For more than two months, Ye Nan was practicing swords silently in the room, and sometimes he would discuss poetry with Huang Tingjian.

After persisting for a while, when he saw that Ye Nan was not studying, Huang Tingjian changed his strategy and read loudly every day, so that Ye Nan could hear it clearly. In the afternoon, he came to Ye Nan with his newly written poems and essays every day.

Not to mention it. In the past two months, Huang Tingjian felt that he had made great progress, and his grasp of the interpretation and palace examinations was a little more important.

More than seventy days passed in a flash. In a blink of an eye, today is the beginning of the trial.

Early in the morning, it was not even very bright, and Ye Nan and Huang Tingjian rushed to the examination room in the carriage provided by his uncle.

Huang Tingjian was a little nervous and didn't eat much breakfast. However, Ye Nan took two noodles and a bowl of rice cakes, and he also ate the remaining cakes of Huang Tingjian, feeling 70% full.

When they arrived near the door, Ye Nan and Huang Tingjian got off the car.

At this time, there were all students coming to take the exam in front of the square.

Some people hold oil cakes and eat breakfast, which smells so strong; some people check the packages and organize things; some people hold poetry scrolls and sharpen their guns in the face of battle.

Outside the examination room, two rows of sergeants stood, and the guards were two mirror-type treasures.

This treasure is made for the heart mirror and the empty mirror.

The former checks the heart. Whenever a candidate with a cheating heart looks at it, the mirror will light up.

The latter investigates the matter. The mirror is also bright with mustard seeds on his body.

These two things are placed at the entrance of the examination room, and every candidate entering the examination must investigate to prevent fraud.

In the examination room, there are portraits of saints from ancient times to the present. If someone cheats, the portrait will be expressed on the spot.

Cheating under the noses of all the saints? You have this ability, are you still afraid that you won’t pass the exam?

...

Outside the courtyard, Ye Nan and a group of students were waiting.

In the courtyard, the chief invigilator of this test was the supervisor of the eunuch and the prefect of the Hongfu stood behind him.

The chief invigilator held a long incense stick in his hand, recited a long essay, and bowed three times to the portraits of all saints.

Then he lit the long incense and placed it in the incense burner. Behind him, the same was true for the invigilators and reviewers.

On the incense burner, the blue smoke shone slowly, like a bridge, projecting the shadows of some saints.

At the same time, the invigilator nodded.

"The saints have arrived, and the candidates have entered the venue!"

Soon, the gate of the examination hall was opened and candidates entered the venue in an orderly manner.

...

The answer test is different from the provincial test, but is similar to the provincial test, which only takes one day.

The content of the exam is also very similar to that of the provincial examination, namely, the meaning of the ink, the classics, the poems, lyrics, and the fu.

With Ye Nan's unforgettable skills and the amount of filling the twelve-foot Wen Palace, in just one hour, he answered the ink letter and the meaning of the scriptures with his profound Feibai style.

Then, he looked at the topics of poetry, lyrics, and fu.

There are a lot of topics, and there is only one topic: farming.

Looking at this topic and then looking at the portraits of all the saints around him, Ye Nan smiled.

The staff on duty around were very strange: other older candidates were thinking hard and racking their brains. Why were such young candidates laughing?

The officers are not stupid either. There are not many young scholars. In addition, Ye Nan's name is "the No. 1 Prodigy of the Song Dynasty" is quite famous, so he immediately realized his identity.

Organic, report it immediately.

Ye Nan smiled and added water, ground ink, and pointed the pen.

When the invigilator got the news and couldn't help but "inspection" with others, Ye Nan waved his pen and made a five-character quatrain in one go.

Compassion farmers

When the sun is hoeing, sweat drips into the soil.

Who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard.

In an instant, his energy soared into the sky and the entire examination institute was shocked.

According to the size of talent, poetry and prose are divided into six realms.

When one territory comes out of the county, one foot and one foot to two feet; when the second realm reaches the prefecture, one foot and two feet to three feet; when the third realm is in the state, one foot and three feet to four feet; when the fourth realm is in the state, one foot and four feet to four feet; when the fourth realm is in the country, one foot and four feet to five feet; when the fifth realm is in the world, one foot and five feet to six feet; when the sixth realm is in the sage, one foot and talent is six feet and above.

Ye Nan was so mean to the farmers, and his talent almost rolled upwards, and soon passed four feet.

Four feet two, four feet four, four feet six, four feet eight!

The chief invigilator looked at the invigilance step by step, and before he could stop, he took a breath of cold air.

"Poetry has become a country, and I am worthy of being the number one prodigy of my Song Dynasty. This son is so terrifying!"

Only then did he rush to Sichae and stop. Although he was not shocked, many of the saints quickly attracted their attention because of this.

The saint's virtual statues separated from the portrait and floated to Ye Nan. With a click, the poem that directly crushed the wooden table and Ye Nan who wrote the poem started to discuss it.

The Holy Shadow, who could not see his identity, exclaimed.

"At such a young age, I can write a poem about the country. It's amazing, it's amazing!"

"Pity for farmers? Although it is not a poem about fighting but a poem about encouragement for farmers, once used, it will be enough to add at least half of the crop yield! In the long run, it will definitely be upgraded to spread to the world!"

“Huh?”

There were also saints who were shocked and suspicious when they looked at Ye Nan carefully.

When other saints asked, he smiled and shook his head, which attracted the attention of many saint shadows.

Then, they immediately discovered Ye Nan's "secret".

"hiss!"

"This is a talent?"

"I heard that this son was named the No. 1 child prodigy of the Song Dynasty when he was five years old? Now when I see him, it turns out to be so!"

"Super, it's amazing!"

Although it is the same sentence, what the saint phantom said now is completely different from what he was just sighing about.

But when the saints said this, the invigilator took a seat.

This is a candidate that saints want to praise. Is there any other candidate for Jie Yuan?

But he admitted that Ye Nan's poems were quite beautiful, and even he might not be as good as that. But if the ink and calligraphy are not good, the position of Jie Yuan will not be easy to determine!

He quickly stepped forward, first moved the poem about the country to the saints, and then picked up the paper that Ye Nan had fallen to the ground and looked at it.

Ink post...all right.

The meaning of the scriptures...all the same.

Font...Previous.

After reading it, the invigilator breathed a sigh of relief.

There is a Jieyuan for this test!

But next, there is another problem.

As a poem about governing the country, it may be possible to advance to the world in the future. It was originally the author himself.

But Ye Nan's poem is an answer sheet, so it's hard for him to take it away!

However, a saint also showed this and spoke.

"Send this poem to the Holy Academy to worship. Through the Holy Academy, the poem will be spread throughout the Song Dynasty, Tang Dynasty and Mongolian Yuan as soon as possible. When it is promoted to a poem that spreads the world, I will return it to you. I wonder if it is possible?"

When he heard this poem was going to send it to the Mongol Yuan, some saints frowned immediately but did not say anything.

Ye Nan bowed to the saint.

"Can!"
Chapter completed!