[Red House] That natural stay

The author has something to say: Demining, there are ancient poems borrowed.This world is an overhead world.

While everyone was composing poems, inspectors were constantly walking around.Although it was just an unofficial conference, it still had to be treated strictly because of Taifu Fu and several others as judges.

When he walked to Mo Jue, seeing that the young man had stopped writing and had no intention of continuing, he stepped forward and asked if he wanted to submit his poem at this time.

Mo Jue nodded casually. In fact, he had already done it, but the system told him not to be too conspicuous so as not to stand out, so he didn't signal the boy to come.But now it’s already half a stick of incense in the past, it should be ok, right?

The inspectors are teachers from various famous schools in Xuancheng. Although they are not at the level of Mr. Fu, they are also well-educated.But when his eyes touched the beautiful thin golden body on the snow-white rice paper, his eyes showed shock and excitement, and the hand holding the paper trembled slightly.

"What's wrong with him?" Mo Jue looked suspiciously at the middle-aged man beside him with an unknown expression.

[The font you wrote has not been created in this era. 】

The system is a little helpless.

"So that's how it is." Suddenly realized (but not), he suddenly remembered the time in the valley.The master once told him not to write this kind of font casually, but he forgot.It was originally intended to install a life system for him, but at that time it detected human emotions, but the system still quietly copied some of the functions in that system, as if it was part of entertainment, everything from the earliest era of Interstellar culture and entertainment.This includes all extant texts, books, and games, and all that pertain to them.In short, as long as it has appeared, he will.

There are hundreds of types of brush calligraphy commonly used in the Southern Dynasties in his mind, and the most used ones here are regular script and running script.So how can you not be excited when you see a new typeface for the first time?Just like Liaochen back then, of course, he concealed it very well.He just told Mo Jue not to write such words when he left the valley.

"Then what should we do?" The young man stared at the thin paper in Xun Kaoyuan's hand, as if he wanted to see through it and destroy the words that shouldn't appear.

[Forget it, this may not be all bad for you. 】

The inspector, who finally calmed down, raised his head and took a deep look at Mo Jue. No matter whether he created this font or not, this young boy will definitely have an extraordinary future.Without stopping too much, he turned around and hurriedly walked towards the row of judges whose combined age was almost [-] years old, and even the little boy waved back.How can you fake your hands on others?

"Zi Lai, why are you leaving in such a hurry!" Taifu Fu asked with a smile when he saw the person walking in a hurry.Mencius Lai, that is the name of this middle-aged man, also studied under Mr. Fu more than ten years ago. After high school, he was often suppressed in the officialdom because of his outspoken temperament, so he finally had to resign and go into seclusion. Came to Xuancheng and became a teacher.

"Teacher! Please take a look!" He placed the rice paper in his hand in front of Taifu Fu's desk.

The first thing that catches the eye is an unfamiliar font that has never been seen before. The handwriting is thin and strong, so thin that it does not lose its flesh, especially the graceful and graceful.

"This, this is..." While Fu Xing was watching carefully, the other four people also leaned over their heads one after another, and their reactions were all dumbfounded and shocked.I think they often boast that everyone has seen nothing, but now when a brand-new writing method appears in front of them, no one can recognize the font.

"Old Fu, what's your opinion?" An old man in a navy blue gown sitting beside Fu Xing asked.

Fu Xing pondered for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "According to what the old man sees, this is probably a brand new way of writing." I have to treat it with caution. If his guess is true, the repercussions it will cause in the literary world can be imagined . "Just to be on the safe side, after we go back, you and I will search carefully to see if this kind of font has appeared before." This is just asking for peace of mind and a layer of protection for myself. Is it something they haven't seen?

"Hey, look at this poem again." Suddenly one person said, starting from Mencius, they were all immersed in this never-before-seen writing method, but ignored the poem itself.

"A ray of setting sun spreads across the water,

Half Jiang Sese and half Jiang Hong.

Poor on the third night of September,

The dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. "

The old man who spoke finished chanting, without shaking his head, he was intoxicated in this beautiful artistic conception.It was as if the scene depicted in the poem had actually appeared in front of my eyes.

"Good poem! Good poem!"

"Not only the writing is good, but the poetry is even better."

Several others expressed their views one after another.Although Fu Xing didn't speak, his mood could be seen from the extremely soft expression of the raised corner of his mouth.

"Zi Lai, where is this expert?"

Expert?Mencius was taken aback for a moment, the other party's age was...but after thinking about it, isn't he an expert?Looking back again, the person had long since disappeared, and the place was empty.It just occurred to me that after each level, if there is still time left, candidates can leave the arena to rest until the start of the next match.

