Tang Dynasty good doctor

Chapter 563 Tang Dynasty people also care about prices
Wang Pingan got off the examination room and wandered around from room to room.I saw the candidates writing the test papers without looking up.He actually recognized many of them, and quite a few of them had been to the Inspiration Temple and flattered him!
Every time he came to a familiar scholar, Wang Pingan would stop and take a few more glances, and the scholar would definitely raise his head and bend at him as a salute, and Wang Pingan would nod and smile at him.

Anyway, whether I can really take care of you is another matter, but you still have to act like I will take care of you. At least you have to give others hope, so that you can feel better when you answer the paper. , may be able to perform beyond the level.

After walking through several examination rooms, I came to the examination room of the Jinshi Department.He squinted his eyes and looked for Di Renjie among the many scholars.Di Renjie didn't see it, but he saw Qiu Tingxuan, and around Qiu Tingxuan there were still many former students from Xiantong Academy, presumably the people sitting here were scholars from Xuzhou.

Wang Pingan slowly walked up to Qiu Tingxuan to watch him answer the questions. The Xuzhou scholars nearby raised their heads together and smiled at Wang Pingan. Some even put down their pens and bowed to Wang Pingan.

Wang Pingan quickly waved his hands at them, indicating that this is not the case, and he should answer his own paper quickly, so as not to waste time.

Seeing him coming, Qiu Tingxuan also raised his head, although he didn't smile, he nodded.Wang Pingan stood behind him and saw that he was writing a poem.

The poems that scholars are asked to write during the Jinshi examination are quite different from ordinary poems.Ordinary poems can be played freely, so there are often famous good poems, such as those handed down masterpieces of poets and poets, they are all written in ordinary times, and the poems written by great poets in the examination room are very few that can be handed down.

The main reason is that there are too many rules and regulations in the poems to be written during the exam. Not only must one thing be clearly written, but there are also requirements for levelness.Under such circumstances, it is indeed very difficult to write a beautiful poem.

In this exam for Jinshi, the title of the poems is to narrate first, then discuss, and you need to write eight sentences.The first four sentences are about the Olympic Games held in Chang'an last year; the last four sentences are about discussion, let the scholars discuss this matter.

It's not difficult just to look at the title, and it's nothing more than asking scholars to write eight lines of poems.But in fact, the shorter it is, the more difficult it is to write, and the lengthy ones are easy to confuse the word count, while the short and concise ones need to examine the ordinary reading level of scholars.

Wang Pingan saw that Qiu Tingxuan had already made a draft. The front part was about the grand occasion of the meeting, and the back part was about the joy of the people. If this kind of race meeting could be held every year, it would surely make the life of the people in the capital much better. Good day.

Although it is only a draft, it must be revised, but from the general idea, it is quite satisfactory.Official articles, for the superiors to read, are all written in a good-sounding, eulogizing, everyone almost has the same idea, it depends on who writes better.

Wang Pingan didn't say anything, and walked around again, looked at the drafts of other scholars, and after looking around, they all had the same idea, all exaggerating the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.

He sighed in his heart, no wonder Jinshi is difficult to pass, everyone has the same idea!You also have the same idea, and I also have the same idea. The level of level does not depend on thinking, it all depends on the level of writing, and there are so many limitations in writing. If you want to write elegantly, write good poems that make people shine , it is too difficult.

After walking around in this examination room, he didn't see Di Renjie, so he walked along the corridor to another examination room, which was also a Jinshi department, but he still didn't see Di Renjie.I had no choice but to leave this examination room again and enter the next one.This time, as soon as he entered the examination room, he saw Di Renjie immediately.

Di Renjie was sitting at the last table in the examination room, near the corridor, and his position was very inconspicuous.It is estimated that this may have been deliberately arranged by the merit tester Wailang. He knew that this person was Wang Ping'an's brother-in-law, so he was arranged here. In case Xiao Di was a little weird and wanted to copy a note, sit here Such a location, can't it be more convenient!

Wang Ping'an didn't go there immediately, and still looked at each table, looking at the candidates' drafts.Don't look at the shortness of an eight-line poem, but it takes a day to test, and the test is on the literary talent of the scholars, not their quick wit, so try to spare as much time as possible, and the scholars have plenty of time to revise.

Looking at one table after another, Wang Pingan shook his head more and more as he looked at it. They were all singing praises, without exception. Looking back at the past and looking at the poems of the present, it almost becomes a unified standard answer.

Walking slowly to Di Renjie, Di Renjie was very obedient, and put his draft on the table without saying a word, while he sat up straight, lowered his head and lowered his eyelids, and did not look at Wang Ping'an.

Wang Pingan stood by the table, looked at Di Renjie's draft, and sighed in his heart, my brother is really not very good at talking about writing poetry, but he is also singing praises, and the poems praising the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty are still very ordinary. Looking all the way, there are at least 30 to [-] scholars who write better than him.

