In the snow: The prince of Chu was killed, and Nangong Pushe forced him to marry him

"Today's topic is very simple, Qiu!"

"Metaphors about things, people, lyrics, and aspirations are all acceptable. There are no requirements other than the first time."

After his voice fell, a student walked out of the door.

The pens, inks, papers and inkstones were carried to both sides and divided into a dozen large tables.

There were too many students attending the entrance ceremony, and it was impossible for them to write poems on the spot one by one.

After setting a time for receiving the manuscript, Wang Jijiu turned and left.

The door to Shangyin Academy was closed again.

But the students outside all frowned.

autumn!

The question is so simple and there are no requirements.

But that’s why it’s so difficult!

If today's topic is limited to metaphorical people, there are still many people who can make a couple of sentences.

It was even more possible to flatter Zhang Julu.

But regardless of the subject matter, it completely disrupted everyone's thoughts.

Is there anyone here who is not literate?

But because of this, they hesitated to write.

I am afraid that my intention is not enough and I will fall behind others.

But I am also afraid of missing the opportunity.

If you miss it this time, you may have to wait for a year if you want to enter Shangyin Academy again.

It’s not like there are just a few people in Shangyin Academy who accept all orders.

There are only a few hundred people available each year.

While everyone was distressed, one person stepped forward and hurriedly wrote. After writing, he folded it and handed it to the students of Shangyin Academy.

Seeing that someone had already taken action, the others became more and more anxious.

Jiang Xuan looked at this scene, but there was no change in his face.

Zhao Huangchao can be a copycat, so what if he becomes one?

When it comes to poetry about autumn, isn’t it just a matter of skill?

And Jiang Xuan already had an idea in his mind.

He stepped forward, walked to a desk, and asked the student next to him for some pen and ink.

Then lay the paper flat.

Then, it’s the pen that moves the dragon and the snake!

Drop a poem!

Until autumn comes on September [-],

After my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will be killed.

The incense array towering into the sky penetrates Lin'an,

The city is full of golden armor.

pen down.

Jiang Xuan signed his name, folded it, and handed it to the Shangyin student who was waiting beside him.

I wonder if this poem can allow me to enter Shangyin Academy?

Chapter 6 Uproar, rebels!Rebel!

As pieces of rice paper were put into Shangyin Academy, anxiety appeared on the faces of many students outside the door.

After all, do you end up doing nothing in your life, or do you leap over the dragon gate and soar into the sky?

It all depends on this time!

Even the "prodigy" who was quite confident in chatting with everyone at the beginning, all stopped at this time, and his expression showed solemnity.

At this time, only Jiang Xuan looked calm, looking at the pond outside the academy and the surrounding scenery.

Compared to the flustered moods of others, Jiang Xuan was naturally not worried at all.

Because he was completely confident about the poems he wrote.

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In Shangyin Academy, Wang Jijiu and others looked at the rice paper in their hands one by one.

There was only the sound of browsing in the room, but some people nodded slightly, some smiled, and some frowned and couldn't help but shake their heads.

"This person's writing is okay, but... not enough."

At this time, someone suddenly spoke, and after one person spoke, a lively discussion followed.

"This one in my hand is really not good. It can be said to be unbelievable. I can't believe that a student can write this."

"Hmph, there are too many people trying to squeeze their way into Shangyin Academy, including those from aristocratic families."

"You want to enter the palace with this talent? Some people are really wishful thinking!"

"All the ones I looked at can be admitted, but...that's all."

"Hey, there won't be any good seedlings this year, right? No way?"

As the chief assistant of the Liyang Dynasty, Zhang Julu secretly shook his head and thought to himself.

If there were geniuses every year, then their Liyang Dynasty would have dominated the world long ago.

However, although these few wine worshipers from Shangyin Academy feel that poetry is not good, it does not mean that other things are not good.

For example, there were a few people in the past who were very close to his liking in terms of strategy, and in the end they did serve as errands under him.

Coming here this time is a normal inspection. If there are good seedlings, we will keep them. If not... we will train a few obedient ones.

After all, competition in the court always requires trump cards.

Even if it’s the smallest card, you have to have it, right?

Just when Zhang Julu's thoughts were racing, Wang Jijiu's hand suddenly stopped.

At this time, he suddenly stood up from his seat and slapped the table hard at the same time.

"The city is full of golden armor! The city is full of golden armor! It's the other way around! It's the other way around!"

As soon as Wang Jijiu said this, everyone present looked over, with doubts in their eyes.

After all, Wang Jijiu is one of the three Jijiujiu in Shangyin Academy, and he is the most promising one.

Regardless of his knowledge, character, temperament, or temperament, this person is of the highest quality.

What kind of poetry can make such a person angry?

"Wang Jijiu, what kind of poem is it that makes you so angry?"

Wang Jijiu didn't say anything, and just threw the rice paper in his hand to the other party.

At the same time, he sat down with his beard and eyes wide open, drinking tea by himself.

At this time, Zhang Julu was also a little curious. The Wang Jijiu he knew was not such a person, so he spoke directly.

"Read!"

Hmm... The man nodded slightly. He glanced briefly at first, and then a subtle expression appeared on his face.

But because of Zhang Julu's words, he still read out the poem written by Jiang Xuan completely.

A silence.

After all, no one here would have thought that a student who came to study at Yin Academy would dare to write such a poem?

Are you saying that you are going to rebel in front of the government?

At this time, there were only two thoughts in everyone's mind. One was that the person who wrote the poem was definitely a lunatic!

Second, this man is a genius!

After all, there is nothing wrong with this poem, whether it is flat or rhythmic.

And Qiu, it’s also true.

However, this poem is superficially about chanting chrysanthemums.

But what about the facts?

There is a murderous intent in it.

Especially the last two sentences, "The incense array penetrates Chang'an, and the city is filled with golden armor."

Chang'an here clearly refers to "Taian".

The whole city is covered with golden armor and is even more nakedly rebellious.

"Is the person who wrote the poem still there? We must not let him escape. Catch him! He is definitely a rebel!"

"Yes! We must interrogate him on September [-]th? Is he planning to attack Tai'an City on September [-]th!"

"There is such a possibility, we have to guard against it!"

"Is it possible that this poem is just a sentiment of litigation? After all, there are many complaints in the Liyang Dynasty."

"Especially in Beiliang and Beimang, the people are suffering from internal and external troubles!"

"I think this is just a warning poem. The purpose is to tell us that there is still such a group of people in the Liyang Dynasty."

I saw everyone in Shangyin Academy getting into a quarrel over a poem.

Zhang Julu stood up at this time and reached out to take the rice paper.

When he looked at the few lines written on it, his first impression was that it was like dragons and phoenixes dancing. It was indeed a good handwriting.