In the main hall, when Qin Mo's last word fell, in an instant, a light that was several times stronger than when Shen Meng wrote the poem shone brightly, and a golden light like a substance floated upward in the air, which was an inch long.

Even part of it is reflected on Qin Mo's body, complementing Qin Mo's talent, making Qin Mo even more sacred.

More than an inch is a quatrain.

"He made another quatrain!" Zhan Qinghai said in surprise with his eyes gleaming.

Silence in all directions.

Golden sentences are rare, but most of the people present have seen them before, and some have even made them.

Today, on the first question of the palace examination, two candidates, Shen Mengsheng and Lin Youyin, made golden sentences at the same time.

But Jueju, just like his name, is unique and rare. A martial artist may not be able to witness the birth of Jueju once in his life.

The poem written by Qin Mo, the poem is like gold, the golden light is one inch long, it is definitely a quatrain.

"Oh my god! I actually saw Quatrain live!"

"Quequa, Qin Mo will get perfect marks for this question, right?"

"More than just a perfect score, the quatrain poems can be published in the "Records of Poems". They were written by the national sage himself, which can increase his talent."

In the Zhuangyuan Hall, the sounds of surprise came one after another from all directions, and more and more people reacted.

Zhan Qinghai's face was dull. Although there was expectation in his eyes, he spoke more strictly: "If you want to get full marks, you must not only write quatrains, but also echo the meaning of the title. This painting is not a simple snow scene."

"It's not a simple snow scene?" someone asked in shock, showing a puzzled look.

The words of the city lord Zhan Qinghai surprised everyone.

This picture is easy to understand. There are very few things in the picture, which can be seen through at a glance. Apart from the heavy snow in the sky, there are only a few simple figures and branches covered with snowflakes.

This is not a snow scene picture, what else is a snow scene picture?

But Shen Mengsheng and Lin Youyin's hearts skipped a beat, no wonder.

No wonder Zhan Qinghai didn't praise the answer they just came up with.

It is not uncommon for a golden sentence to be born in the palace examination. There have been several palace examinations in which no golden sentence has been born, which is considered normal.

Therefore, every time a golden saying about a birth is regarded as the first work, it can be spread throughout the city.

In the first question of today's imperial examination, two golden verses were born. It is impossible for the examiner Zhan Qinghai to be so demanding that even the golden verses would not catch his eye, right?

This is absolutely impossible.

It now appears that the reason why Zhan Qinghai did not praise their poems was because the poems they wrote did not fully meet the meaning of the title.

The master of the Document Hall also smiled and said, "This first question is actually a spectacle picture called the Picture of Falling Snow in September."

"Picture of snow falling in September?"

Everyone was shocked.

Snow falling in September is truly a spectacle.

But in this picture, the sky and the earth are vast, the snowflakes are like goose down, and the sky is also gray. Is there any sign that this is a picture of snow falling in September?

The moment Shen Mengsheng and Lin Youyin heard the words of the Master of the Document Hall, they jumped up from their seats, ran all the way, and came to the painting again.

Their eyes scanned the scroll like sharp scanning instruments, not missing any detail.

Finally, Shen Mengsheng and Lin Youyin noticed the hidden figures at the same time and took a closer look.

The figure is thin and the clothes are thin, definitely not the cotton clothes worn in winter.

Later, the two of them walked through the rich greenery hidden under the ice branches of the forest in a large area covered by heavy snow.

Sure enough, I didn't lie to them.

"Huh!" Lin Youyin spat out her cherry lips, as if she had found the reason, and felt a little discouraged in her heart.

In this picture, the snow scene is just the surface. What is really hidden under the vast snow and biting coldness is the rich vitality. The other side of depression and loneliness represents hope.

The person who drew this picture is truly a master of his generation.

Use silence to describe vitality, use coldness to reflect warmth, and every stroke must have meaning beyond words.

Zhan Qinghai smiled faintly and said sharply: "If the poem you write does not fully conform to the meaning of the painting, whether it is a golden sentence or a quatrain, I will not give you full marks."

"On the other hand, golden sentences and quatrains may receive the same rating."

If you don’t understand the meaning, maybe the golden sentences and the quatrains are the same?

Golden sentences and quatrains, in normal times, can win the first place in the imperial examination. If they are both unsatisfactory, their points will naturally be reduced at the same time.

However, having said that, this is too strict a requirement.

Many candidates shook their heads, looking at Qin Mo with a hint of sympathy and pity in their eyes. After finally composing a quatrain, it was about to be graded the same as a golden sentence.

The hidden jealousy in their hearts was somewhat weakened by Zhan Qinghai's words.

Qin Mo did not answer, and did not even hand the quatrain paper to Zhan Qinghai. He just mobilized his energy around his body, calmed down, and said loudly in a voice that could be heard clearly in the entire hall:

The north wind blows and the white grass breaks on the ground, and the sky is full of snow in August.

"Huh?!" Zhan Qinghai had no reaction when he heard Qin Mo reciting the first sentence.

But when he heard the second sentence, "Hu Tian is about to fly in August," his originally indifferent expression suddenly changed, showing an incredible look, and he looked at Qin Mo in surprise.

It’s snowing in August!

This sentence shows that Qin Mo realized that this is a picture of wonders. Although the months are one month apart, here, it does not feel awkward at all, and he only feels that the wonders in the painting are further advanced!

Shen Mengsheng and Lin Youyin also had a sudden meal.

Qin Mo paused slightly, glanced at everyone, and then said leisurely:

Suddenly, like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of pear trees bloom!

"What a poem!" After the words fell, a talented writer from the Document Hall couldn't help but praise.

Zhan Qinghai had a strange look in his eyes and nodded.

This poem not only writes all the details hidden in the wonderful scenery into the poem, but also because the time is pushed forward by one month, the original spectacle of snow falling in September becomes snow falling in August.

Snow falling in August is a wonder among wonders.

As for the last two sentences, it shows amazing imagination, imagining the picture of the young leaves on the branches covered with snowflakes as the pear blossoms in full bloom after a night of spring breeze, filled with fragrance.

Compare the falling snow to the pear blossoms, the dead objects to the buds, and the cold silence to life.

Not only is it a quatrain, it is also a quatrain that is highly consistent with this picture of the wonders of September.

Zhan Qinghai recognized the poetic meaning in it and couldn't help but take another look at Qin Mo. Why does this guy have such a big head?

The Master of the Document Hall took a step forward and said with an uninhibited smile: "Hahahaha, Qinghai, I didn't expect that your intention has been seen by others. This poem not only uses painting to form poetry, but poetry also transcends painting."

Then, he looked at Qin Mo from a distance and said, "Qin Mo boy, what is the name of this poem?"

Qin Mo said: "Baixuege."

The Master of the Document Hall recalled the two sentences and praised in seconds: "Baixuege, what a Baixue Song. This poem has become a quatrain, and it is completely on topic. Qinghai, it's time for you to rate it?"

Zhan Qinghai gave him an unwelcome look, "You have almost finished all my words."
Chapter completed!