Xu Yan is still very clear about his own weight.

There were many coincidences in his succession of winning the mistress. In addition, the examiner added more support to the testimony and everything seemed natural.

But this does not mean that Xu Yan's hard power is the number one in Ningbo Prefecture.

With Xu Yan's current strength participating in the autumn examination, he may not be able to be able to play a steady Chinese style.

Qian Dehong was a great scholar of his generation and wrote beautiful articles.

Xu Yan's eight-legged essay level can greatly improve in a short period of time, which is entirely supported by Mr. Qian.

In this case, if Xu Yan wants to go further, he will naturally need Mr. Qian to help him.

As for Qian Dehong, he naturally knew this.

To be honest, Xu Yan's eight-legged essay level is not outstanding, and at most he can only be considered a middle-class or upper-class.

But he just likes this student from the bottom of his heart.

Perhaps it is because Xu Yan is very talented in poetry, or perhaps it is because Xu Yan is different from other students he has accepted.

Qian Dehong's career had already ended and he had no choice but to write books and write.

So he wanted to instill all his ideas about politics into Xu Yan, hoping that Xu Yan would one day be able to perform his fists and feet in the officialdom and fulfill his wishes.

It can be said that Xu Yan is his sustenance.

So Qian Dehong really treats Xu Yan as his own child, and to some extent, he is even closer than his own child.

"The autumn exam is not as small as a test like Tong Sheng's test. It is still difficult for many people to prepare for decades. Especially in a place where culture and education are prosperous in Zhejiang, it is not easy to stand out."

Chandon paused and said, "But you are talented and have a little weak foundation. But you don't have any chance."

Xu Yan was overjoyed when he heard this.

As long as the mentor is optimistic about him, it proves that everything has hope.

"I would like to ask my mentor for advice."

Qian Dehong was very satisfied with Xu Yan's attitude.

He stroked his beard and said.

"I have told you before that each examiner has his own temperament and his writing style is different. In this case, the styles of the questions they have given will be very different."

"But the chief examiners of the provincial examination are all appointed temporarily, so you don't have to do anything about this."

Xu Yan thought to himself that I really know who the chief examiner of the Zhejiang provincial examination in the 29th year of Jiajing was, but I can't say it.

"The safest way is to practice questions. The more questions you apply, the higher the probability of passing the provincial examination."

Xu Yan couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Unexpectedly, my mentor was going to let him use the question-the-sea tactic.

Although he had short-term special training before, it didn't take long. It was only one month in total.

If this was the first year of special training, Xu Yan would have to lose his skin even if he didn't die.

"My teacher, there is no other way?"

"There is a path for the mountain of books and diligence is the path, and the sea of ​​knowledge is endless and hard to make a boat."

Qian Dehong said without hesitation.

Xu Yan thought to himself, okay, it seems that's the only one.

"In this way, I will have to worry about my mentor."

Before, Qian Dehong personally learned Xu Yan's learning, which was a step-by-step teaching, and this time it was the same.

"It's okay. I'm idle anyway, so I'll give you some advice."

After hearing this, Xu Yan wanted to roll his eyes.

How can you hear this? How awkward!

"Good disciple, the number of special training this time is much larger than before. You have to be prepared."

Before the tactics of the sea of ​​questions began, Qian Dehong reminded Xu Yan here, which made the young man feel a little chill.

Oh my God, are you going to say goodbye to him for a better life?

Everything is for the provincial examination, as long as the autumn examination can be Chinese style, it is worth it!

Xu Yan could only comfort himself like this.

...

...

After three days of continuous progress, Xu Yan was dizzy and exhausted by Mr. Qian's special training.

In order to ensure that his mentality is not affected, Xu Yan decided to make fun of his hardships and write a new book.

After the great success of "Journey to the West" and "The Peony Pavilion", Xu Yan turned his attention to "Dream of Red Mansions".

Compared with the first two books, there is no doubt that "Dream of Red Mansions" has the strongest artistic quality.

Just by the poems in it, it is enough to establish its status in the world.

When Xu Yan thought of this, he felt a little distressed.

As soon as this book was published, many poems were unusable.

However, considering the huge economic value, Xu Yan decided to let Feng Ya go backwards.

Although "Dream of Red Mansions" is not Xu Yan's research direction, he is still very familiar with this classic work.

Some places need to be modified secretly to avoid some risks.

After all, Emperor Jiajing was a little cautious, so it was better to be careful.

Xu Yan was very satisfied with writing this article, but he didn't know that Mr. Qian suddenly appeared behind him.

"Good disciple, what are you writing? Take it to your teacher."

Xu Yan was almost scared to death and covered his chest and gasped, "Teacher, can you make some noise when you walk?"

Qian Dehong curled his lips and said, "What's wrong? Do you still dislike being a disciple?"

Xu Yan hurriedly said, "That can't. You're thinking too much."

After hesitating for a moment, Xu Yan still handed the manuscript to Qian Dehong.

Mr. Qian picked up the manuscript and looked closely, and saw three big words "The Story of Stone" in the head.

Continue to look down, Qian Dehong couldn't help but nod.

Qian Dehong's artistic attainments are extremely high, and works such as "Dream of Red Mansions" are naturally the favorite of him.

"Good disciple, you wrote this?"

"Well..."

Xu Yan didn't know how to answer for a moment.

He had all written the previous two books by others, and he had planned this book so much.

Unexpectedly, his mentor suddenly came out and caught him off guard.

If he said that this book was not written by him now, would he feel like he was talking lies with his eyes open?

“It was indeed written by the students.”

Xu Yan swallowed and said, "Mr., can you not tell anyone about this?"

Qian Dehong narrowed his eyes and said, "What's wrong? Are you afraid that others will be jealous?"

When Xu Yan wanted to sleep, someone handed the pillow and quickly followed the conversation and said, "My teacher is wise."

"I just knew you were thinking about this."

Qian Dehong stroked his beard and said, "Young people know that it is a good thing to restrain their sharpness. But they can't wipe out all their sharpness."

"Then this matter..."

"Don't worry. As a teacher, nothing happened today."

After receiving Mr. Qian’s promise, Xu Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, my teacher."

"But you should immediately give it to your teacher if you write a new chapter in the future."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Qian immediately put forward the conditions.

Of course, Xu Yan had no reason to refuse this condition. He quickly patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, my teacher, the student promises that you are the first person to see "The Story of the Stone" except me."

“It’s almost the same.”

Qian Dehong nodded and said, "It just so happened that my teacher was going out for a walk. Would you like to walk with me?"

Xu Yan was almost crazy when he stayed in the academy to write articles, and quickly said, "How dare you not obey if you have the fate?"

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Chapter completed!