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"Guess the question?"

Xu Erlang asked in confusion, but he was very clever and immediately understood what Xu Qi'an meant.

He quickly poured a cup of hot water for the eldest brother, and put a coat on himself. Xu Xinnian sat in a chair and said, "No, several great scholars in the academy have already helped us."

After the establishment of the Imperial College, the thoughts of the students were imprisoned in the Four Books and Five Classics, which is no longer the spiritual energy of the predecessors, and the lack of poetry in Dafeng is one of the sequelae.

But there is also an advantage, that is, it is easier to bet.

The so-called questioning is actually the same operation as Xu Qi'an's previous life teacher knocking on the blackboard to draw the key points. Due to the limited scope and answering method, the imperial examination paper can be "predicted" to a certain extent.

In addition to betting, there is also a Sao operation—buying a question.

The operation that is more troublesome than buying a question is "default".

The so-called default, this type of people can pass the customs smoothly and become a tribute even if their **** is not clear.

The specific operation is to buy the chief examiner and discuss in advance how to apply the "secret". For example, the end of the first line is "Old", the end of the second line is "Iron", and the fourth, fifth and sixth lines are "666".

The examiner knew that this was his own.

Namelessness and copying cannot prevent such cheating.

Xu Qi'an heard these sorrows from Wei Yuan, and after listening to it, the wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated.

It's a pity that the examiner's behavior is not considered. Xu Xinnian is a student of Yunlu Academy, and he is destined to miss the champion, second place, and flower hunting. Even the top one may not be possible.

Before meeting Zhong Li, Xu Qi'an only thought about how to help Erlang make a cheat sheet, and hide from the proctored bugler. After racking my brains, I thought of a way to copy the article on Tintin.

This method was inspired by sand sculpture netizens in the previous life. I remember someone bragging about themselves on the Internet, saying that a woman saw him engraved with a "Zhi" and suspected that it was the name of his ex-girlfriend.

After he lost his dantian, it turned out to be "*, *".

Although it is an unreliable boast, Xu Qi'an has a sense of substitution... These are not important, but the important thing is that the above operations can be done by Erlang.

He only needs to use his cultivation base to say: My Diao Chan... and then he can write a five-hundred-word essay on it.

The examiner will never find out.

But with Jiro's arrogance, he wouldn't do it if he was killed... Xu Qi'an nodded slowly, "What about the poetry?"

Xu Xinnian frowned and replied: "Poetry is not considered, I am not good at poetry."

His exam preparation focuses on policy questions and classics, of course, other students are the same. Poetry stuff can only be said to be free.

"Be prepared or not, Brother came here just to guess the poems." Xu Qi'an said.

"How is the big brother going to guess?"

"Loot." Xu Qi'an smiled mysteriously.

........

"Mother, I want to eat oranges."

In the interlinked interior, Xiao Douding walked out wearing a loose single.

"What oranges to eat at night? I don't need any more teeth. The oranges are in the hall. Go out and get them by yourself." The aunt is upset about the future of her son.

Xiaodouding went out without saying a word. She finished eating oranges in the corridor outside, and went back to the house to sleep contentedly.

The second uncle and aunt continued to discuss Xu Erlang's future, and after speaking, the aunt regretted why he sent Xu New Year to Yunlu Academy.

Erlang has been a genius since he was a child, and he has a good memory. When Yunlu Academy enrolled students, Xu Ershu took his son to Qingyun Mountain for the exam, and he passed the exam.

"It would be great if it had been sent to the Imperial College." The aunt said with chagrin.

"In women's opinion, Yunlu Academy is the orthodox Confucianism." Xu Ershu hummed.

..........

Xu Xinnian cut a piece of rice paper into a dozen small squares, wrote "flowers, birds, fish and insects" and other themes on them, and then swiped them at will.

"Brother, come on."

Xu Xinnian felt that his eldest brother was making a fool of himself, but seeing that he was so enthusiastic, it was hard to refuse. I just want to quickly get rid of the annoying big brother so he can sleep well.

Then I want to see if my eldest brother can compose poems on the spot, and he can also enjoy eye addiction.

Xu Qi'an closed his eyes and grabbed it casually.

"Two?"

Xu Xinnian found that his eldest brother had grabbed two pieces of paper.

"Two is two, and one more is a spare."

Xu Qi'an said, unfolding the note, which read "Ying Zhi" and "Patriotic".

Xu New Year looked at Big Brother with some expectation.

"I will give it to you tomorrow." Xu Qi'an scratched his head.

Saying goodbye to Xu New Year and returning to his room, Xu Qi'an lit a candle, sat at the table, looked up at the room beam, and said:

"Aren't you a prophet, can't you directly predict Chunwei's topic?"

A woman with a disheveled hair, wearing a simple linen gown, lay on the beam, and replied: "The prophet must know how to keep secrets. I am not a lucky person. Once the Chunwei exam questions are leaked, I might die tomorrow. "

"I'm protecting you. Didn't the supervisor say that I am a lucky person." Xu Qi'an urged.

