The candidates sitting in the seat were talking to the people around them.

The Shuntian Prefecture Order and the examiners who presided over the Luming Banquet have arrived at the scene.

Lin Qi, the prefect of Shuntian, cleared his throat and began to speak to these new juren.

"The customization of the ancient Chinese style, the meaning of the words, the etiquette of Binxing, take the Yuzhou..."

Lord Lin hosted the Lu Ming Banquet for the first time, but he was calm and unhurried.

Like all heavyweight speakers, his words are long and nutritious.

From the history of the imperial examinations to the autumn examination this year.

From the autumn examination, I looked forward to the candidates to next year's spring examination.

Finally, we ended with an extremely exciting speech.ωωw.

After he finished speaking, there were cheering voices in the court, which made many sleepy candidates who were listening to the sound of the sleepy candidates immediately feel energetic.

Although Zhao Ce could still resist sleepiness, he couldn't help but wander around.

I kept thinking about what poem I was going to write later.

After all, when Su Caier reminded him last night, it was already time to go to bed.

When I went out early this morning, Zhao Ce didn't have much time to think about it.

As the host, Lord Lin started to deliver the dishes after he finished speaking.

Roasted lamb, various chicken, duck, fish, goose, crabs, venison, etc., as well as the previous fruits and melons were placed on a full table.

Some juren at home are not well-off, and even smell the fragrance of the meal, they can't help swallowing.

Looking at the sumptuous table, Zhao Ce realized that Lu Mingyan exchanged literary talent for delicious food, but it turned out that what he had exchanged was still real delicious food.

The aroma of food kept burying into the nose, and everyone was cheering up.

As a result, after Lord Lin finished speaking, he wanted to let the examiners speak again.

After this round of leadership, some of them came on an empty stomach and were already hungry.

But this is not over yet.

After all the examiners finished speaking, the students had to line up to meet the Grand Master and the examiner who won the testimony.

The seats of the examiner Fei Hong and vice president Wang Hua were very close to each other.

The two looked at Zhao Ce who was leading the way, with different expressions on their faces.

After everyone finished worshiping and returned to their seats.

Wang Hua said with a smile: "Yong Xibo is really a young talent."

Fei Hong joked: "If I had known that this time, the first one was Mr. Li's apprentice, I would have to put a pressure on anything I said."

Li Dongyang is full of talent all over the world, and it is normal for the examiners to worry that his disciples will become slack because of the glorious master.

Wang Hua smiled and said, "I'm afraid that this person's achievements will not need to be suppressed."

Zhao Ce treated smallpox, and those who had just been imprisoned in the Gongyuan for nearly a month also heard about it after they came out.

What does it matter if such achievements are not suppressed in the imperial examination?

Fei Hong nodded and said with relief: "Mr. Li knew the beads with wise eyes and accepted the apprentice early."

"It's a pity for those of us who won him..."

After hearing this, Wang Hua felt a little regretful.

But the apprentice couldn't receive it, so there was nothing he could do.

After the students visited the Grand Master and the Examiner, Lord Lin waved his hand with satisfaction.

The bell rang, it was time to sing the chorus.

"Yoyou deer sings, eats wild apples..."

Everyone sang loudly.

Zhao Ce also opened his mouth and half finished reading this poem.

After the deer sang, Lord Lin gave everyone three glasses of wine, and finally the banquet was finally started seriously.

Zhao Ce thought, fortunately, Su Caier prepared food and a bowl of soup for him before going out.

Otherwise, when the banquet starts, you will have to wait until you starve to death.

After the banquet started, Fei Hong, the chief examiner, stood up and said with a smile: "Today is the Lu Ming Banquet."

"When I was reviewing the papers, I saw that the articles I wrote were so congratulated and we really applauded."

"I think your poetry attainments are definitely no worse than those of articles."

"Why not write a few poems in public to show your talents?"

After the examiner said this, everyone below was cheered up.

Attending the Lu Ming Banquet, apart from tasting delicious food, isn’t it just that I want to show off my own?

Those who have prepared early will naturally wait confidently for their turn.

However, some people, like Zhao Ce, only study exam articles and cannot write poems.

But it would be harmless if these people were ranked behind.

Every time he heard the word "writing a poem", Zhao Ce couldn't help but complain.

Because the imperial examinations do not take the poetry exam, these poor children basically only learn to write the current language.

Those who can truly learn poetry in depth are basically those who are well-off and have studied since childhood.

However, every time the imperial examination is in the form of "poetry".

After retracting his thoughts, Zhao Ce no longer thought about these things.

As Jie Yuan, the first thing he should have stood up and worked.

After Fei Hong finished speaking, the young man in the second seat stared at Zhao Ce, as if he wanted to see what poem he wrote.

Zhao Ce had just thought about it, but also thought of the poem he wanted to copy.

He stood up openly and bowed to Fei Hong.

"I am not talented, so I offer a poem to the students."

Fei Hong nodded and smiled and said, "Yong Xibo is Mr. Xiya's favorite disciple. The articles he wrote were rated as the head of the case by us. I think there must be a set of poems when I write them."

"I wonder which kind of poetry you are going to do?"

After saying this, everyone stared at Zhao Ce even more curiously.

Zhao Ce felt everyone's expectations and was rarely nervous.

Only then did he realize that when he was a disciple, Li Dongyang said that if he did not write poetry, he would be laughed at by the world.

but......

Zhao Ce calmed down and replied calmly: "The adults were joking. The students only read books with the teacher for several months and were busy with the imperial examinations. How could they write any good poems?"

"What the student is going to write this time is the word."

Li Dongyang has been in charge of the literary world for decades. He is elegant and crafty in poetry and a representative figure in the Chaling Poetry School.

But his students want to write lyrics?

All the people on the seat were curious about Zhao Ce.

"Oh? Writing the lyrics?" Fei Hong said: "It seems that not only famous teachers can produce high disciples, but Yongxibo can also become more outstanding."

After this high hat was buckled, Zhao Ce felt that he had been raised a lot at once.

Everyone present was attracted by him, and Zhao Ce replied calmly: "Since that's the case, then I'll be ugly."

Zhao Ce stood up straight and looked slightly in the distance.

Soon, he started to recite: "Life is easy to get old but God is hard to grow old, and every year, Double Ninth Festival.

Today is Double Ninth Festival, and the yellow flowers in the north are particularly fragrant.

The annual autumn wind is strong, not like spring.

It is better than spring, with frost in the vast rivers and sky thousands of miles away."

After saying that, Zhao Ce silently paid tribute to the great man in his heart.

Fei Hong on the seat looked at Zhao Ce in surprise and forgot to comment for the moment.

After reading books with Mr. Li for several months, I couldn't write any good poems.

So, he wrote a poem that is more difficult and grand than a poem?
Chapter completed!