taste of literati.

"It seems that the gentlemen of Yan Sheng Academy have regarded us as future poets." Fang Zhongyong said with a smile.

Hearing this, Bai Ye also smiled slightly and said, "What Brother Fang said is absolutely true."

Then everyone started to use their chopsticks and began to taste these delicacies. It has to be said that for a person like Ci Song, who has a very tricky mouth, the taste of these dishes is indeed not bad. Although it is slightly inferior to the food in the general's mansion, but These dishes have a bit more sparkle.

After eating and drinking, Bai Ye looked at everyone and said, "If you don't have any questions now, just follow me to the Jingtang."

The Jingtang is not far from the public kitchen. Everyone followed Bai Ye and arrived at the Jingtang soon.

This quiet hall is huge and can accommodate a thousand people. After everyone entered it, they felt the smell of books. Moreover, the quiet hall was very quiet. Everyone was whispering. Some people even took out books and started copying. stand up.

"Brother Ci, have you ever been in the state of ink?" Fang Zhongyong seemed to be extremely interested in poetry. After entering the quiet hall, he began to chat with Ci Song.

Hearing this, Ci Song shook his head slightly, "Although it has been inked, it is still far from what I thought in my heart."

"Oh." Fang Zhongyong responded, "When I was twelve years old, I could write calligraphy and painting, but I gave up on it myself. In my opinion, poetry is the aura of the unity of heaven and earth. Knowledge, but this poem is also the most difficult to reach the top.”

After hearing this, Ci Song nodded slightly, "Brother Fang has lofty ambitions, and Ci admires him."

"Hehe." Fang Zhongyong chuckled, and then looked at Bai Ye, "Mr. Bai, shall I wait here for the examination papers for the gentlemen?

Hearing this, Bai Ye smiled slightly and said, "Be calm for a moment. Isn't there a calligraphy treasure in the Jingtang for us to observe?" There is no point in being anxious at this time. We will know our results after all the gentlemen have finished marking the test papers in the afternoon. "

"That's good." Fang Zhongyong responded. Then everyone began to chat in low voices in the quiet hall, while Ci Song came to a row of bookshelves and began to read books.

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In the marking office on the other side, several old men who looked to be around fifty years old were gathered around thousands of pieces of rice paper, reviewing together. Their marking method was very strange, they just put their hands gently on the paper. On the stack of test papers, it means that all the contents of this stack of test papers have been memorized in the mind.

"Alas, the quality of the students who applied for the exam is really getting worse year by year. The questions in this preliminary test were obviously so easy, but I didn't expect that the results of answering the questions were so poor." After reading a stack of test papers, an old man handed it to Another old man asked him to conduct follow-up inspections to prevent any missing talents. Every test paper must be checked by all the elders present, so that accidents can be minimized.

Hearing this, another old man also sighed after taking the test paper, "Indeed, young people today are still too impetuous and lack the tenacity we had back then."

"No, there are still good prospects this year. For example, in my examination room, there are two very good little guys." The old man in charge of the Ci Song examination room slowly picked up two pieces of rice paper and slowly Put it on your desktop.

"Looking at the mountains in Danqing's painting, the scroll gently unfolds the moon in the clouds."

"The wonderful hand dances with the magical brush, and the fragrance of ink gently overflows and reflects the rainbow."

The old man slowly read the poem on the first piece of rice paper to everyone present.

"Although this man's attainments in poetry are shallow, his poetry contains a unique artistic conception. If he can study it seriously, he may be able to make some achievements in poetry in the future." One of the old men commented. After hearing this, several other old men also came over to look at the two pieces of rice paper. After a while, they nodded in agreement.

"This man also has great attainments in painting, and his paintings contain a majestic momentum, as if he wants to depict the mountains, rivers, clouds and moon."

The old man slowly put the first piece of rice paper aside and said slowly: "This boy is indeed a genius. This poem should have been written by the prodigy Fang Zhongyong."

"Fang Zhongyong? He actually came to our Yan Sheng Academy?"

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