"Since you are a lucky person, the question of your lottery must be Chunwei's exam question." Zhong Li said lightly, "Why should I take the risk?"

It makes sense....... Xu Qi'an asked again: "Then why don't I let me speculate about policy questions and classics?"

"The more single, the easier it is to guess right." Zhong Li said.

Xu Qi'an didn't speak any more, searching his stomach thinking about the poems he had studied in middle and high school. Even after so many years, some poems were still clearly printed in his mind.

Of course, he can't remember the classical Chinese and the longer poems, or he can't remember them all, such as Li Bai's will toast. He only remembers a few sentences "The water of the Yellow River is coming from heaven".

But a poem like "Chun Xiao", he estimated that he would never forget it to death.

"Yingzhi is probably the most famous for Cao Cao's turtle life, but considering Emperor Yuanjing's longevity, writing this poem might be disgusted by Emperor Yuanjing.

"There are a lot of patriotic poems, but the patriotic poems in my memory were all born when the country broke down and the family died. What iron horses came to their dreams, what country broke through the mountains and rivers, what business women did not know the hatred of subjugation... .. Difficult."

In the second half of the night, Xu Qi was sleeping soundly, and suddenly heard a muffled sound, followed by a groaning moan from an unlucky woman.

He was awakened all of a sudden, and subconsciously stayed in the saber by the bed.

"Sorry, I fell..." Zhong Li said, enduring the pain.

Can this fall? You are a fifth-rank sorcerer anyway...Xu Qi'an's mouth twitched, and he let out a long suffocating breath: "It's okay, is this part of bad luck?"

"It's not bad. If I wasn't by your side, I would probably break my leg directly."

The five disciples of the Supervisor said in a plain tone: "No problem, I'm used to it anyway."

After that, she stood up in silence and walked to the door: "I will meditate outside and not disturb your sleep."

"......" Xu Qi'an watched her leave and closed the door.

Turned over and continued to sleep, but the door opened again and Zhong Li returned.

"Ok?"

Xu Qi'an gave a hum, expressing his confusion and dissatisfaction.

Zhong Li whispered: "I don't know who is wicked. I left the orange peel in the corridor. I accidentally stepped on and fell and broke my head. I think it's safer to be in the house."

Can orange peels slip? It's miserable... Xu Qi'an was suddenly full of sympathy.

..........

The next day, the sky was still dark.

Xu's house was brightly lit, and her aunt stared at the dark circles under her eyes. She personally helped Xu Erlang pack up pen, ink, paper, inkstone and other test items, as well as the cakes, steamed buns, jerky and water eaten in the exam room.

"Mother, you don't need to bring so much food, you only take the test for one day, and you will come out at dusk." Seeing his mother kept squeezing food, Xu Xinian stopped quickly.

There are three test sessions, one test is one day, and each test is three days apart, which lasts for nine days.

After making preparations, Xu Pingzhi took his wife, daughter and nephew to send Xu New Year to Gongyuan.

Xu Qi'an and Xu Pingzhi were carrying lanterns, one after the other. Not long after, the family arrived at the Gongyuan. Outside the Gongyuan was crowded with students taking the exam. There were dozens of officers and soldiers on both sides of the street to maintain order and hold high torches.

"Erlang, this is a poem written by my eldest brother, which will be burned after reading it." Xu Qi'an handed over the two notes.

Xu Xinnian accepted it calmly and unfolded calmly. After watching for a long time, he almost didn't understand...The characters written by the big brother, especially the kid, are unique.

Good poem!

But Xu Xinnian still exclaimed in his heart.

If he can really guess the question, he might shine.

After Xu Xinnian jotted it down, he tore up the paper and was about to say goodbye to his family when he suddenly heard someone chanting the Buddha's name not far away.

Looking back, he was a big, burly bald head, with his hands folded, showing him a secretive smile.

Do I know him........ Doubts flashed in Xu Xinnian's heart, but a polite smile returned.

The big bald head nodded slightly and turned to leave.

..........

Watching Erlang line up to go to the tribute courtyard, aunt and Lingyue proposed to return to the house to make up for sleep, and Xu Lingyin proposed to go to Guiyue Tower for breakfast.

Everyone ignored Xu Lingyin's proposal.

Xu Qi'an was worried about Zhong Li in the mansion, for fear that she would have passed away when she returned later.

When returning home, Dongfang Weixi.

Xu Qi'an pushed open the door, and saw Zhong Li sitting on the ground, with a disheveled hair, unable to see his facial features.

This woman always wears her hair, and she doesn’t know how long it looks... Jianzheng’s disciples feel weird, but it’s the most normal foodie girl... Xu Qi'an cleared his throat. , Said:

"You don't have to hide it, I can introduce you to your family."

"This will bring bad luck to your family. There will be no big troubles, but small troubles will continue." Zhong Li said: "Due luck affects people around us at all times, and they can avoid it if they don't know my existence."

Forget it.

It was still far from Mao Shi, and Xu Qi'an was about to vomit for a while, but suddenly there was a palpitating heart. This is because someone bubbling in the local book chat group.

