What Zhang Yue is most worried about is his poetry.

In the past, poetry and Fu were just a younger brother compared to policy theory and classics. After two years of training in Imperial College, Zhang Yue has made great progress.

Now in the examination room, everyone, like Zhang Yue, has finished writing the questions on the meaning of the classics. Afterwards, everyone is meditating in the room on how to develop poetry strategies.

Zhang Yue also walked around the room and thought. He drank some soup when he was thirsty and ate some cakes when he was hungry. Before he knew it, he had climbed up to the iron tower of Kaibao Temple.

At this time, Zhang Yue heard a candidate in the examination room next door calling: "Mr. Duan, do you have anything hot to eat?"

Duan Gong scolded: "The shit is hot, how can you eat it?"

The examinee smiled and said: "If you want to go somewhere, just want a hot soup and rice, I will pay for it."

Zhang Yue felt something in his heart after hearing this. It would be great to have a mouthful of hot soup and rice in the examination room.

The gentleman said: "Yes, I have it, but it is just for my own food. If I sell it to you, what will I eat?"

The candidate said happily: "I still have some cakes here. If Mr. Duan doesn't mind, I can take them."

The gentleman nodded and said, "Wait."

Soon the gentleman brought a bowl of steaming noodle soup and passed it through the grilled window.

Zhang Yue's examination room was right next door to this person, and he could be heard slurping down a bowl of noodles like a pig eating chaff.

A bowl of vegetarian noodles with a clear soup and little water, but this person actually tasted like a Manchu-Han banquet. This was really a first-class torture for Zhang Yue.

The rest of the candidates were involuntarily moved, and a few candidates who had rich families and acted with sincerity asked aloud: "Duan Gong, do you still have hot noodle soup?"

Another person asked: "Duan Gong, Duan Gong, do you have any wine?"

Zhang Yue heard that someone actually asked for wine, and there was such a strange demand.

However, the gentleman brought a wine gourd, and as for the other requests of the candidates, these gentlemen also fulfilled them one by one.

Zhang Yue couldn't help but sigh, the Song Dynasty was really a world of rich people, so inhumane. As long as you have money in your pocket, you can spend so much money in the examination room.

Zhang Yue even suspected that if he had enough money, he could call two girls for you.

But if you are reluctant to give up money, you can only do what Zhang Yue does, others eat the noodles and you smell it.

Zhang Yue looked at the bright moon on the iron tower, and for some reason felt that this scene had an artistic conception full of ancient interest.

While looking at the bright moon on the tower, he peeled the eggs and ate two. Suddenly he felt sleepy, so he decided to take a nap first, regardless of other things.

So Zhang Yue didn't even light a candle and lay on the bed with his clothes on.

Zhang Yue fell into sleep, but saw the exam questions suddenly arranged in the dream world. Suddenly, countless words shone with golden light, surging across the horizon like a tidal wave.

Zhang Yue just hugged his knees and leaned under a big tree, watching the words flow in front of his eyes.

Under the five titles, there are five poems and articles, and then countless words are arranged and combined among them.

Zhang Yue thought for a moment and felt something was wrong. He waved his hand and the text gradually faded away. After a while, another paragraph of text was added.

This scene may seem magical, but these words are the accumulation of poems and articles written by Zhang Yue on weekdays, but they were expressed in more specific forms in his dreams.

During the six hours in the dream, Zhang Yue couldn't help but read countless arrangements. In other words, Zhang Yue had drafted these articles hundreds of times without any effort.

I don't know how long it took, but Zhang Yue woke up from his dream, with the crisp sound of birdsong all around his ears.

Zhang Yue walked to the window and saw that there was silence in Kaibao Temple. The gentleman was taking a nap against the door wall. It was also quiet in other examination rooms. Only the iron tower was immersed in the morning light.
Chapter completed!