Stepmother dressed as five villains

Chapter 186 Little Guoxue Difficulties

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

Early in the morning, Gu Cheng put on his school uniform and went to the National Academy.

Qiao Lianlian took the four boys to Xiaoguo School, but unexpectedly dropped in on the way.

The three mothers were sitting in the carriage, Gu Cheng got off the carriage halfway, left Qiao and Gu Zhong, and went straight to the gate of the Xiaoguo School.

National Academy is a place full of talents such as scholars and scholars, and the building is also grand and majestic. Anyone who stands in the past can feel full of austerity.

Xiao Guoxue is much inferior in comparison, the building is a bit dilapidated, and the overall style is more delicate.

But this can't stop everyone's enthusiasm for taking the national exam.

Qiao Lianlian walked all the way, and saw many horse-drawn carriages in a hurry, and when he got to the place, there were even more people. Looking around, they were all children of five, six, seven or eight years old, led by the elders of the family, standing eagerly standing in the small In front of Guoxue.

Gu Zhong is six years old this year, he is neither the lowest nor the tallest among them, but because of his overly delicate appearance, he still attracts many people's attention.

Although the four boys were restrained by nature, they did not flinch, and kept silent and let everyone look at them.

On the other hand, Qiao was very upset, trying to block his youngest son intentionally or unintentionally.

Fortunately, not long after, the gate of the National Academy opened.

Qiao repeatedly took Gu Zhong's hand and walked in, found a seat according to the paper given on the registration day.

After a while, an old man with a sheep beard came in.

I don't know if it was Qiao Lian's illusion, but I always felt that the old man with the sheep beard gave them a meaningful glance.

Soon, he cleared his throat, "Everyone be quiet, today is the entrance examination for Xiaoguoxue, I believe everyone has heard about it, the entrance method of Xiaoguoxue is very simple, just write a poem and pass the test."

"If it doesn't pass, then I can only say sorry to everyone."

He waved his hand, and soon someone brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

One serving per person, although the quality is not very good, but it is worthy of the two taels of silver paid when signing up.

Gu Zhong skillfully picked up the brush and touched the tip of the brush.

The sheep-bearded old man shook his head and said, "Yesterday, the moon was round like a disk, so let's write a poem about the moon."

It's not a difficult subject.

Gu Zhong only thought for a moment and wrote a poem.

"The darker moon is half a house, the Big Dipper is in the middle of the railing, and the South Dipper is oblique.

Tonight, I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects shines through the green window screens. "

A few words describe the moonlit night. Although there is no rhyming angle, it is still a unique and moving poem.

Qiao Lianlian's eyes lit up, and his expectations for his youngest son suddenly increased.

Maybe this kid really has more talent in this area than Gu Cheng.

The other children who were able to take the exam were not low in talent, and quickly finished writing one poem after another.

The sheep-bearded old man picked them up one by one and looked at them one by one. When he came to Gu Zhong, his eyes lit up first. He grabbed the paper impatiently and read the lines on both sides repeatedly. His eyes showed joy, as if he saw some rare treasure.

However, when his gaze fell on Gu Zhong and Qiao Lianlian, his gaze froze again.

"Master, how about this poem?" Qiao repeatedly asked confidently.

She doesn't know how to compose poetry, but she has read [-] Tang poems, and she can feel that her youngest son's poetry is definitely not low.

She was almost certain that the child could enter the elementary school.

However, right under her nose, the old man with the sheep beard shook his head.

Qiao Lianlian's blood froze for a moment, "Master, what do you mean?"

"This poem...isn't particularly good." The old man with a goatee beard said with difficulty, "You can't... go to elementary school."

(End of this chapter)