Mr. Zhao had enough food and drink, put the breeze stove under his feet, wrapped it in a quilt with silver rat skin, curled up in the slogan and took a nap, and found that there were still candidates who were not in the venue.

I had to make dinner again.

It was not until dark that nearly 4,500 candidates took their place. After the gantry was locked, the examiner sent the exam questions.

Mr. Zhao took advantage of the candlelight and looked at the topic. It was indeed

‘The Master said: For example, do you teach a girl to know? Knowing it means knowing it, not knowing it means not knowing it means knowing it.’

Ancestor, my magic power is boundless, I want to blow you up!

Mr. Zhao suppressed his ecstasy and first prepared the first question for more than 20 days overnight, silently putting it on the draft paper.

He has been drinking uncontrollably for the past six months, and he has obviously felt his memory decline and his reaction is slow.

Therefore, I dare not leave the first topic at the end like I did during the autumn examination.

He was afraid that he would rack his brains to conceive other articles, so he forgot about the articles he had done before...

Facts also prove that it is right that Mr. Zhao is so cautious.

After getting up the next day, Mr. Zhao first went to the thatched cottage, then lined up to the water tank at the entrance of the alley to get water and wash, then burned a pot of hot water and made tea.

Then he was leisurely and leisurely, and began to think about two other four books, as well as four "Book of Rites".

Alas, I don’t know if I don’t do it. I only realize that my level has declined so much...

Let’s talk about the other two four-book titles. It’s not very difficult, but when Mr. Zhao conceived it, how could the literary thoughts surge in the autumn examination?

It's like eating thirty eggs in one go, it's very astringent.

As a result, he whispered all day and did not finish the two four-book titles until before going to bed.

At this time, his five disciples had already solved all seven questions... They didn't know the first question in advance, and all seven questions were completed in one day.

Hua Shuyang and Jin Xuezeng, who were the fastest, have even copied all the drafts and have nothing to do.

In fact, the other three are not slow either.

Because Wang Wuyang wanted to take the exam for Huiyuan and preserve the dignity of his senior brother, he was still thinking about the draft repeatedly.

Wang Dingjue was strong and did not want to do worse than anyone else's exam, so he was still pondering the draft repeatedly.

Yu Shenxing was cautious and did not want any mistakes, so he was still checking the draft repeatedly.

However, the three of them had all done it that night and went to bed steadily.

Tomorrow, there is still a whole day to copy.

However, their beloved master, Zhao Shouzheng, who had an invincible sleep quality, did not sleep well tonight.

He was constantly awakened by the nightmare he had not finished the test paper, and he also shouted several times in his sleep.

"Wait, don't, I haven't finished answering yet!"

"This question is too difficult..."

"Son, think of a solution..."

The candidates in the same alley were also shocked. However, they were inevitably confused. I wonder why this person had to rely on his son in his dreams?

The eldest princess's mansion, in the warm pavilion of the bedroom.

"ah!"

The eldest princess screamed, awakening Liu Shanggong who was sleeping outside.

She hurriedly put on her clothes and lit the glass lamp.

I saw the eldest princess sitting on the phoenix bed, her face pale, her bangs were pressed against her forehead, looking in a shock.

Liu Shanggong quickly brought her the soup to calm the mind and nourish the heart from the stove.

Because of the shadow of childhood, the eldest princess would have nightmares from time to time, so she always prepared this soup at night.

Liu Shanggong fed the eldest princess a spoonful of soup. Seeing that her face was bloody, Fang asked in a low voice:

"Your Highness, have you dreamed of childhood again?"

"From time." The eldest princess shook her head and said softly: "I dreamed of Zhao Lang..."

"Oh, ah?!" Liu Shanggong almost fed a spoonful of soup into His Highness's nose.

"How can you have nightmares?" Liu Shanggong couldn't understand and thought to himself that the spring dream was almost the same. Bah, what am I thinking?

"I dreamed of the top scholar in Doctor Zhao." The eldest princess said quietly.

"Uh..." Liu Shanggong couldn't keep up with His Highness's rhythm. "Isn't that a good thing?"

"What's so good?" The eldest princess said in a crying voice: "He is going to win the top scorer, and the emperor's brother will definitely summon him."

"Um."

"After meeting him, I heard that he was short of people, and the emperor's brother's bad character must worry about his marriage."

