"I'm fine!"

Qin Guan smiled.

"We have no problem." Qian Sheng now hates Qin Guan to death. Three years has been too long, and he wants to see Qin Guan jump into the lake now.

Qin Guan glanced at Qian Mao and Qian Sheng and said, "What if you two break the appointment then?"

At this time, Liu Su, who had been silent for a long time, spoke, and said in a calm but unquestionable tone: "I can guarantee that if Brother Qin is admitted to be a scholar this time, the two brothers Qian will definitely fulfill their bet and jump into the lake and swim ashore themselves. If

If Brother Qin fails this time, he will jump into the lake to fulfill his contract. How about that?"

Qin Guan smiled in his heart, what he was waiting for was your words.

However, Qin Guan still said: "Brother Liu is a guarantee, which is naturally good, but what if the two brothers Qian don't listen to you then."

"Of course I, the guarantor, will fulfill the bet," Liu Su said.

After Liu Su finished speaking, he opened the folding fan and said to Qin Guan: "Miss Xiangjun is still painting a boat in the West Lake, waiting for us to participate in today's poem tour around the lake. Since we agreed, brother Qin, let's see you tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away gracefully.

Qin Guan took Erbao and Yunxiang towards the direction of the carriage. Erbao said worriedly: "Master, the three-year bet has been rescheduled to tomorrow. Is the master confident that he will pass the examination to become a scholar?"

Qin Guan spread his hands and said, "The test papers are still with the examiner. Who knows whether he will pass the exam or not."

When Erbao heard what Qin Guan said, his face immediately fell, "Master, if you fail the exam tomorrow and jump into the lake to swim, you will become the talk of Hangzhou City again."

Qin Guan smiled and said: "Internet celebrities are not bad either."

Yunxiang was puzzled, "Master, what is an internet celebrity?"

Qin Guan laughed and said: "In another 1,000 years, you will know what it means to be an internet celebrity."

On a boat in the West Lake, a group of scholars were reciting poems and writing poems. Suddenly someone said: "You said, Qin Guan vowed to make a bet with Brother Qian today, so he is somewhat sure that he will be a scholar."

After hearing this, Qian Sheng smiled contemptuously: "Tch, with his knowledge, he has not even read through the Four Books and Five Classics. He still wants to pass the examination to be a scholar. It is a wishful thinking."

Another scholar said: "Tomorrow, let's wait and see him jump into the lake. I think it's better to make the noise bigger so that he won't dare to see anyone again after this time."

"Haha, it's interesting. I support it. Let's go back and call more people to publicize this matter. There will definitely be a lot of people coming to watch the fun."

"Maybe it will become a major event in West Lake."

"For this kind of thing, I have to write a poem to spread it. What's the name? Qin Guan's Lake Tour, hahahaha."

Everyone spoke enthusiastically, as if they had already seen Qin Guan's ugly appearance tomorrow.

After returning home, Qin Guan was naturally received warmly. Mrs. Qin ordered her servants to fill Qin Guan's bath water and change his clothes. After washing, Qin Guan felt refreshed. Qin Guan lay under the shade of a tree in his small courtyard, with Yue Xiang fanning him next to him.

fan.

"Master, the examination will be open tomorrow. Are you really sure that you will be admitted as a scholar? If you fail, you will jump into the lake tomorrow. That would be so embarrassing." said the little girl Yunxiang.

Qin Guan closed his eyes, feeling a little dazed because of comfort, and replied: "Don't worry, young master is confident. Anyway, the papers are full."

After Qin Guan finished speaking, he fell asleep in a daze.

After the exam was over, the papers were collected, and the examiners were busy. Twenty academic officials were responsible for the preliminary review of the papers, and only after they judged the good papers were they sent to the Grand Master, the Academic Superintendent, and the Hangzhou Magistrate for final judgment.

A minor official reported: "There were a total of 472 candidates in this exam. Two of them stopped taking the exam midway and abandoned the test paper. A cheater was also caught in the examination room. The rest of the students have finished answering the test paper."

Admiral Cui Shanfu took a sip of tea and said: "Cheat candidates will be recorded and will not be allowed to take the exam for five years, and will be notified to the college for handling."

"Yes, sir."

"Have you ever read the exam papers?"

"Grand Master, we have selected 128 examination papers. Let the Grand Master decide who will be admitted," the clerk said.

Cui Shanfu looked at Lin Qi, the prefect of Hangzhou, and said, "Brother Yunxia, ​​it's already late at night, and the results will be released tomorrow. How about we review the papers together, so as to save some time."

Lin Qi nodded, "Okay, in the end it's up to Brother Cui to decide."

The two of them finished their polite greetings and began to review the papers. The papers were passed one by one. If they were OK, they would mark the results with a red pen.

There are rules for judging papers. They are graded on the spot and finally evaluated together. Some bad papers will be rejected directly.

It was late at night, and both of them were a little tired. At this time, Cui Shanfu suddenly saw a paper. After reading it, his energy suddenly became much better. He cheered repeatedly and called out "pity" several times, which made Lin Qi, the prefect of Hangzhou next to him.

He raised his head and looked over.

"Why is Brother Cui so excited?" Lin Qi was also tired, so he put down his pen and took a rest.

Cui Shanfu shook the paper in his hand and said: "This candidate's essays are all correct, especially the last poem, which is very tasteful. It is the best poem I have ever seen in this exam."

"Do you have any good poems? Brother Cui, let me know." Lin Qi's poems were the best and his interest was aroused.

Cui Shanfu immediately read:

"After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.

The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.”

After listening to it, Lin Qi pondered for a moment and praised it as "a good poem".

"The title of Brother Cui's poem is about the West Lake in June. This poem closely follows the title. What's even more rare is that the poem's sentences are grand. The "reflection of the sun" and the "lotus" contrast, making the whole picture gorgeous and vivid. The whole poem is clear and clear.

, the outstanding thing is that it first writes feelings and then describes the actual scene, thus creating an effect of first virtuality and then reality. After reading it, I can really feel the beautiful scenery of West Lake in June that "is different from the four seasons."

"It is indeed a rare masterpiece describing the scenery of the West Lake. It seems that there will be no shortage of poems about the West Lake in June from now on."

Lin Qi read it again by himself, and he liked it even more. He felt that the fatigue and sultry heat of late night marking had dissipated a lot. Reading was pleasant to the body and mind. He only felt a coolness coming from the window and from the West Lake, which was very refreshing.

Refreshing.

At this time, Lin Qi remembered something and asked curiously: "This poem is very well written. What did Brother Cui regret just now?"

Cui Shanfu said that this examinee's writings on the scriptures were all correct, and his poems were so brilliant. It is not an exaggeration to take this kind of paper as the first one.

Cui Shanfu sighed and said: "It is indeed a pity. There is no problem with this student's answers to the questions, and the poem is also excellent. Unfortunately, this word is too ugly."

Lin Qi was stunned, stood up and walked over, picked up the paper and looked at it, and said slightly angrily: "Which academy is this student from? Don't the gentlemen in the academy teach writing? I can't write this well."

It is not as good as a seven-year-old child, who has such knowledge and literary talents, but does not know how to work hard to practice calligraphy, which is really a lack of discipline."

Qin Guan's teacher was also shot while lying down.

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