Chapter 173 The youngest No. 1 winner in history

Although Sun Yanwan's body has not yet developed intact, he has never regarded himself as a child.

Because Zhang Qingxi, the senior brother, was too genius, his master, uncle, senior brother, and sisters did not regard him as a child.

There is even a small thing within the Songyang Sect. Although Grand Master Zhang Yuanqiao has a low teaching level, his vision of choosing an apprentice is the best in the world and is unparalleled!

But no one in Wenkui Palace could ignore his age!

Whether it is the top emperor or the great scholar around the emperor, the eyes of Sun Yanwan look at Sun Yanwan are extremely eager.

The moment when the emperor was appointed by the emperor, everyone knew that the youngest top scholar in the history of the Dalang Dynasty was born!

The thirteen-year-old top scholar is unprecedented and it is also extremely difficult for anyone to come.

Although the great scholars in the court had a debate, no one opposed the late title of Sun Yan as the top scholar. Sun Yan's late poems were extremely talented and he was obviously already the best. Many great scholars even recognized that this son must be the future leader of Dalang's literary world.

The candidates in the hall showed extremely shocked expressions when Sun Yan was selected, but no one was dissatisfied, and they were not even dissatisfied on the surface, but were convinced orally.

When the news of Sun Yan's participation in the imperial examination spread, almost all the candidates of this class recognized him, and he would definitely be the top scorer of this class.

In Wenkui Palace, Sun Yanwan was the only one who could not figure out the situation clearly.

A young prodigy is extremely talented, and has no problem of being "simple and singing in a simple way". Even if he did a poor job of national theory today, the emperor would still pinch his nose to give him a fame. Moreover, the "Theory of the Six Kingdoms" he memorized is really an eternal article. The emperor was worried that he would not order Sun Zhuang Sheng today. If this national theory is spread in the future, he would have stains in his history books.

After the singing was finished, the golden flower and wine were rewarded and given a banquet to Qionglin Pavilion.

Sun Yanwan was finally overwhelmed until the meal was over. Although he knew that the food in the palace was not that delicious, there were still some foods.

At the Qionglin Banquet given by the emperor, Sun Yanwan was the well-deserved number one in the limelight.

I don’t know how many people came to talk to him, but Sun Yanwan always refused everyone, calling him brother and calling him brother, and was so intimate. This was a skill he mastered before traveling through time. At this time, he tried it out, and everyone thought that this son was graceful and generous, humble, and could be said to be of perfect character.

While dealing with the people who came to talk, Sun Yanwan filled his stomach as much as possible. Although he ate a lot, the Qionglin Banquet given by the emperor was too unpalatable, and it was far less delicious than the dishes made by Xiao Nanmeng himself, but at least it filled his stomach.

After almost the meal, he touched his stomach and was wondering when he could leave. When he heard someone shouting, "It is a grand event for us to pass the same class today. Why not leave some poems and essays to remember later?"

"Today I'm examining the theory of the country. I suggest writing a poem on the topics of mountains, ridges, and heavy snow."

Sun Yan still remembered this person, and even ranked eighth in the palace examination, named Liu, and was awarded the title of Jinshi. He heard from people at the banquet and was praised as a young scholar with a high reputation among the young scholars.

In fact, if it weren't for Sun Yanwan, this Liu Buzhi would be the most recognized poem by a young scholar this year.

But when Sun Yanwan took action, he was either Li Bai or Cao Zijian. How could he match Liu Buzhi?

The Liu family's glory was suppressed by the Sun family.

Although Liu Buzhi was very convinced after reading Sun Yanwan's poem, he still had the intention of leaving. Seeing everyone applauding, he said with a smile: "Today, Brother Yan Wan is the top scholar, so he should be the first to start writing."

Sun Yan's meal was not very good, and he was not interested. When he heard about the mountains, the strong passes, and the heavy snow, his mind was not changed much. When the paper and pen were handed to him, he grabbed it and waved his hand: a letter was reported to the nine heavens, and he was demoted to Chaozhou Road in the evening. He wanted to eliminate bad things for the Holy Dynasty, and he would cherish the decay and the remnant years! Where is the family in the Qinling Mountains? The snow surrounded the Lan Pass and the horses were not moving forward. I know that you should have the intention to come from afar, so that you can collect my bones and miasma on the riverside."

After writing, he threw his pen and said with a smile: "Today I have enough wine and meals, and I have met you in the same subject. It's really a wonderful thing. But I'm too young and can't bear to drink. I want to say goodbye in advance. Don't blame me, brothers."

Everyone said in unison: "No sin, no sin!"

After Sun Yan left calmly, someone had already spread this poem all over the banquet.

While admiring these new Jinshi, everyone felt worried.

This poem is known as Han Yu's hand, who is known as "the decline of literature in the eight generations, and the drowning of the world", so how can there be a bad truth? But this poem is too taboo today, and it just happened to be a big event in the court not long ago.

Sun Yan didn't care about the affairs of the court, but they were determined to be the imperial examination, so how could they not care about it? This poem was clearly written about the four doctors, the official of the Ministry of Rites, and the Central Secretariat Han Shi, who wrote the letter without even covering it. He wrote in a noble manner that "Eight thousand demoted to Chaozhou Road in the evening". Was Han Shi demoted to Chaozhou Tuanlian Envoy?

Many people regretted it, especially Liu Buzhi, who thought to himself: "This poem is so striking to the hearts of the current emperor! If we offend the emperor, wouldn't we also be involved?"

"My poetry is not as good as my talent, so why bother to be dissatisfied and force him to do what kind of damn poetry?"

"Why should we use mountains, passes, and heavy snow as the topic?"

"Where did the Qinling Mountains come from Dalang? There is neither a heroic pass nor snow in Chaozhou... He is not pretending."

After half a stick of incense, the poem was placed on the emperor's table. The emperor looked at the newly written No. 1 scholar, the freshly baked text, smiled and said, "The little guy is so brave!"

The eunuchs next to them were silent. After a long time, the emperor sighed and said, "It's time to let Han Shi come back."

He glanced at the poem and said with a smile: "I asked someone to send this poem to Han Gong in an expedition of eight hundred miles, and then said..."

"He has found a new confidant in the literary world."

Zhang Qingxi calmly came in after receiving the notice and said warmly: "I pay homage to my mother."

Seeing that his son was coming, Concubine Su smiled and asked, "But what news does your junior brother have?"

Zhang Qingxi looked at the little Taoist nun beside her mother and whispered: "The second junior brother wrote a poem at the Qionglin banquet today. After reading it, his father issued an order to order Han Gong to return to the court!"

The little Taoist nun shook slightly, and her usual quiet and gentle temperament disappeared at all. She asked anxiously: "Is my father really going to come back?"

Zhang Qingxi smiled slightly: "How can you deceive your young mother in such a big deal!"

He took out a piece of plain paper from his sleeve and handed it to his mother, saying, "That's this one."

Concubine Su glanced at it and couldn't help but smile and said, "Your second junior brother is so brave. He is talking nonsense about this matter, and he is so blatant. What about the Lan Pass of Qinling Mountains? How could Dalang have it? It's because the Jianjiang River is indeed in Chaozhou."

She gave Su Jian to the little Taoist nun beside her and said, "I didn't expect that this boy would still be admired by the Lord."

Han Youniang read it carefully, her eyes were slightly red, and she said, "It's hard for him."

Concubine Su did not want to mention this matter again and said, "Qingxi Wuer, your marriage with Youniang will be done as soon as possible after Mr. Han Shi returns to the court!"

Zhang Qingxi whispered: "It's up to my mother to decide everything."

(End of this chapter)
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