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly, "That person has already left, if the teacher wants to see him, I'm afraid he will have to wait until the next competition." How could he be the only one frightened?

"Forget it, I'll just wait!"

"Here is the signature... Mo Jue."

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Besides, after the other party took away the poem, Mo Jue left from the back, and not many people noticed him.After arriving at the examinee's special resting place, not long after he sat down, a young servant came to deliver a message, and then took him to a relatively secluded place, and retreated after saluting.

Mo Jue had already guessed who was looking for him, so without hesitation, he pushed open the door in front of him.

"Xiao Jue, you're here." Mo Yu's concerned voice was heard as soon as he entered the door.

"Brother Mo." He dragged him to sit down at the table of several people.

"Come on, here are your favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and jujube cakes, eat more." As soon as he sat down, he was busy for a while, serving tea and water.

Mo Jue readily accepted, one in each hand, and was still comparing himself with Mo Zhai in his heart.After tasting every kind of pastry, he stopped in satisfaction and picked up the water at hand.

"Little guy, how did you do in the exam?" Seeing him stop, Fu Yijun asked quickly.He wanted to ask a long time ago, but was stopped by Mo Yu's eyes many times during this period.

"Well, it should be pretty good." The young man said uncertainly. Although he had read many poems of this era in the valley, he still didn't know what was good and what was not.

"So sure?"

Then the boy looked at him innocently.Haven't you already answered it yourself?Why ask again.

Well, he's still just a kid.

"Then Mr. Mo, why don't you read the poem and let me wait for everyone to enjoy it?" Xia Jin continued.

Mo Jue glanced at him and shook his head.Subconsciously, he doesn't like the person speaking in front of him. He can see the calculation and temptation in the other person's smile, so he doesn't need to talk to him.On the contrary, Fu Yijun, who has been 'finding faults', is more willing to communicate with him.

"I hope the prince can't be blamed. Xiao Jue is pure-hearted and unreasonable. He didn't intend to offend the prince." Mo Yu smiled and pleaded guilty. I don't like being rejected.However, if you listen carefully, you will find that although it is an apology, there is not much apology in it.

Mo Yu was not a young man who still believed in a true friendship. From the moment the sixth prince made friends with him deliberately, he had already vaguely guessed the other party's intentions.Today's four major families seem to be in their prime, but they are already rotten in their bones.And the current emperor is not strong anymore, judging from the brief time with the current prince today, as long as the other party wants to, he can ascend to that position at any time.And the first thing to do after ascending to that position is to further suppress the four major families until they are completely eradicated.And in this process, it is natural to have the strength to fight against the four major families. He, Mo Yu, no, it should be said that he, the Mo family, is one of the 'chess pieces'.

"No problem." Xia Jin waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care.

Seeing that he had nothing else to do, Mo Jue concentrated on enjoying the pastries on the table.Several people were in a generous and elegant wing room, and the side facing the table was a big window.From this angle, the scene on Manmin Terrace can be seen at a glance, and it is not easy for outsiders to find them.So from the very beginning of the game, nothing that happened escaped the eyes of a few people.

Everyone’s hesitation when facing the first test questions; the teenager’s splashing ink; Mencius Lai’s eagerness, Fu Xing and others’ abnormality.All of these convey a message: Mo Jue's poems are quite good.Especially Fu Yijun, for his understanding of his grandfather, Fu Xing could not be moved by ordinary poems. Since he could remember, he had never seen his always serious grandfather show his emotions so much.So when Mo Jue came in, he was eager to know what kind of poem he wrote.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the stick of incense was about to burn out.Those who have already finished are chanting and checking repeatedly, and those who have not finished writing are even more impatient and pale.

"Drink some water!" A hand with strong knuckles pushed a cup of tea to Mo Jue's eyes, accompanied by a voice with a smile.

The boy looked up at him, did not speak, but took a sip of the teacup silently, he was indeed thirsty.Seeing the owner of that voice, the smile in his eyes deepened.

The few people who were focused on looking out of the window turned their heads to look at the two of them in surprise when they heard the voice. The young man was still concentrating on solving the pastries, and the prince Xia Tian was watching the young man intently from the side.Both of them have good looks, this picture... is really damn beautiful.

The others were just surprised. Although the prince is under one person and above ten thousand, he is also known for being gentle and courteous.Mo Yu was the only one, who didn't know what to feel in his heart, sore and swollen, and felt that everything in front of him was an eyesore.He just lost his mind for a while, as if the little rabbit he raised with great difficulty was abducted by the big bad wolf.