"Oh." Liu Shanggong finally got online.

"The order of yourselves will be unlucky at that time. How dare Zhao Lang refuse?" The eldest princess rubbed her legs anxiously and said, "When he is married to a girl of seventeen or eighteen, what should you do if you call me?"

"Hey..." Liu Shanggong saw that His Highness was about to cry loudly, and quickly patted her back and comforted her:

"Don't worry, it's absolutely impossible. Mr. Zhao cannot win the top scorer."

"Hey, do you look down on Zhao Lang?" The eldest princess cried and looked at her in scrutiny.

"Absolutely not..." Liu Shanggong hurriedly took out the skills of a master in raising the pot and remedy it for himself: "Because Meng is against it!"

"Ah, wouldn't you want to take the last place?" The eldest princess was unhappy again. "Zhao Lang is the most powerful, and no one can get his test!"

"..." Liu Shanggong was speechless and drank the Anshen Soup in the bowl in one breath.

She felt that she needed this more.

"This is cold, I'll change your highness to another bowl."

The third and last day.

Mr. Zhao, who had a nightmare all night, went to the cottage in a sluggish manner with dark circles under his eyes.

At this time, he didn't have the calmness of yesterday morning? He didn't even have enough food, let alone making tea. So he quickly dealt with the four "Book of Rites" titles... and looked so embarrassed that he looked like a monk who had just started writing books at noon.

There is only half a day left, and I have to leave time to copy the papers, so I can only deal with it.

At noon, the three disciples meticulously copied seven articles.

When the ink is dry, I put it in the roll bag and started cooking today's delicacies.

Yu Shenxing beat two eggs, wrapped them in steamed bun slices and fryed them until golden, and then enjoyed them with satisfaction.

Wang Wuyang laid the dragon beard noodles and ate them with tea eggs.

Wang Dingjue was so strong that he didn't want to leave any ingredients left. He prepared four dishes and one soup, and only a pot of wine was enough to treat a guest.

Anyway, you can't hand in the paper in advance, just do whatever you want.

But their poor master did not bother to open the fire. He just ate the longan and dried it, so he continued to conceive the third article "Book of Rites".

The title of "The Book of Rites" in this year was a bit difficult, but it was not until the sun set that Zhao Shouzheng finished this article.

Seeing that the last article was definitely not time to do it, he quickly put the answer sheet and copied the six articles he had done.

According to the examination regulations, if candidates cannot write enough, they can omit one of the questions of the "Four Books and Five Classics" and will not fail.

Having said that, others answered seven times, but you only answered six times...

When the examiner reviews the paper, you will lose first, not only in terms of quality of the article, but also in terms of senses.

This makes it possible to smooth out the gap in other articles, especially the first article, the first article has much more skill than others...

But nothing is useless to say at this moment. Mr. Zhao can write six articles of 3,000 words, and then burn the incense after copying all the words.

At this time, the candidates had already started handing in the papers, and Mr. Zhao was still staring at him and copying them in strokes.

Wow, if the rolled surface is sloppy, you will also be deducted points...

Downstairs of Mingyuan is the reception desk.

The supervisor is in the hall and supervises the collection of the papers by the official.

After the examinee's identity is correct, the first examination of the received test papers must be conducted.

If you find that the test paper is damaged and the notes and corrections exceed 100 words, the test paper will be cut off and the reason will be stated.

These candidates and the transcription office wrote in a blue pen to the offenders selected by the reading office, and posted a list outside the Gongyuan gate, which was called "Live on the Blue List".

Those who are on the blue list will not be able to get the exam papers into the examiner and have been disqualified from the Chinese-style qualifications...

After the inspection, the candidates will be given a ticket to the test subjects, and then every fifty test papers will be sealed as one number and put into a box.

Therefore, the four officials who received the scroll were busy from dusk until dark.

When most of the candidates handed in the papers, there was also a sect school like Zhao Erye, who fought at night with candles.

According to the rules, candidates who have not finished their answers after dark can give three candles, but they must stop writing if they burn it out.

Mr. Zhao rushed forward and copied the six articles when the third one was half left.

Then, with the last candlelight, he quickly checked it, and then he quickly ran to the receiving office with the test paper.

At this time, there were only three or two kittens left in the examination room.

With the strange gaze of the attendant, Zhao Erye presented the test paper with both hands.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief...
Chapter completed!