According to the instructions of Li Chunfang, the president of yesterday, this exam will not be postponed, and the time taken before will be counted into the exam, but the seven questions were reduced to five.

It is the second night now, and the papers will be collected tomorrow evening. In other words, Wu Jie still has one day and one night to answer the papers.

Except for the last one of the five questions, I can’t write a poem, each of the other four questions looks like more than one thousand words.

Since Wu Jie invented the pencil, he has not written essays with a brush for a while. The hand feels a bit awkward and the words are not written.

Moreover, after the last time Wu Lun was disturbed by the paper, Wu Jie was very careful in answering the paper and slowed down intentionally.

Writing word by word, carefully, to the point of conservatism.

His standard pavilion body looked at it at first glance, and it seemed that he had just finished printing the book, so naturally he had no artistic quality.

Because of this, it was already midnight when I finished copying an article of more than a thousand words.

The tiger's mouth in the right hand also became slightly hot because it was too hard.

It’s strange that I sat in the exam room before and was wandering around, and my mood was extremely decadent. But when I finished copying this question, I felt inexplicably relaxed and felt a sense of pleasure.

It can be seen that this person is just thinking about it, but he cannot solve the problem. He has to find something to do.

He looked at the title again, and the first title was "Zi Shi: Go for profit and be resentful." This article copied the old work of Fang Bao, a great writer of the Qing Dynasty. The works of the leader of the City Trouble School, were naturally of high quality. Fang Bao also worked as a teacher of Emperor Kangxi. In terms of his knowledge, he was at least able to be sent to the top three in the early Qing Dynasty.

This article is neatly written, and the rigorousness of a generation of masters of articles is revealed.

But as far as this question is concerned, it is enough to get Wu Jie to the ranks of alternatives, unless the examiner is blind and turns a blind eye. But there is no need to worry about this. The examiner is all elites of the Hanlin Academy. His eyes are poisonous! Not to mention that the CEO Li Chunfang, who is also the top scorer, how could he not read the benefits of this article?

After finishing this article, Wu Jie completely relaxed, and his nerves that had been tense for two days also relaxed, and he felt unprecedented fatigue.

"Stop, have a good sleep first, let's talk about the rest tomorrow."

...

On the last day of the first show, Wu Jie woke up very early. He didn't think about trying to write poems, so he took the time to write another three eight-legged essays before talking about it.

So, I spent another morning to finish the second question.

"There are two more."

Time became more and more urgent, and when lunch came, Wu Jie only scattered two bites and threw the chopsticks aside, and quickly started the third question.

Then again the fourth question.

I was so nervous that my hands were slightly cramped, but my vest was sweaty.

Wu Lun on the opposite side didn't get up until noon, and I don't know when he slept yesterday.

After waking up, I stopped crying, and I still looked dull and sat in the examination room without moving.

Wu Jie himself was too busy and had no intention of asking about Wu Lun's life or death.

The other candidates didn't know how they answered, but seeing the two examination rooms next to Wu Lun, they were all anxious and sweaty. One of them had a candidate's ink in the inkstone that had dried up, and water was added to the ink. The wind was shaking the ink in a rush, probably because the force was too strong, and the ink splashed out, and it was sprayed all over.

The inspectors and yamen runners kept passing by the examination hall. They whispered to remind everyone to hurry up.

The sun gradually tilted westward. It was four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was about an hour before the first session was handed over.

Finally, he copied the last question "So I am moved and endure. Increase what I cannot do" and had almost no thoughts. Wu Jie subconsciously wrote the last question on the paper and wrote it casually: "Looking far away, there is no way, and the vastness is all over the mountains. Make up for the clouds and lack of grouper spots."

After finishing these twenty words, Wu Jie felt like a thunder thunder broke out in his heart. His hands trembled, and his pen fell to the ground. He almost screamed: "How did I write this poem... Impossible, impossible... This is clearly the problem that starts with the test post... I remember that I have never memorized the same question before, and with my real skills, I can't write such sentences."

"What the hell is going on?"

Wu Jie's hands also trembled, lowered his body, and picked up the brush.

The moment his right hand touched the pen holder, his heart calmed down and his hands became stable.

Next is the title: "I suddenly get up from the rock and get back from the valley."

Then there is the stockpile: "No matter how green you are embellished, you will be so beautiful."

It seemed like there was magic in my hand, and I couldn't stop for a moment. The poems and words were like twisted faucets, constantly emerging out.

"The shadows of the trees are blurred, and the mist is floating. The setting sun invades a corner, and flying catkins lock thousands of straw raincoats..."

At the end, the stockings were tied: "Penglai is as if it can be reached, and he looks forward to the world."

...

"I finally finished it at the last moment, and I did it very well!" Wu Jie almost whistled to the sky, and his heart was as strong as a tide.

Although this poem is not as good as the famous works of the Tang people throughout the ages, it is also quite good. Besides, the test poem is just a poetic eight-legged essay and has nothing to do with literature and art. Just in terms of the quality of this poem, you can definitely get high scores.

In addition to the four eight-part fine articles copied earlier, it can be said that the Jinshi has already obtained it.

As for the next two games, there is no difficulty at all.

The second scene is writing an application article, and the third scene is a question. Even if you don’t need to plagiarize and let Wu Jie write it himself, you can do it in a proper way.

"Jinshi, it's mine!"

Wu Jie wanted to laugh, but suddenly, he suddenly understood how this test post poem came out by himself. When he traveled back to modern society last time, in his dream, Lao Jin seemed to hand over a copy of the test post poem to himself.

There are more than 300 poems collected in it, including this one "Clouds to Fill the Cangshan Mountains' Lost".

This poem was written by Sun Yunjin, a native of the Qing Dynasty, when he participated in the imperial examination in the 24th year of Guangxu. That year, Lord Sun ranked 14th in the second grade in high school and was awarded the same Jinshi.

After Wu Jie got this question, his dream ended and he could not travel back to the modern world in the future. However, another Wu Jie in another world must have memorized this question.

This made me suddenly think of it at a critical moment.

Everything depends on Lao Jin's help.

Wu Jie suddenly had an understanding in his heart: he could never go back to modern times, he could never see that library, or his colleagues in the office.

Goodbye, friends, goodbye Lao Jin!

...

My heart felt sour and tears fell. (To be continued)

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