Chapter 6 (This chapter is free)

His words and actions caused a lot of discussion in the hall. Some people praised him and secretly scolded him for seeking credit for his good people, but at this time, no one would say he was an "embroidered pillow".

Cui Zhili was not cold-blooded, but as the leader of the clan, he really couldn't understand this private relationship. When he saw his biological son being punished, he had no idea about his own affairs. Although his heart was cut off, he could only look strong. Now that he saw the boy in thick clothes saying nothing, he had just set up a big ladder in front of him, his heart was already moving, and he only looked at the other brothers. The children who grew up in the big family would not recognize what his eyes meant, let alone who doesn't want to do this favorable favor. Just as he was about to get up, Cui Shouxin, who had been in charge of the clan rules, stood up, which attracted everyone to look at him.

"What Cui Po said is that the clan rules were originally intended to be punished, and it was definitely not for killing. Nephew Ye was bewitched by the demon monk when he was young, but it was too much to say that he was disobedient. What's even more gratifying is that although Cui Po was young, his words were reasonable and concise. Love between the younger generations is a sign of my prosperity! The clan leader is very strict in his daily self-discipline and all relatives are well aware of it. Today, I would like to ask for extravagance and expose it!" The brothers who said this were despised and could only say it in their mouths.

Cui Zhili took advantage of the situation and took the opportunity to collect his clothes: "Rebellious son, today your cousin and uncle plead for you, so let you go. If you commit another crime, you will definitely forgive me." After that, he waved his hand and two servants came in to help him down and treat him.

At this time, Cui Zhili turned around and signaled Zhixin to sit down first. He said expressionlessly: "Don't be so arrogant in the future. You can't obstruct the law enforcement affairs of the clan without authorization. Get up, you will take the exam soon, so be yourself!" Cui Po said seriously, and put on his clothes and returned to the queue to stand still.

Then, Cui Zhijie announced that the university started. Such university has always been a rule. Women and boys under ten years old only need to recite <>, <>; men under fourteen years old need to try more <>, <>. Men over fourteen years old need to focus on <> and a poem. They only read the scriptures in many ways. As soon as this sentence came out, Cui Po was worried.

The Cui family has been married for a hundred years. All the scholarly families are from scholarly families, and both men and women in the clan can read books. Because there are too many people participating in the university, people from each room have walked out and avoided their close relatives. One person chose two or three to memorize the scriptures. For a while, the sound of the scriptures in the hall was so clear. These young children have recited these scriptures all day long since they entered school at the age of eight. They have been familiar with each other every year, and are not afraid of being afraid of the formation. They just like teachers in the school, closing their eyes and shaking their heads. Cui Po was originally frightened and fearing that they were not good. When they heard the words of the people around them, the words and sentences in their hearts were flowing out like the source of the spring. Even if there was a slight vague turning point, they would suddenly become enlightened. Although it was far from being the best, they finally passed the test.

People in the clan have experienced this a lot, so they naturally know that the so-called colonel and the scriptures are uncompromising. The most important thing is the additional examination of the poem, which is the barometer of the future imperial examination. It only took half an hour, and the examination for the scriptures has ended. Cui Ji and Sirong both performed excellently, and Cui Zhili was reluctant to encourage him, and each issued a prize to ask them to leave.

After everyone left, there were only a dozen young men who were over fourteen years old in the hall, a kind of servants moving into some documents and four treasures of the study. Cui Po and the young men started to study and waited for the clan to give a question.

"During the Qingming Festival, everything is green. It is the most beautiful scenery. Let's write poems based on the spring scene! This is an old topic. There have been many famous works in history, and it is extremely difficult to come up with new ideas. It depends on your poetry talent. The fragrance is limited to the beginning!"

So many young men buried their heads and thought hard, and some chanted and tried the rhymes. Cui Po's heart moved, and many famous Wing Chun's works surged out, but most of them were unsatisfied. He felt depressed, and he breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and swept the hall around the hall, but saw that his mother was smiling slightly at him in the crowd, and his eyes were full of love and trust. Cui Po also smiled and turned back. He glanced at him, but saw that there was a willow tree in the window behind his mother, which had just grown tender green leaves, swaying in the wind, graceful. He felt something in his heart, and said intently: "I have it", and a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Sirong was praised by his uncle before leaving the venue, and a big rock fell in his heart. When he stood there, he saw the coarse Confucian uniform in the hall, he couldn't help but be happy and outstanding. What was happy was that Cui Po stepped forward to save his second cousin who loved him the most, and his performance was very good and appreciated by his elders. However, his courage to talk in front of everyone was already disappointing. What was worried was that this cousin was originally very knowledgeable, although he had been very diligent in the past month, and he was very different from the past, and he was afraid that the time was too short and it was difficult to make a big progress. This was his first time to participate in the poetry exam. If he wrote poorly, the glory in front of him would be a little dim. Under this joy and sorrow, the boy in white in front of him was also rooted in his heart and could no longer be pulled out.

