When Chu Huan heard Zhou Ting say this, he suddenly became a little nervous. In fact, Chu Huan had long thought that today's assessment would be subject to poetry and prose. Although he did hide a lot of poetry in his belly, the on-site propositions proposed by Zhou Ting were extremely unpredictable. Who knew what kind of questions would His Majesty the Emperor give, and whether there were corresponding poems in his mind, and let him write poems and lyrics on the spot by himself, that would never be possible.

The emperor was quite interested, looked at Chu Huan and asked, "Chu Huan, Zhou Nayan's suggestion, what do you think?"

"The villain is obeying the imperial edict." Chu Huan could only say with a tough bullet.

The emperor looked at the queen beside him and smiled and said, "Empress, it's better for you to set the topic and try Chu Huan's skills. I want to see and see what kind of literary talent he has, and can win the literary flowers of thirty-nine poems!"

The queen smiled gently and stared at Chu Huan with a very gentle voice: "Chu Huan, according to my court's topic, if you can do it, you will do it boldly. If you really can't do it, it doesn't matter. It's not easy to write lyrics on the spot. If you can't pass the literary test, you don't have to be too nervous." She looked very friendly and seemed very friendly to Chu Huan.

Chu Huan felt relieved when he heard the queen say this. He looked up slightly and looked at the queen. When he saw the queen’s graceful and luxurious face, he knew in his heart that the identity of this beautiful woman was really precious. She was both the princess of the previous dynasty and the queen of the current dynasty. She was born with the temperament of a nobleman in her bones. This graceful and luxurious one is afraid that no woman in the world can match her.

The queen's words actually left room for Chu Huan, so everyone could understand the meaning.

Those who understand the inside story know that the King of Qi had been assassinated on Xishan Road. Fortunately, Chu Huan rescued him, and then he became safe. Although His Majesty the Emperor had several sons, His Highness of Qi was the only bloodline of the Queen. If he saved the Queen, the Queen would naturally feel grateful to Chu Huan. It would be natural to favor Chu Huan here and leave a way out for Chu Huan.

Zhou Ting had already bowed and said, "Please ask the Queen to make a statement!"

The queen thought about it, looked around, saw a row of green willows not far away, and said with a smile: "Let's do this, just use the green willows as the title, Chu Huan, you write a poem!"

"Green Willow!" the emperor stroked his beard and said, "According to the situation, the queen is indeed smart!"

The queen smiled sweetly.

When Chu Huan heard the proposition, he immediately searched for relevant poems in his mind. This was a on-the-spot response. Although there were a lot of hidden goods in his mind, he had to filter it out. He thought about it and turned his mind quickly.

At this time, everyone's eyes were fixed on Chu Huan. Except for the King of Qi, many officials showed suspicion and disdain.

Chu Huan pondered for a moment, suddenly raised his head, and before he could make a sound, Zhou Ting had already raised his hand and said, "Let's wait." He said, "Release up!"

Soon, two people came over with a table, and then someone spread paper on the table. The ink, paper and inkstone were prepared, but the pen was not seen. Then everyone saw a man holding a large jar on the table. The jar was narrow and wide on the top, and the shape was other. It seemed to be a vessel for holding wine. The debt above was like a vase. There could only be three fingers at most at the mouth of the jar. Even one hand could not be stretched out. A short and fat old minister frowned and asked, "Mr. Zhou, what are you doing?"

This old minister is nearly 60 years old and has very small eyes, but he has shining light from time to time. He looks like a shrewd person.

He was at the lower head of Duke Anguo, and he was obviously very high in his official position.

Chu Huan didn't recognize it, but everyone else recognized it. This was Sima Changru, the Secretariat of Menxia Province.

Menxia Province has two Zhongshu Ling, two ministers and six servants. This Zhongshu Ling is a first-rank official in Menxia Province. He is involved in state affairs and is definitely a core figure in the court.

Zhou Ting smiled and said, "Sir Sima is a little calm." He said to Chu Huan, "Chu Huan, if you have a masterpiece, you can write it on paper."

Chu Huan forced a smile and said, "I'll give you a pen."

"The pen is long beside your hand." Zhou Ting pointed to the strange jar with a smile: "The pen you need is in the jar. If you want to use the pen, you can take it out by yourself!"

Chu Huan frowned, wondering what Zhou Ting was going to do this, so he raised his hand and reached over, but Zhou Ting said, "Let's wait!"

"What instructions does Lord Zhou have?"

Zhou Ting stroked his beard and said, "It is not impossible for you to take a pen in the jar, but your hands cannot touch a slight slightest part of the jar, and you cannot use a clip to get a pen. Of course, you cannot borrow other tools to touch the surface of the jar, and you cannot break the jar. You can only take the brush out of the jar with your hands."

There was a sudden turmoil around.

King Qi couldn't help but say, "Zhou Ting, aren't you so difficult? The jar is so deep that one hand can't be inserted. The brush is at the bottom of the jar and it is not reachable by hand. It's okay if you ask Chu Huan to write poetry, why do you use these strange tricks? Do you still let him write poetry?"

Zhou Ting bowed respectfully to the King of Qi and said, "Your Highness, it is not my intention to make things difficult for Chu Huan. The pen of a literati is as heavy as Mount Tai. Many people make a living by relying on one pen in their lives. The power of a pen is definitely not weaker than an army. It is a magic weapon. It is not easy to get such a magic weapon. If you want to get such a magic weapon, you will naturally not be able to do it without a mind."