"Can you turn around?" Xu Qi'an asked.

"Okay." Zhong Li turned around obediently and meditated with his back to him.

It's inconvenient to have one more person... Xu Qi'an then took out the fragments of the ground book, and read the book by the light of the candle.

[Two: I plan to go to Beijing. 】

The first to respond to Li Miaozhen, it turned out to be the Taoist Golden Lotus who rarely bubbed: [Nine: Is the suppression of bandits over? 】

The suppression of bandits is over? Brother Chun and they should also be back...Xu Qi'an was overjoyed.

[2: Yes, Daoist Chief, Number One, you haven't given me information about the younger generation of disciples in the human sect. 】

At the beginning, she exchanged information about the Yunzhou case with No.1, hoping to get from No.1 the best disciple of the Renzong generation, but No.1 was inexplicably silent for a long time.

To this day, the promise is still not fulfilled.

A few minutes later, the No. 1 handbook came over, a large section of the handbook: [The disciples of the human sect generation are not strong, and the highest "clean dust" is only at the seventh stage, but there is one person, I don’t Know if it is considered the younger generation. 】

[2: Who is the character and how is his cultivation. 】

[1: This person is a scholar, the champion in Yuanjing 27th year, and he suddenly resigned in 29th year Yuanjing became a white body. He and Luo Yuheng's senior brother Lingyun Daoist were also teachers and friends, and he was able to teach Renzong Sword Technique and Heart Sutra.

[This person is extremely talented. After three years of abandoning writing and repairing swords, he stepped into the realm of swordsmanship, and then challenged Jin Gong Chen Kaitai. After a fiasco, he wandered away and was hailed as the number one swordsman in Beijing by Wei Yuan.

[He and Lingyun Daochang do not have the name of a teacher and apprentice, but they have the truth of a teacher and apprentice. 】

He was born as a scholar, abandoned literature and cultivated swords, and was the number one swordsman in the capital. He had a real sense of mentor and apprenticeship with the master of the human sect.........what is going on with this strong sense of sight? Xu Qi'an was taken aback for a moment. After pondering, he thought of someone, but he felt too absurd.

At this moment...

[Four: Oh, I have returned to Beijing. 】

"Sure enough, it is him, Daoist Jin Lian is going to do something, knowing that the two sects of heaven and human are incompatible with fire and water, they have to pull them into the fragments of the earth book together." Xu Qi'an muttered.

Interesting, the 4th and 2nd are coming to Beijing to tear up... Wait, if only Li Miaozhen comes to the capital, I am confident that I can handle it. After all, the resurrection can be explained by the bodily pill.

Moreover, Li Miaozhen and I have both died socially, so they will not be too entangled with each other.

If the number four also comes to the capital...

Xu Qi'an's face changed.

At this moment, the 5th also bubbled: [What a coincidence, I will also leave South Xinjiang tomorrow to travel in the capital. When I arrive in the capital, everyone will drink together. 】

Xu Qi'an: "???"

What's going on, why is the 5th coming to Beijing too, with the 5th IQ, the 4th and the 2nd are definitely not assured that she will be alone~lightnovelpub.net~ It will inevitably come to offline Nianji.

And I am in the capital, Li Miaozhen knows my true identity...

No, I have to let Jiro carry this pot.

[One: What do you come to Beijing on the 5th? 】

[Five: Traveling. 】

Li Miaozhen suppressed his consternation and added the topic: [2: On the fifth, you remember not to reveal your identity as the Gu clan, Dafeng people hate the Gu clan. The rivers and lakes are sinister, even if you are entrapped, if the government knows your Gu clan identity, they will probably ignore it.

[And in the eyes of many inferior rivers and lakes, it is only natural to take any measures against Gu people. 】

In the Shanhaiguan Campaign that year, the southern Xinjiang barbarians formed an alliance with the northern barbarians, and they were opposed to Dafeng. In addition, in recent years, the southern Xinjiang barbarians often harassed the Dafeng border in order to regain lost ground.

The two sides have been grieving for a long time.

The Gu clan in Southern Xinjiang is also in the scope of the "Southern Xinjiang Barbarians".

Lina thought for a while, and felt that she was not afraid of poison or force. There was nothing to be afraid of. But since No. 2 is so eager to remind, she passed the book and thanked:

[Ok, I will pay attention. 】

Then Li Miaozhen said: [On the 4th, although we are all members of the Heaven and Earth Society, the Zongmen’s grievances are put at the forefront. When we meet, I will not be merciful. 】

[Four: Life and death conceited. 】

This........ Everyone is a group of friends, there is no need to do this. Xu Qi said with a heart.

After the chat with the group of friends was over, Xu Qi'an took back the fragments of the ground book, raised his head, and glanced at Zhong Li with his back to him.

Is it the bad luck that this woman brought me...I'd better ask the supervisor to return the goods...

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PS: Until now, I finally finished writing a chapter. The typo will be corrected tomorrow and sleep first.