The two brothers Cheng Chuliang and Cheng Chubi covered their eyes shyly.
Their eldest brother's current performance is really poor.
As time passed by, Cheng Chumo's mind went blank.
Seeing that everyone around him was finishing their writing one after another, but he had no inspiration for a long time, and a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
On the high platform, Yu Chigong saw Cheng Chumo's performance and laughed and mocked Cheng Yaojin.
"Cheng Dalian, why haven't you written a poem yet? Are you planning to hold back a famous poem?"
"Hahahaha."
All the ministers around him covered their faces and snickered.
Cheng Yaojin had a dark face. When he raised his head and saw Cheng Chumo finally picking up the pen and writing, he slapped his thigh excitedly.
"Heitantou, look, I, Old Cheng, are already writing Qilin'er!"
Seeing that Cheng Chumo did not hand in a blank paper, Cheng Yaojin finally felt relieved.
"Old man, the time for a stick of incense has almost passed. Chu Mo won't be writing randomly, right?" Yu Chigong was a little annoyed.
These two old guys quarreled on the stage without any fear of embarrassment.
Li Shimin had no time to pay attention to them. He saw Wang Jian put down his pen early and closed his eyes to rest.
I am looking forward to Wang Jian's poems.
As the incense recording the time burned out, the doctor from the Ministry of Rites walked out from one side, and walked to the stage and shouted loudly.
"Time's up, stop writing!"
Everyone immediately put down their pens and stood still.
A group of Imperial Guards quickly collected the papers on the table and handed them to the scoring office backstage.
Kong Yingda, Yu Shinan, and Chu Liang, as grading supervisors, have been impatient for a long time.
There is only a number plate but no name on the poem scroll, so there is no fear of them engaging in malpractice for personal gain.
After reading about twenty poems, their hot hearts suddenly became colder.
Most of them are Ding and others.
The three of them exchanged glances and could only bite the bullet and rate it.
When they see a sentence that is smooth and smooth, they will directly give it a B-level low. For a poem with a little artistic conception, they will backhand a B-level high.
When Kong Yingda saw the poem volume No. 666, he saw the ugly words on it and almost threw it aside in anger.
But his sense of responsibility still told him to insist on seeing it, after all, the fate of the candidates was involved.
Unexpectedly, just reading the first line of the poem made his eyes suddenly light up.
Kong Yingda quickly put down the grading pen, raised the poem scroll with both hands, and said excitedly to Yu Shinan and Chu Liang beside him.
"Yu Gong, Chu Gong, I found an excellent poem called "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night"!"
Yu Shinan andChu Liang looked at a bunch of shit and felt extremely bad.
After hearing Kong Yingda’s words, they also put down their pens.
"Brother Kong, read it quickly and listen!"
Kong Yingda nodded, raised the poem and recited it with emotion.
"The tide of the Spring River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises with the tide on the sea."
"The waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the Spring River!"
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"The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and there are endless roads to Jieshi and Xiaoxiang."
"I don't know how many people will return home by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees in the river with love." < /p>
After reading the poem, the three of them were stunned.
"Okay! This poem deserves a first-class rating!" Yu Shinan and Chu Liang clapped their hands.
Kong Yingda nodded excitedly, then spread the paper on the table and solemnly wrote the three big characters "A" and "A".
The first class A in this poetry meeting appeared.
Excited laughter came from the background, startling Li Shimin and others on the high platform.
"These guys don't know what they are up to. The scores are slow and there is still time to laugh." Cheng Yaojin and others were extremely anxious.
"Don't look forward to it, Mr. Cheng, that kid Chu Mo will definitely be eliminated in the first round." Yuchi Gong glanced at Cheng Yaojin and continued to attack.
After another half an hour, the doctor from the Ministry of Rites finally came out to announce the result.
He stood in front of the stage and shouted loudly, "Those whose numbers were read out should stay put. Those whose numbers were not read out should leave the examination room immediately."
" 007, 038...666, 728...1320."
As the promotion numbers were read out, the faces of thousands of people who had not been read out looked depressed.
They did not leave after exiting the examination room, but stayed outside and continued to observe.
