The examiners of the Spring Examination are in the provincial courtyard, and the closed environment is depressing. Most of the candidates who are preparing for the Spring Examination are in inns or their own courtyards, and they are also under great pressure.

Although Ouyang Bian and others serve delicious food and drink every day, they can encourage each other and brag each other... Oh, poetry sings and sings, but as time goes by, they still show pre-exam syndrome.

It was only ten days since he left the exam. Ouyang Bian couldn't sleep well. The drizzling spring rain at night made him wake up early, tossing and turning on the bed, and until it was bright outside before getting up.

As soon as he went out, he saw Su Xun talking in a silence and said to a tree: "... For the way of generals, we should first cure our hearts. Mountains of Tai collapsed in front of us and their colors remained unchanged, and deer rose on the left without their eyes instantly; then they could control their interests and wait for the enemy..."

Ouyang Bian shook his head and prepared to go for breakfast. Su Che was the only one on the table, and no one else was seen.

Ouyang Bian looked at the residue in front of Su Che and initially inferred that he had eaten five buns, two eggs, and three pancakes. He was still drinking porridge. Ouyang Bian couldn't help but be amazed.

Recently, I always have a few more bowls of food every time I eat, and I have become a real person to eat. So much so that Su Che, who looked like he had gained a lot, nodded when he saw Ouyang Bian, so that his double chin was exposed.

Ouyang Bian couldn't help but feel funny.

After Ouyang Bian finished breakfast, he passed by the corridor and planned to lie in the Zeng brothers' yard for a while and listen to their memorization, so that he could learn things in his sleep and enhance his memory.

But in the corridor, I saw Su Shi standing proudly in the bamboo forest, singing and walking slowly, closing his mouth, Ouyang Bian listened carefully, it was his own... Oh, no, it was Su Shi's Ding Feng: the chilly spring breeze sobered up, it was slightly cold, and the hills shone on the side, but welcoming each other. Looking back, there was always a bleak place, and when I returned, there was no wind, rain or sunshine...

After chanting, he sneered proudly.

Ouyang Bian: “…”

Ouyang Bian was afraid that Su Shi would see him, so he quickly flee to prevent Su Shi from feeling social death.

When I walked to the yard of the Zeng brothers and passed the only thatched cottage in the yard, I saw Zeng Bu grinning with his stomach covering his stomach, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Zixuan, what are you doing?"

Zeng Bu quickly raised his index finger and slapped, pointing to the cottage: "The second brother is here in the cottage."

Ouyang Bian was puzzled: "He went to his thatched cottage, why are you doing here? Are you waiting to hand over your fingers?"

Zeng Bu said sadly: "My second brother seems to be a little constipated recently. He can read half a book every time he goes to the toilet. It doesn't matter normally, but today I seem to have a stomachache..."

Ouyang Bian couldn't help laughing and screaming, and quickly pointed to his yard: "Go to my place."

Zeng Bu went over with his stomach.

Ouyang Bian couldn't help but shake his head. Both of these brothers were under great pressure, one was constipated and the other had diarrhea, so there was no one else.

The thatched hut opened with a squeak. Zeng Gong, who was indifferent to his emotions, came out of it, bringing out a smell. Ouyang Bian took two steps back without understanding his expression, but a smile appeared on his face: "Brother Zigu, good morning."

Zeng Gong smiled: "Good morning, monk, come here to listen to the entrustment again."

Ouyang Bian nodded with a smile, ran to the corridor and found his exclusive lounge chair, covered him with a quilt and continued to sleep. After a while, his ears were filled with the sound of reading aloud and the sound of drizzling spring rain.

The sound of wind and rain sounds of reading, the sound of sounds enters my ears.

Family affairs, state affairs, and world affairs, and care about everything.

This describes Ouyang Bian, his noble sentiment and the quality of sleep.

There were quantum reading techniques that were effective in later generations, but now Ouyang Bian's sleeping and listening to calligraphy are complementary and shining together in ancient and modern times.

The people who take the exam are under great pressure, and the people who teach classes seem to be under great pressure.

Ouyang Xiu has been taking leave every few days. Ouyang Bian is afraid that if he continues to take leave like this, he will be impeached. However, Ouyang Xiu smiled and said, "My son is going to take the spring exam, and I have to accompany him at this time. This principle makes sense when it comes to the official family. The so-called king, minister, father, father, son, isn't this father and father just to encourage his father to perform his duties? How dare others impeach such an important principle?"

Ouyang Bian smiled.

Well, it’s Ouyang Dapao, who is so fresh and unrestrained in his words.

However, you didn't let me sleep this time, and you even asked me to write a proposal immediately. What's going on?

There is nothing to say, it’s just intensive training.

After a while, Wang Anshi came, followed Ouyang Xiu to revise Ouyang Bian's arguments, and then commented... Oh, no, humiliation like a face-riding humiliation.

Mediocre people cannot understand the world of geniuses, and geniuses cannot understand why mediocre people are so stupid.

Wang Anshi pointed out twelve mistakes in an article that Ouyang Bian thought was perfect, and proposed a solution.

Ouyang Xiu gave the inconsistency (negation) from the idea of ​​the article, and comforted his youngest son: human resources are sometimes poor, and you don’t realize that it is not your problem, but your father’s problem. He often said that a tiger father has no dog son, but a tiger father is the norm after all... and other bastards.

Ouyang Bian smiled at him.

Smiling like a mentally retarded person.

Of course, if Su Zizhan came here at this time, he would definitely follow his father and teacher to not affirm (negate) himself, and then make a pig cry to make fun of himself. Of course, he would still give comfort: if he has strength and weakness, he is good at so many things, and it is normal for him to neglect some things.

A normal ghost!

In front of Ouyang Xiu, Wang Anshi, and Su Shi, his writing style was like a disaster. He could find some areas of restraint and improvement at a glance. So, is the so-called strength of the eight great masters of the Tang and Song dynasties so terrifying?

Yes.

If Ouyang Bian had not had the vision and insight of coming to the future, his articles would probably not have been seen in the eyes of these people. If they were a little arrogant, if they looked at Ouyang Bian's previous articles before they were strengthened, they would shout: What garbage has dirty my eyes!

However, for now, Ouyang Bian's article has long been written, and at least it can support his argument. Ouyang Bian's article Ouyang Xiu commented: It is better than the quality of the article, and it can be called a masterpiece.

In fact, it means that the article is well written, but the writing style is still not worthy of the argument.

Originally, Ouyang Bian was very happy, but under the exploitation of Wang Anshi and Ouyang Xiu, he was not very happy. Then he took out the "On Punishment and Reward" written in advance, and hey, he found twelve mistakes!

Ouyang Bian couldn't help but feel complacent, making progress, making progress!

Progress is naturally progress. Even if it is a pig, under the high-intensity training of teachers like Ouyang Xiu and Wang Anshi, he may write a regular article with his pig's hooves. Moreover, Ouyang Bian is not stupid, but on the contrary, he is very smart. His flaw is nothing more than writing style.
Chapter completed!