The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

"Brother Wan Hua, we believe that you will not be kicked out of the examination room by the traitor like last time, with the escort of poems gifted by Mr. Yan Ge!"

"Give us poor family scholars, fight for a sigh of relief!"

"Haha, this imperial examination may be the fairest one in the history of my Ming Dynasty. If I still fail to pass the examination, it is a matter of ability and has nothing to do with the court!"

"Hey, the dude next to me saw that he failed the exam, so he gave up the exam."

"Luo Wanhua has worked hard, and we can't be idle! Everyone, go back and check the papers to make sure they are handed in in perfect condition!"

Under the illumination of Yan Song's light, the second light, the third light, and the fourth light were lit up around... A large area of ​​light lit up, and quickly expanded to the entire examination room.

In the examination room, none of the poor students slept anymore. They were all deeply encouraged, stood up and checked the papers carefully, and finally sprinted and wrote hard.

The City of Thorns is illuminated as bright as day!

All the humble scholars were writing vigorously while looking up at Yan Song who was holding the lamp for Luo Wanhua.

In their eyes, Yan Song's image at this time is no longer a "treacherous prime minister" vilified by the princelings and Qingliu direct ministers, but a great mentor who guides their life with a light in his palm!

From inspection, to writing questions, from attacking the powerful, to defending the poor, Yan Song's performance in this Dingwei imperial examination has completely won the sensitive and proud hearts of the poor.

Some of them had tears in their eyes, and they couldn't help the tears rolling down on the examination paper.Some stared blankly, just wanting to imprint Yan Song's back firmly in their hearts.Some pens wander around, just wanting to show their talents to Yan Song.

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Perhaps, most of them are doomed to fail the rankings, but Yan Song's words of tenacity and tenacity, let the wind from east to west, north and south, have been firmly imprinted in their hearts.

Looking at Yan Song's poem, he subdued the hearts of these humble scholars, Lu Bing stood on a high place, and gave a wry smile.

"Fuck, this Yan Song really has a skill. Next time I should also write two poems, and come out to pretend at the critical moment. But my little ink..."

Lu Bing held back for a long time, except for a fart, he didn't hold back anything, he could only sigh and burst into tears.

"Damn it, why didn't I go to school well before, but followed the emperor to catch crickets? When the books are used up, I hate less!"

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Lu Bing, who failed to pretend to be coercive, could only sigh at Yan Song, who played with scholars all over the world, with a poem.

In terms of pretense, only Yan Song will be obeyed!

Xu Jie was in the dark, drawing small circles, piercing the little straw man, cursing Yan Song and Luo Wanhua.

"Damn! I don't believe it, you Luo Wanhua can finish the test paper in three days, even if you are Luo Wanhua!"

Xu Jie cursed secretly.

There was nothing wrong with him thinking so.

The imperial examinations in the Ming Dynasty actually tested both quality and speed.

An eight-legged essay needs about a thousand words.Eight articles, almost [-] words.Including more policy theories and poems, all of them need [-] words.

You know, the ancients wrote very slowly, especially in the imperial examinations. You can't write a typo, you can't write a missing pen, and you can't write in a mess.It must be in a well-behaved Guange style (a specific calligraphy for stereotyped essays), otherwise, even if the essay is good and can be selected, the ranking will not be too high.

After all, when the examiner is grading, a good calligraphy is really important, even more important than the essay.Looking at the champions of all dynasties, which one is not half a master of calligraphy?

Overnight, it is almost impossible to finish these 9 articles with more than [-] words, and each of them needs to be done neatly.

Thinking of this, Xu Jie felt relieved and went to sleep.

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"Oh oh oh!" The rooster crowed, and dawn broke.

The night passed.

"The book is closed! The paper is closed!" Xu Jie looked impatient, screaming, jumping up and down, and rushed to Yan Song and Luo Wanhua.

He was afraid that Luo Wanhua might miraculously finish answering the questions, so it would be better to close the papers earlier.

Xu Jie also imagined that if Yan Song defended Luo Wanhua and refused to close the papers, he could take the opportunity to impeach Yan Song for "favoring candidates, suspected of collusion", and played a hard copy.

Unexpectedly, Yan Song just glanced at him and said lightly, "Okay!"

He went away.

walked away?

Xu Jie looked at Luo Wanhua's desktop.

Then, he hit the street.

wipe!

On Luo Wanhua's desktop, there are 9 neat articles and a poem "[-]". The beautiful thin gold body of the pavilion shines brightly in the morning sun.

Done, done?

Does this work too?

Xu Jie's tongue got stuck in surprise.

Luo Wanhua looked calm, looked at Xu Jie, and said calmly: "Thousands of blows are still strong, let the wind from east to west, north and south. Deputy examiner, please close the paper!"

Xu Jie really had an urge to go up and tear up this guy's paper.