The King of Qi said angrily: "You are just slandering people, what..." Before he finished speaking, the emperor said lightly: "Yingren, retreat!"

King Yingren of Qi heard the emperor speak and dared not say anything else. He took a step back in dissatisfaction.

The emperor seemed to be interested in this sudden scene.

Although we are going to evaluate Chu Huan today, another reason is to let the queen relieve her boredom. Zhou Ting arranged this scene a bit ingenious. It was a show, but the emperor wanted to see how Chu Huan solved it.

At this time, the officials next to him had already started to discuss. Many people only felt that Zhou Ting was indeed deliberately punishing Chu Huan, not only did he let someone touch the jar, but he also asked someone to take out the brush from the narrow jar with his hands. The key was that his hands could not reach into the jar at all. This was obviously intentionally making things difficult for others. Some others were already frowning and thinking about whether there was a way to take out the brush.

An official already came up with an idea and said, "You can make a hook, without using your hands, hold it in your mouth, and then tap the end of the hook into the bottom of the awning, then take out the brush, and then take off the brush with your hands, isn't it all?"

His idea immediately made people on both sides laugh.

"Chu Huan, have you figured out a solution?" the emperor leaned against the golden chair and asked lightly.

Chu Huan bowed and said, "Master, there is a way, but before that, the villain needs some things."

The emperor asked, "What?"

"The villain needs a bucket of water." Chu Huan said respectfully.

Someone next to him immediately whispered: "It seems that Chu Huan has already remembered that he has dry mouth and wants a bucket of water. Can he finish drinking it?" Suddenly, something was wrong.

But the emperor had already ordered: "Get a bucket of water!"

Soon, a bucket of water was brought over. Chu Huan glanced at the bucket of water, then asked Zhou Ting with a smile: "Master Zhou, but I don't know if my method has been passed?"

Zhou Ting smiled and said, "It turns out that he is a bit urgent, you are very good!"

The two of them had no brains and had a slow reaction. They had not yet understood it, but they saw Chu Huan picking up the bucket and pouring water into the jar. Soon, most of the bucket of water was poured in. A brush at the bottom of the jar gradually floated up as the water injected more and more. At the mouth of the jar, Chu Huan put down the bucket, poked his fingers out, and took out the brush lightly from the middle.

Now, many people suddenly realized.

In fact, this principle is very simple, but not everyone can do it if you want to think of this method quickly. Chu Huan used this clever method to take out the brush in a short time, and suddenly many people felt that Chu Huan was still a little brainy. The King of Qi was still worried about Chu Huan, but when he saw Chu Huan come up with this method to easily take out the brush, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Chu Huan took the pen, dipped ink and picked up the pen. Without hesitation, he wrote a few lines of words on the paper, put down the brush, twisted the paper and blew it, and then handed it to Zhou Ting.

Zhou Ting took the paper, but he didn't dare to look at it first, but quickly presented it to the emperor. The emperor took it and browsed it, with a smile on his face, and handed it to the queen, saying, "Queen, take a look!"

The queen looked at it and then looked at a minister and said, "Lu Zhun, you are the priest of the Imperial College. In your opinion, how is this poem written?"

An eunuch came forward to take the paper and passed it to an old minister.

Lu Zhun, the Imperial College Priest, took it, looked it carefully, nodded slightly, and smiled, "Your Majesty, the Empress, from the perspective of an old minister, it is rare for Chu Huan to write such a good sentence in this short time. There is no word in this poem about willows, but there are willows everywhere, which is rare!"

The officials were immediately very interested in the poems written by Chu Huan. The Minister of the Ministry of the Secretariat, Sikong Changru, had already said: "Mr. Lu, how did you write this poem? Let everyone listen and comment together?"

Lu Zhun looked at the emperor, and the emperor nodded slightly. Then Lu Zhun shook his head and chanted: "The jade is made of a tall tree, and thousands of willow ribbons are hanging down. I wonder who cuts out the thin leaves? The spring breeze in April is like scissors."

Immediately someone clapped his hands and said, "What an April spring breeze is like scissors, it is really a stroke of gods..." I felt that I had lost my composure and hurriedly apologized to the emperor: "I am rude to the minister, and I ask the emperor to sue him!"

Chu Huan's poem changed a word. The original sentence was originally "The spring breeze in February is like scissors", but now it is April. When "The spring breeze in February is like scissors", it is impossible to deal with the current season, so I simply changed the word "2" to "4", which is right in front of it.

The emperor seemed to be in a good mood and smiled and said, "The word "The Pink of God" is well used. It seems that you also highly appreciate this poem. This poem is quite spiritual, and it is really not easy to be completed in a hurry." He said to Chu Huan: "Chu Huan, since you have this talent, why don't you learn the literature exam, but instead become a martial artist?"

Chu Huan hurriedly said: "When a villain was young, he told fortunes and said that villain was not a material for studying, so...!"

The emperor laughed, "It turns out that it is fortune telling. It's not a material for studying, but it has such literary talent. It seems that your martial arts are not weak. I really want to see how your martial arts are?" He said to Zhou Ting: "Zhou Aiqing, how are you going to take the martial arts exam until this end of the literary exam?"

In fact, many people know that His Majesty the Emperor himself is a martial artist. Although he was not a literate person in order to govern the country back then, His Majesty still loved martial arts very much. Today, such a good opportunity, even if Chu Huan passed the literary exam, His Majesty the Emperor would definitely be able to take the martial arts exam.

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