System Rescue Cannon Fodder

Chapter 532 The Road to the Imperial Examination (9)

Wen Shimu: "Okay, good poetry, Chunan is really good, now you are convinced!"

He pulled the hatred again, but Yan Ling knew that Wen Shimu didn't want Liu Changhong to think so much, he just had a straight temper.

A purple-robed scholar objected: "What is this? It's just a fluke. I happened to know a poem about chrysanthemums. Now you use pines and cypresses to write another poem. If you can do it, I will be willing to bow down!"

Pines and cypresses symbolize the spirit of being strong and unyielding, not afraid of being overthrown by difficulties. It is proud, upright, simple, not afraid of severe cold, and evergreen all the year round. Therefore, these ancient people always love to use pines and cypresses to compose poems. Many people can make poems, but if they want to be outstanding It is also difficult.

Yan Ling's face changed slightly, not because she couldn't do it, but because as a modern person, she couldn't look directly at the chrysanthemums. She really didn't want to chant chrysanthemums. Fortunately, the second song was about pines and cypresses.

But in other people's eyes, they thought she was afraid, and they were even more rampant, clamoring for her to compose poems.

Wen Shimu sneaked up to her side and said in a low voice, "Chunan, can you do it?"

Yan Ling curled her lips: "There is a solitary pine in Nanxuan, and the leaves are plentiful. When there is no leisure in the breeze, it is chic all day and night. Ancient moss grows in the shade, and the color is dyed with autumn smoke. Why should it soar into the sky and go straight up thousands of feet."

The crowd was silent for a few more seconds, and then there was applause. Not everyone here is targeting Yan Ling. Since she has real skills, they are not all narrow-minded people.

"Mr. Qin's poem can be regarded as a quatrain, and he has lofty ambitions in his belly. I admire it!"

"Young Master Qin's talent really lives up to his reputation"

The corners of Yan Ling's mouth twitched. How could she have any name? If she hadn't won the case, no one would know her name. But after today, she really has a reputation. Do I have to thank this group of people? ?
Although everyone was convinced, those few who took the lead in provoking could not hold back their face.

"What's so great about being able to write poems? This imperial examination is not just about writing poems. What the imperial court wants is people who can manage the world."

Yan Ling gave him a sideways look: "I don't need to worry about whether I have the talent to manage the world, it's better than someone who can't even write poetry."

"You!" It's not that he can't compose poems, but his poetic talent is average. With Yan Ling's pearls in front of him, if he writes poems again, it will just make him a laughing stock.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant is also a fine person. After watching the whole process, he immediately took the good rice paper, brush and ink, squeezed in front of Yan Ling, and said with a smile: "Mr. Qin's two poems are very good, can you keep the calligraphy."

Yan Ling: "Okay."

She needs fame now, instead of taking part in the scientific examinations. Although the Dali Dynasty looks stable and strong, it is actually a bit more civilized than military. The small country is also ready to move. If it continues like this, a war will break out in a short time, and how many people will be displaced by then.

Yan Ling also didn't think about helping to expand the country. It has nothing to do with her to compare who becomes the lord of the world. She just tries to minimize losses and save the lives of the people, not only for gaining merit, but also for something that is not displayed on the attribute panel --Belief.

Human belief, an existence unknown to the taskers, is an extremely important existence.

Yan Ling just had an intuition, her subconscious mind told her that this thing was very important, which made Yan Ling somewhat believe that the so-called consciousness existed.

Since you want to believe, you must let the people know that she did those good things, otherwise who will you believe in?
It may be difficult to become an official through the imperial examination and change the country, but you can try.

She has enough time to control her, and it's not bad to be a hero and do something within her power.

"I am really a little fairy with all-round development of morality, intelligence, body and beauty, and the most important thing is that I am so kind."

Yan Ling said this from the bottom of her heart, and then 138, who usually felt uncomfortable if she didn't hate her, didn't make a sound.

"138?"

【what? 】

"Don't you have anything to say about my lofty ambitions?"

【pretty good. 】

"that's it?"

【Do you like being abused? 】

"I like being abused by you."

【.】

[You are shameless, it is really shocking. 】

"Thank you."

The shopkeeper: "Young Master Qin?"

Yan Ling: "Yes."

As he spoke, he held the pen with his right hand, dipped in the pen and ink, and immersed himself in it. The pen wandered around and wrote two poems in one go.

Everyone saw that her handwriting was as floating as floating clouds, as shocking as a dragon, self-contained, with a sense of chicness, even this word was admired by everyone, not much better than everyone else.

Yan Ling is entirely based on experience, after all, she has spent a lot of time in the ancient planes.

The shopkeeper regarded this piece of paper as a treasure, and prepared to find someone to frame it. When the time comes, it will be hung in the restaurant, which will definitely attract many literati and poets.

Thinking that his boss would definitely praise him, the smile on the shopkeeper's face became even more rippling.

The two of them were walking on the road, Wen Shimu grabbed Yan Ling's shoulder, and said with a smile, "I only know that your story books are good, but I didn't expect you to be a master at writing poems!"

At this time, the two of them had left the restaurant and were wandering on the street. The other students had already closed their doors to study and would not come out until the day of the provincial examination. However, Yan Ling and Wen Shimu were obviously not such people.

Yan Ling: "There are many things you can't imagine."

"What? What else are you hiding from me?"

"I'm also a master at hating people."

"What?" Wen Shimu didn't understand what it meant to hate someone, and looked at her suspiciously.

"It's okay, let's go, I'll take you to eat, I'll treat you."

"Then I'll have a big meal."

A quarter of an hour later, Wen Shimu sat on the street stall table with a bitter face: "Didn't you say you had a great meal?"

Yan Ling pointed to the wontons in front of the two of them: "You can eat as much as you want."

It's not that she picks, but the taste of this wonton stall is really good, and the aroma can be smelled from a long distance away. Yan Ling doesn't look at the price when eating, only the taste.

"Old man Qiu, why haven't you paid this month's money!"

A few rascals stepped on the stool next to Yanling, and said viciously to the old man who cooked the wontons.

Old man Qiu trembled: "Didn't I just give it a few days ago, I really have no money."

"Have you given it? When did you give it? Why don't I know, don't talk nonsense, give me the money!"

"Uncle Ma, the old man really has no money, please show mercy and let me go."

Ma Hui pushed old man Qiu to the ground: "Hey, no money, so many people come to your stall every day, how can you have no money!"

"Small business, you can't make much money!"

Old man Qiu's thin body was lifted up, and he looked at Ma Hui with a white face in fear. People around him needed to point and point at Ma Hui and others, but no one dared to step forward to help.

Wen Shimu stood up angrily: "Let him go. How dare you be so arrogant in broad daylight? Is there any royal law left?"

　Finally, during the day, I secretly coded a chapter~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)