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Later, Chu Qingge learned that Wen Renyu suddenly worked hard all because of Lu Siming.

Lu Siming's injustice greatly stimulated him.

His friend was bullied and framed by the powerful, but he was powerless, not even able to deal with basic public opinion.

This greatly frustrated him.

He no longer hid his strength and participated in the Qiu Wei and Chun Wei exams with Lu Siming.

Successfully entered the list for the palace examination.

"Young lady, don't worry, the eldest young master will definitely get a good ranking." Zhuiyue said to Chu Qingge.

"Well, I believe him." After Chu Qingge saw off Lu Siming, he waited outside the palace gate.

Except for her, many family members of Jinshi who entered the palace chose to wait outside the palace.

However, they did not crowd outside the palace gate, but sat in the famous Zhuangyuan Restaurant outside the palace.

It is said that the first champion of the Yan Dynasty entertained guests here after being selected as the champion by Emperor Gaozu.

This restaurant was renamed Zhuangyuan Building.

Many people will wait here on the day when the Jinshi enters the palace, until first-hand news comes from the palace.

Chu Qingge actually didn't know much about what would be tested in the palace examination.

In fact, the Jinshi who entered only had a general idea.

Because the imperial examination is conducted by the emperor himself, some emperors are more routine and just ask for advice.

However, some emperors like articles and poetry, and may take exams on what they like.

And some emperors like to combine current events...

In short, although the examination content of the palace examination depends on the style of the questioner, it also depends on luck, because even if it is the same question maker, the questions asked in the palace examination are different, and it is easy to see the mood of the questioner.

"But in this palace examination, you should be asked about things related to the southwest." This is the consensus of everyone.

In fact, it is true.

There is a big problem in the southwest. The emperor's additional examination is just to ask about this matter, and many people have made preparations for it.

But no one expected that the emperor did not ask for advice, but asked them to write poems, regardless of subject matter.

The kind of free play.

Not to mention the Jinshi who got in, the public who later learned about the test questions were a little confused as to how they could be asked to write poems.

But everyone can also understand, because in the palace examination last year, Emperor Yan had already asked for advice on the southwest issue.

This time, I don’t know if Emperor Yan felt that these Jinshi could not answer better than Chen Linzhi, or if he felt that there was no need to ask again, or if he just had a bad taste and didn’t want to follow everyone’s guesses and ideas.

In short, he was caught off guard.

As for the Jinshi, they were people who came from thousands of miles away to take the palace examination, and they showed off their talents one after another.

There is almost no one who can't answer.

After all, it's just poetry. Emperor doesn't even have any restrictions on the subject matter. You won't show your best.

Like talk?

So I, who is usually good at describing scenes, wrote about the majesty of the imperial city and indirectly flattered the emperor and the court.

Those who are usually good at writing about emotions wrote about the separation between themselves and their parents, trying to impress the question writer with a tear-jerking technique.

But those who are usually quite good at both are those who combine situations and strive to crush others and win the jackpot.

Only Lu Siming stood there. He waited until everyone had almost finished writing before he made up his mind. After Emperor Yan glanced at him briefly, he picked up his pen and started writing slowly and slowly.

Then, Li Heyanmen Prefect Xing, a master of poetry, stunned everyone in the hall.

The Minister of Rites, who recited poems in person, could not restrain his urge to see a good poem——

The black cloud was pressing down on the city and the city was about to be destroyed, and Jiaguang opened golden scales to the sun.

The sound of horns fills the sky with autumn colors, stuffed with Yanzhi and condensed night purple.

The half-rolled red flag is approaching Yishui, and the frost is heavy and the sound of cold is not heard.

Report your intentions on the golden platform, and lead Yulong to die for you!