What to do, cold salad.

Since you don’t have the ability to write, you can’t hand in the blank paper.

I can't take care of much, so I'll talk about it after writing it.

Just as the teachers in later generations taught, do not leave blank spaces on the paper, but must be full.

Qin Guan made up his mind and no longer hesitated and copied the article from the Shenzong period without saying a word. Regardless of whether it was good or not, the five sutras were completed.

It was already midnight. It was as dark as ink outside, and even Qiu Chong'er had already stopped, and it seemed so quiet outside.

Qin Guan looked up and looked outside. There were not many exam rooms with lights on.

Qin Guan put the scriptures and set them aside, and opened the poems and essays.

There are only two questions in the poems and essays. Qin Guan looked carefully and said that the first question was to write a poem with the rhyme "empty, image, life, in heaven, earth, and beginning".

I also read the second question, with the title of "Autumn" and write a poem, but there is no limit to the others.

A poem or a poem, fu looks at the foundation of rhythm, but poetry looks at the talent.

At this time, Qin Guan's eyelids were fighting and decided to go to bed first. There was still one day to pack up tomorrow. Put on a thin blanket on the bench, blow out the candles, and then lie down and cover another thin blanket on his body and cover his head.

The phone screen lights up in the quilt.

Search for the corresponding poems and songs to prepare for tomorrow. There are too many poems with autumn as the title. You can find dozens of them by just searching. Liu Yong's tunes are too depressing, Li Qingzhao's, too feminine, and Qin Guan finally chose a word.

This word can be said to be a famous work throughout the ages, and it is definitely impossible to use it.

As for the fu, Qin Guan also found a corresponding one, which was simply perfect, and the fu was very famous and could be said to be a chapter.

Looking at the time, it was already past one o'clock in the morning. Qin Guan closed his eyes and fell asleep immediately.

When Qin Guan woke up, he saw that it was already past 8 o'clock in the morning. It was bright and the sun was enough. Qin Guan got up, first wiped his hands and face with a cloth towel dipped in water, and then rang the bell.

"What to do?" asked the yamen runner.

“Enter the toilet.”

"Come with me." The yamen runner said expressionlessly. It was obvious that many candidates made this request this morning.

After the solution, Qin Guan asked for another pot of boiling water and ate some with snacks and braised dishes. At this time, most of the candidates outside had already entered the exam and were writing again.

Last night, he had already selected the two poems and essays, and there was less trouble. When the tour was over, Qin Guan immediately started answering the questions.

The title of the poem "Fu of Mixed Things".

"The wonderful things are hard to imitate, and there are innate things. From the beginning of namelessness, they are born at the beginning of the extreme, and they are neither shrinking nor full. The image is still exhausted in the vastness and narrowness. They are not carved, and the manifolds are not stagnant in the fullness and emptiness."

“…”

This fu has a total of 2 o'clock words, totaling nine chunks, and it was also written by a famous person, Wang Zeng.

If this Wang Zeng may not know, many people should not know, but when it comes to "big three yuan", many people should know this term.

The top names in the provincial examination, imperial examination, and palace examination are Jie Yuan, Hui Yuan and Zhuang Yuan. Throughout history, the imperial examination has lasted for more than a thousand years. There are only 13 people who can get three yuan for one person. This Wang Zeng is one.

He is definitely a fighter among imperial examination candidates, a master and master.

This "Fu of Mixed Things" is his work.

After writing the fu, only one word is left, which is even simpler. Qin Guan took a sip of tea and took a break, then started writing again after moistening the pen.

It only takes a few minutes, and a poem goes by at a glance.

"The sky is blue and the yellow leaves are yellow. The autumn colors are continuous, and the waves are cold and green. The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky is connected to the water. The grass is ruthless, and it is even outside the setting sun.

The soul of the countryside is chasing the journey. Unless every night, I dream of keeping people sleep. Don’t lean on the high moon tower alone. Wine enters the sorrowful heart and turns into tears of lovesickness.”

This poem has an extraordinary origin and is written by "Fan Wenzhenggong" and is a famous work that has been passed down through the ages. In just a few short sentences, it outlines an extremely vast and colorful picture of autumn colors.

The traveler's homesickness in the second half of the verse is consistent with the scene in the first half of the verse, which makes him feel more emotional.

Finally all answered.

Qin Guan put down his pen and stretched out his tired waist.

I took out all the test papers and checked them again. The calligraphy was perfect in shape, there were no smudges, no missed questions, and the name was written, perfect.

Look at the time, it's just 11 o'clock.

And other students are still nervously answering questions.

What is happiness? Happiness means you are still hungry, and I am full, happiness means you are still trying to answer questions, and I have finished answering them.

The happiness index is always compared.

Qin Guan feels very happy now.

Put the test papers in hand and put them carefully. Spread two pieces of draft paper on the table to make a move, and wait for the exam to end.

After lunch, Qin Guan slept again. The passing patrol scene looked at Qin Guan's appearance, but shook his head slightly. He had seen many such students and probably had given up.

"ah!!!"

"Why can't I think of it? How should I answer, how should I answer."

There was a noise outside, awakening Qin Guan. When Qin Guan started, he saw several yamen run over quickly from front of him. Soon, the yelling candidate was blocked by someone with a rag and dragged him out.

Before passing by Qin Guan's examination room, Qin Guan saw that the candidate should be in his forties, his temples were already white, and he was dragged on the stone floor by several yamen runners, and he was still struggling, sobbing in his mouth as if he wanted to shout something.

Qin Guan showed that the man's eyes had become turbid, and there was no clear mind of a normal person.

Qin Guan was worried about his heart.

Another person who was driven crazy by the imperial examination.

Throughout history, there have been too many such things. Even in modern society, aren’t there still countless college entrance examination students who directly collapsed or even committed suicide under tremendous pressure?

At the end of Shen Shi, the gong rang, and the examiner and the yamen runner came and shouted loudly: "The time has come, all candidates stop writing. If there are any answers again, they will be treated as cheating."

I heard someone suddenly shout, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, I will have another question. I have already drafted it and copy it. I will win this year."

"Stop writing quickly." Someone scolded.

"Wait a minute, give me another half an hour." The candidate begged.

"Come on, pull him out."

The man cried, "No, I will win this year, I will win." His voice gradually drifted away, and he was obviously dragged away.

An examiner brought two yamen runners to Qin Guan's room. He just glanced at Qin Guan, and then dug up the name and collected the papers. A yamen runner said, "Pack up the things and leave the venue."

Qin Guan had already packed up his things, picked up his carry-on box, and left the venue with a thin quilt under his armpit. As soon as he left the examination room, he saw Erbao and Qin Xi waiting at the door. Erbao saw his young master coming out and quickly stepped forward to take the things, "Young master, you have worked hard these two days."

"Where are you, are you coming out?" Qin Guan asked.

"The eldest young master hasn't come out yet." Erbao said.

"Well, then let's wait for brother here." Qin Guan said.
Chapter completed!