Cui Po didn't know that someone was thinking about this for him. He had a certain plan in his mind. Seeing that everyone around him was singing, Ran Xiang was just halfway through, and he didn't hurry to write, lower his head and think hard, just when the incense stick was about to end. His artificiality scared Sirong so much that he thought to himself: "It seems that Cui Po's cousin is going to lose. He has no friends on weekdays. After a while, I will only persuade him. I want to tell him that when he was exhorting Cousin Cui Ye in the hall today, he was really the biggest hero in my mind, but... just how should I tell my uncle if I want to leave late?"

The incense has been burning, and everyone has handed over the poem and waited for comments. The way to comment is to find a servant with a loud voice to read it out in public. Everyone in the hall is a good book, and the good and bad are naturally known at first hearing.

Cui Zhijie was also worried. Cui Ling, Cui Po and others were the first students he led. If he attended the university today, if he was too bad, his face would be really dull. When he heard the previous poems, he was sure that although the rhymes in his ears were neat, it was too ordinary. It was nothing but spring flowers and willows. It was either chanting without anything and describing the scenery mediocre; or he forced himself to hurt the spring and laughing at the Fang family, and some of the two poems were slightly better, but they were not good. It seemed that Cui Ling, the leader today. Although this son was young, his poetry was the crown of all the scholars. He couldn't help but look forward to it.

When the previous review was completed, the only two left in the hand of the clerk. When Cui Ling wrote, Cui Zhijie was slightly stunned and couldn't help but feel disappointed. Although this work used dangerous rhyme, the content and words were really average, which was much better than before. "It seems that it is still too small, and I have never seen a big scene, so I can't help but feel afraid. Cui Zhijie sighed secretly in his heart.

At this point, everyone in the hall had exhausted their expectations, and they all started to discuss and comment with the people beside them. When they heard the servants report their last poem "Ying Liu", the hall was even more aroused. Among the female members, Cui Wang, who was known as a simple and quick-talking man, said to the side: "This is the eighth song of today" "Ying Liu. I bet that it is inseparable from the previous one. The beauties are graceful and griefful. Although the people next to them think she is mean, there are many precedents in front of her, and it is difficult to refute her.

"The jade is made of a tree high" and other servants chanted the first sentence. Cui Wang sighed: "Except for the word "makeup", this sentence is normal." Thousands of green silk ribbons" came into my ears. Although I felt that this poem was quite different from the previous one, I didn't want to lose my words. I just said: "It's too straightforward, it's usually tight." While speaking, I don't know who cuts out the thin leaves" came. Cui Wang blurted out: "Is this also a poem? Although my waiter is only three years old, I'm afraid I can do it." When the last sentence "The spring breeze in February is like scissors", Cui Wang was stunned. He wanted to wait for the tent to turn the tent, but the sail in front was too full. Suddenly, where could it be?

There were many people in the hall who were talking to others and hearing it very clearly, or they only heard one or two sentences incomplete, but they felt that this poem was very different from the previous one, and had a different fresh air, so someone shouted: "Cui Er, please recite it again, let's listen." Cui Er also felt that the poem was catchy and there was a fragrance, so he shook his head and added three points of emotion to chant. His pretentiousness made the hall laugh and scold him, but he did have a good voice, which made Cui Po's poem more colorful.

After listening carefully, everyone commented carefully this time. They felt that it was normal to split the poem, and they could only say it like vernacular words, but the whole poem was very different. It was really interesting in plainness, just like good tea, and it was real in lightness. Everyone recited it out loud, and there was a sentence mixed in between: "Sister-in-law, can your waiter write this poem?", and then Cui Wang could only laugh at it awkwardly.

After a while, Cui Zhili stood up. "The results of the clans and today's colonels are no longer needed to be evaluated. Although this last poem lyrics about Liu is usually used and has never used allusions, it has achieved the Samadhi of the Poet and is truly interesting in the ordinary. Especially the last sentence, like novelty, it has written new ideas on this old topic. Cui Po can write such a masterpiece with the age of fourteen, which is comforting. This time, the poem should be the first, and all relatives have any objections?" Naturally, no one answered, "Cui Po, come up and let everyone meet today's poetic leader."

Cui Po knew that the result would be like this, and he was prepared and stood up without pretentiously. Seeing that although he received this praise, he was calm, and he was very confident in his humility but not arrogant. Although his clothes were worn out, he had a elegant demeanor. It was the young man who was shabby just now. He was not surprised, but he felt that the leader should be him. Sirong's face was blushing, and he seemed to explode in his heart. He was even happier than he got the first place. There was still a little worry?"

There was even that mean woman who couldn't help but say to the mother of Cui Ling, the third wife, "San Sister-in-law, it seems that your host is hopeless today." It turned out that Cui Ling's mother must be the first one today, so she had already announced that the university would invite the sisters to the banquet after the college. It was because she was arrogant all the time and offended many people, so she said this.
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