Your Majesty, I'm Guilty

"What nonsense!"

A teacher with a goatee came out. He looked serious and taught a few words: "Wenshan academy is not a noisy place. Don't come in quickly."

Xu Xiuyan saluted the master and left with such a group of students.

Gu Wenjun and other candidates were left to follow the teacher into the front hall of the Academy. There was already a row of people waiting inside. As soon as the time came, they began to call the roll.

"Jiangdong is rich, Wang Ziyi."

"Jiangdong Qinghe, Gu Wenjun."

Because the place was close, Wang Ziyi still lined up with her. Gu Wenjun heard his name and saluted. She didn't forget to see and hear.

After a while, she noticed the poor students who had conflicts with them on the mountain road, "go west of the capital, Qin Chen."

Gu Wenjun kept her mind. She didn't forget the resentment in Qin Chen's eyes when she was driven away by Wang Ziyi.

As soon as the time came, the exam began.

The students sat down one by one.

Gu Wenjun found out some routines, but after all, time is limited and energy is poor. His ability to talk about poetry, songs and Fu and his ability to quote classics naturally can not be compared with the scholars who study hard in the cold window of this era.

Although she can write, draw and understand, it is difficult for her to improvise. However, Gu Wenjun also has her way. The examination questions must have key points.

She asked Qin Chuan to help find the policy topics of Wenshan Academy in the first five years and the major policies of the imperial court this year, and she blindly suppressed three major topics.

"I can't compare with you in the book of songs test. I can't lose so miserably from the three-year simulated guess of the five-year college entrance examination." Gu Wenjun had a certain confidence in his heart before he dared to respond to Xu Xiuyan's provocation.

Gu Wenjun is now watched by someone in the court.

Get a key message and she can draw inferences from one example.

"Sure enough, the big topic of game theory is the dispute between papers and martial arts!"

Today's literary ministers hold a group, belittle martial arts several times, and advocate abandoning soldiers from agriculture. However, his majesty is beginning to show his strength, and has asked for more treatment in the army more than once.

This time, Duwei, the head of royal guards, was directly demoted because of the advice of the Ministry of rites, which also directly touched the contradiction between civil and military affairs.

Gu Wenjun's heart was soon ready to write, but he found that there was only one piece of paper on the desk.

There was no ink stone. She was a little silly: "Sir, where is my ink?"

The teacher was stunned, and the next moment he was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, "you didn't even bring anything for the exam? What else are you doing in Wenshan academy?"

The examinees around tried to keep their voices down or made a snickering laugh.

"What a fool."

"Sure enough, master Xu is right. He's a fool who doesn't know heaven and earth."

Even Wang Ziyi could not help hiding his face and pretended not to know Gu Wenjun.

Gu Wenjun had a thick skin and held on, "I'm really sorry, sir. The students were ill prepared because no one told me these things. Please lend me your pen and ink."

She was thinking too much. Qin Chuan's warning reminded her that Gu Wenjun thought the school would uniformly issue examination equipment to prevent cheating.

However, Qin Chuan is a military attache. He doesn't think so much. He still misses a link.

Gu Wenjun thought to himself that there was no caring person around him. As expected, he still couldn't.

"Not again!"

When the teacher was angry again, he still handed a set of pen and ink with an iron blue face. After all, they all started the exam. Can they get out. Anyway, such careless students can't enter Wenshan Academy at all!

Several older students who helped supervise saw that their eyes were full of contempt. One even couldn't wait to find an excuse to go to the toilet to escape and report to Xu Xiuyan and Gu Jin.

Gu Wenjun looked chatty, but his heart was very calm. She saw the whole audience clearly and didn't say anything. She just touched the ink and began to answer the questions.

Because of this, she took a quarter of an hour longer than other students, but it didn't affect her speed in writing. Because of her quick thinking and well-trained agile thinking, she has completely figured out how to write.

Wang Ziyi was still scratching his ears and cheeks there. He didn't know how to write. He saw that Gu Wenjun's works were like swimming dragons and snakes. His pen was moving fast. He glanced at some words and shadows. He only felt handsome, thin and powerful, like a swift flying into the sky.

He can't write, but he also knows that the words are well written.

This??????

How is that possible?

Didn't cousin say that Gu Wenjun is a worse family waste than him?

"Wang Ziyi, concentrate on your problem!"

The teacher taught a lesson. Wang Ziyi didn't dare to think any more. He had to silently count one, two, three, four, five to calm himself and write a few sentences casually. It was Gu Wenjun's "son once said".

Then Mr. poetry almost abandoned the book, "it's humiliating to write poetry with such hard made words! What do you think you are a poet? It's time to pull out this rotten wood and burn it!"

Mr. arithmetic stopped writing every time he corrected a copy.

"What's this like? The following questions are just the Enlightenment of ignorant children. You can count one, two, three, four, five by breaking your fingers! You don't write all empty. Is this the way of calculating scriptures?"

You look at me and say, all disappointed.

Until you suddenly turn to the next one.

Mr. game theory was so surprised that the whole person stood up. "What word is this? How come I have never seen it?" he was attracted by the good word revealed by the abacus before he even read the article.

"Tactful and flexible, the turning outline does not lose thin strength, good, good words!"

Mr. poetry picked up one of them and couldn't help reading it while reading it.

"The mountain of calligraphy is opposite to the sea of learning, the path of diligence is opposite to the boat of hardship, and the use is more ingenious. There are no skills in the poem, but the intention is far-reaching, and the artistic conception and techniques are elevated and obvious. It is an excellent persuasive poem!"

The arithmetic man slammed his pen on the shelf and said, "full marks for counting the classics!" he gasped. He was almost suffocated by the answer sheet and murmured for a long time.

"Evil!"

The teacher pushed the door and entered, "everyone, an hour has come. Can you get results in the entrance examination? Can you have any outstanding seedlings this year?"

The three opened the seal covering their names on the paper and said in unison: "first, Gu Wenjun!"