He kicked Di Renjie with his foot, and when Di Renjie raised his head, he immediately shook his head at him, which meant: "Just because of this, you still want to win? No matter how good your strategy is, you can't write poems like this." No, Jinshi ranking is not only based on policy theory."

Di Renjie's face turned bitter, and he thought to himself: "Brother, what do you mean that my writing is not good? I think the writing is pretty good, even if I revise it, it may not be better than this draft!"

Historically, Di Renjie did not test Jinshi, but Ming Jing. Of course, he also has literary talent, but it gradually revealed in his later official career, and he did not become a blockbuster in the examination room when he was a teenager.

Wang Pingan glanced at the examination room and saw that no one was paying attention to him. He slowly bent down and stretched out his hand to write two words on the table. Poetry comes out.

Di Renjie bit his lip, thinking: "Price, what do you mean?"

Wang Pingan straightened up, patted Di Renjie's shoulder lightly, and thought to himself: "Everyone sings praises, and they all have the same idea. As long as you change your mind and worry about the country and the people, then this poem is considered to be of average level, but But it will stand out in countless examination papers, which is enough to make people's eyes shine. Do you really expect to write a masterpiece handed down under the restrictions of the frame? Li Bai didn't write it, so you can save it. Work harder!"

With his hands behind his back, he slowly walked out of the examination room and returned to the main hall.

Seeing him coming back, Chu Suiliang smiled and said, "I went to see your brother. How is he doing poetry? You are quite good at poetry, but your brother may not be sure!"

The servant of the Ministry of Rites and Wang Ping'an were not familiar with each other, so he didn't dare to make such an unlucky joke, and he was careful to accompany him, and said: "The prince is a great talent, even if your brother's talent is not as good as yours, as long as he has [-]% of your talent, he can't be coquettish." group."

Wang Pingan laughed twice, swallowed his saliva, and said solemnly: "Master Chu, you really underestimated my brother. If you don't believe his poems, you can go and see them in a quarter of an hour. Seeing him do it like this will definitely make your eyes shine."

Chu Suiliang shook his head lightly, he didn't believe it. Wang Ping'an's brother was called Di Renjie. He knew it. He had seen what he looked like, but he didn't care about it. There was no other reason. Di Renjie was not outstanding. , at least in his eyes, there is nothing outstanding about it. An ordinary young boy can only hang around behind Wang Ping'an's ass.

The three of them said nothing more, and waited quietly in the main hall.After about two quarters of an hour, Chu Suiliang didn't move his place, but the Minister of Rites stood up and said, "Go and take a look around, I guess by this time, some scholars should have made good poems, go down to the official...that's a sneak peek Take a moment." As he spoke, he stepped out of the main hall and looked in the direction, it was the Jinshi Division he was going to.

Chu Suiliang looked at his back, and said, "He's here to see your brother's poem, which is an eye-catching poem."

Wang Ping'an said: "When he came back, he must be staggering, his eyes were dull, and he was very dizzy."

"Why?" Chu Suiliang was taken aback.

Wang Ping'an laughed and said: "He was dazzled, the poem is so bright, it is naturally radiant, so naturally he will be dazzled."

Chu Suiliang snorted, originally he wanted to get up and go around, but after listening to Wang Ping'an's words, he sat still and insisted on waiting for the Minister of Rites to come back to see if he would be dazzled.

After a long time, the Minister of Rites came back, bowed his head and hands behind his back, nodded as he walked, and seemed to be muttering something.When he entered the main hall, Chu Suiliang asked: "How, have you ever been dazzled? Was that radiant poem hurt your eyes?"

The Minister of Rites was startled slightly, shook his head and said: "The eyes are stinging? No! However, that poem is indeed well written. Leaving aside the writing style, it is unique and unique in terms of conception alone!"

Chu Suiliang heheed, and said: "Really, the old man is going to take a look, what's so good about it!" This time he couldn't sit still anymore, and he also walked out of the main hall with his hands behind his back, and walked to the Jinshi Section .

The servant of the Ministry of Rites gave Wang Ping'an a thumbs-up, and said: "If you have a brother, you must have a brother. In terms of literary talent... far inferior to the prince, but in terms of conception, it is really unexpected!"

Wang Pingan said with a smile: "Let's wait a moment and see Master Chu's expression when he comes back.

Chu Suiliang entered the Jinshi Department, so he wouldn't rush to Di Renjie's place to read poems, which would be too revealing. Like Wang Ping'an, he also walked slowly, reading poems from table to table.

At this time, many quick-thinking scholars had already written poems and transcribed them on the test paper.The poems that Chu Suiliang saw were slightly higher in level than those seen by Wang Pingan.

Chu Suiliang just watched a few songs, and he felt okay, but the more he watched, the more he frowned, thinking: "It's not very good, it's the same, but when it comes to flattery, their standards are too low, at least worse than mine. Far away!"

(End of this chapter)