Among the people who advanced, Wang Jian, Changsun Chong, Du He, Cui Shenji, Chen Lun, and Liu Zijun were among them.
And at the very center, there is an unexpected person...Cheng Chumo!
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Yes, Cheng Chumo also advanced!
The reason why he was promoted was that he remembered a poem that Wang Jian accidentally said.
"The scorching summer is a good time to sleep, and autumn passes and winter comes again."
Cheng Chumo was so clever that he changed this poem and added two more sentences.
"The continuous rain in spring makes me sleep well, and autumn comes east again."
"Year after year, I hope that every year will be a peaceful year."
This poem was reviewed by Yu Shinan, who gave it a B-level rating.
Although the whole poem is not that good, the lyrics are smooth, smooth and catchy.
"Hahahaha!" On the high platform, Cheng Yaojin happily took a series of photosleg.
He pulled Yu Chigong’s arm and said with a proud look, "Heitan Tou, you old guy is blind and blind, my Qilin'er has advanced!"
" Humph~" Yuchi Gong was deflated, his expression as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.
I am not afraid of my son Hun, but I am afraid that Hunqiu’s son will become smarter.
"Knowing integrity, I have been away from Wu for three days, and I am a monk. Chumo, this child has made great progress." Li Shimin also nodded and praised.
"Your Majesty gave him the opportunity to practice in the Well Drilling Department and learn something." Cheng Yaojin congratulated him.
He was also secretly curious.
What kind of poem did Cheng Chumo write so stupidly that he could sneak into the second round?
Could it be that the ancestors showed up to bless Cheng Chumo to win the first place!
Thinking of this, Cheng Yaojin's expectations for Cheng Chumo suddenly increased greatly.
Among the crowd of onlookers.
"That's awesome, the eldest brother has advanced!"
Brothers Cheng Chuliang and Cheng Chubi shouted excitedly.
"Cheng Chumo, this bastard, could he secretly study hard by midnight without my back?"
Yuchi Baoqi's face darkened, and he cursed in his heart.
He thought of Cheng Chumo's past behaviors and became more and more convinced of his guess.
"Well, Cheng Chumo, we agreed to become warriors together, but you actually want to be both civil and military!"
"No, I have to study hard after I go back. It can't be compared to Cheng Chumo is wrong!"
Yuchi Baoqi thought to himself, and his whole body was suddenly full of fighting spirit.
The doctor of the Ministry of Rites then announced the topic of the second round.
"The second round is titled 'Ode to History', and the poem writing time is also the time of one stick of incense!
After hearing this title, Li Chengqian on the high platform and those in the audience Wang Jian was stunned at the same time.
I didn’t expect the second round of questions.
The original theme was spring, rain, and flowers, but now the second round has changed to chanting history.
Li Chengqian looked at Wang Jian worriedly, fearing that he would not be able to write a poem.
But this did not bother Wang Jian, it just took more time to remember.
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On the high platform, Kong Yingda also came to Li Shimin with "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night"
"Your Majesty, this poem is the first round, and its level is far higher than other poems. "
"Oh? Present it for a look. "Li Shimin sat up straight.
After Wang De brought the poem up, he began to read it eagerly.
"This word..." Li Shimin looked at it for the first time. , his brows furrowed.
How can the poem be any good if the handwriting is so poor?
On his left and right sides were Changsun Wuji and Fang Xuanling. Come over too.
"If you ask a three-year-old child to write it, it will be more beautiful than the words on it." Changsun Wuji took one look and lost interest.
The first time Fang Xuanling saw the calligraphy, he recognized that it was written by Wang Jian. No other scholar could write such ugly calligraphy.
Kong Yingda raised his hand and said, "Your Majesty, although contestant No. 666's handwriting is poor, his poems are excellent!"
Li Shimin read the poem with hesitation.
A cup of tea.
"What a poem!" Li Shimin slammed the table.
This poem is on the same level as the poems written by Wang Aiqing.
If this poem was not written by Wang Aiqing, I am afraid he would have a strong opponent.
Li Shimin was even more confused in his heart. Who could be able to compose such a divine poem and write it in such a mess?
The second round of poetry writing time is also over.
The imperial guards skillfully put away the poem and took it to the backstage grading office.