On the staircase, Zhan Qinghai stood quietly, his eyes slightly closed as he watched the candidates in front of him, who were either looking at the scrolls, lowering their heads to think, or composing poems with their pens. He was indifferent and silent, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"Old Zhan, you put a lot of thought into this question. If they only see the snow scene and not the September sky, you won't be able to give them full marks even if they write a perfect snow scene poem, right?"

The gentle voice of the Master of the Document Hall made other clerks of the Document Hall couldn't help but laugh. Zhan Qinghai did have his own thoughts on this question.

The snow scene is just the surface, but hidden inside is a picture of wonder.

"The topic proposed by City Master Zhan is naturally not that simple."

"Simply taking the snow scene as the subject, this imperial examination is too simple. Anyone can take the exam for the literary division."

This picture seems simple, with a vast sky and earth covered in silver and falling snow.

In fact, it is a wonder created by a famous artist, a picture of snow falling in September.

It was specially painted because of the snow falling in September.

Otherwise, if you look at it purely from the perspective of the snow scene, this picture has no outstanding artistic conception at all.

The famous artist deliberately hid the spectacle in the form of clues in the scroll. There was heavy snow on the surface, but the painting was relaxed and casual.

Zhan Qinghai said: "In this year's palace examination, there are 14 candidates with outstanding talents. If we just ask simple questions, it will be too easy for them."

Although Zhan Qinghai is not a literary master, he has studied and collected many classics throughout his life, and his appreciation ability is no less than that of Master Wen.

This first question is a hidden question.

At this moment, a golden light penetrated from the paper, attracting the attention of Zhan Qinghai and everyone in the Document Hall.

"Hey, someone made a golden sentence?!"

"It's Shen Mengsheng from No. 1 Middle School. He composed the golden verse poem."

When the golden light lit up and filled one-third of the hall, exclamations immediately came from the candidates.

Shen Mengsheng is very famous. Not only is he talented, but he is also not far behind as a martial artist. His reputation is spread all over the major middle schools in Jincheng.

As early as his sophomore year in high school, Shen Mengsheng published many excellent works.

Among the younger generation in Jincheng, apart from Qin Mo, who has appeared in "The Chronicles of Poetry", Shen Mengsheng is the most famous.

If Qin Mo rose to prominence suddenly, then Shen Mengsheng was a poetic talent since childhood.

When I was in my third year of high school, I had already composed some golden verses, and the name of the poem was spread far and wide.

In fact, some of the older generation literary masters admired Shen Mengsheng very much. The master of the Palace of Documents had even predicted that Shen Mengsheng would enter the magic martial arts.

This time, he took the lead and wrote a golden sentence on the topic of snow.

Shen Mengsheng's face showed a look of surprise. Although the snow scene poem was not difficult, he did not expect that he could write a golden sentence.

The time, place and people are favorable.

Everyone looked at Shen Mengsheng with envy as he stood up and handed the answer sheet to Zhan Qinghai, which was a golden sentence. Until Shen Mengsheng handed the answer sheet to Zhan Qinghai, the look of envy in their eyes still did not change from the light golden paper.

Move away.

Shen Mengsheng handed the golden sentence to Zhan Qinghai, and on the way to his seat, he couldn't help but glance at Qin Mo from time to time.

Like others, Shen Mengsheng also regarded Qin Mo as his opponent when he heard that Jincheng's quatrains were published in "The Chronicles of Poetry".

When it comes to poetry, Shen Mengsheng is confident that he can surpass Qin Mo.

Qin Mo's eyes were still focused on the painting at this moment, and he didn't notice Shen Mengsheng's eyes.

Buzz

At this moment, another similarly flickering light rose from the other side of the hall.

"Has someone made a golden sentence again?!!!"

“One question with two golden sentences?!”

"who is it?!!"

Before everyone had time to marvel, their eyes were attracted by another golden sentence that lit up in the hall, and stopped at the beautiful figure who was finishing her pen.

Lin Youyin!

"It's Lin Youyin from Anyang Middle School." Someone recognized it, and the second person who made the famous sentence was Lin Youyin.

Qin Mo sensed the appearance of the second golden line and found out that it was written by Lin Youyin. He couldn't help but look surprised. His nominal sister seemed to be no worse than Shen Mengsheng.

They are also golden sentences, only less than a minute late.

but

Qin Mo frowned and looked at the scroll again. He always felt that something was wrong.

At the same time, Zhan Qinghai also received the golden words from Shen Mengsheng and Lin Youyin.

The golden light covered with talent shines through the paper. The golden light of Lin Youyin's song is shorter, while the golden light of Shen Mengsheng's song is longer, close to half an inch, with a light golden light tail.

“What a poem!”

"These two poems are really good."

Several talented writers in the Document Hall couldn't help but praise the poem.

Qin Mo looked at the clerks of the Palace of Documents who were appreciating the golden sentences on the stage. They all smiled, and couldn't help but feel a little in his heart. Could it be that he had guessed wrong?

This painting is just an ordinary snow scene.

Is he overthinking it?

Zhan Qinghai, what candidates are asked to do is write a poem about snow scene?

"Huh?" Suddenly, Qin Mo saw a flash of disappointment in the corner of Zhan Qinghai's eyes, who was reading two quatrain poems.

Two golden lines, although Zhan Qinghai smiles on his face, he is disappointed in his heart?

Zhan Qinghai cannot be disappointed when it comes to the birth of the imperial examination.

The only possibility is that Zhan Qinghai was disappointed not with the poem itself, but with these two poems, which did not fully meet the requirements of the first question!

Thinking of this, Qin Mo strengthened his suspicions.

His eyes looked at the snow scene again.

Snow, no problem.

Qin Mo couldn't help but look at the figures in the lower right corner. Suddenly, Qin Mo vaguely saw that those figures were not wearing winter clothes, but a few thin shirts.

The person in this picture is very small. Even if Qin Mo looks carefully, he can't see clearly. He can only infer it based on the thickness of the clothes on the figure.

Seemingly having a clue in his mind, Qin Mo quickly looked towards the forest wrapped in snow in front of him.

hiss

Qin Mo took a deep breath and finally knew what the problem was.

I almost got cheated.

This is no ordinary snow scene picture, this is a spectacle picture.

Except for the clothes on the figure, the snow-covered branches are not completely white. If you look closely, you can see many lush green leaves hidden behind the snow.

This is definitely not winter snow. Judging from the lushness of the leaves and the clothes on the figure, it should be snow in August or September.

To compose a poem in the snow of August and September is to embarrass me, Qin Mo.

Qin Mo felt bitter in his heart. Although he had figured it out, he still couldn't write. He might as well pretend to be confused and write a snow scene poem directly.

On the stage, after Zhan Qinghai received two poems with golden verses, he looked at other submitted poems and neither evaluated nor rated them.

Many candidates are confused.

Only Qin Mo complained endlessly, whether he pretended not to notice it and wrote a poem about snow scenery casually, or tried hard to write down the wonder.

"Although these two poems have become golden sentences, it is a pity that Lin Youyin and Shen Mengsheng did not see through this picture of snow falling in September."

"However, even if they don't see it, what they have created is a golden sentence after all. If others cannot create a snow scene with a golden sentence, they will still be the leader in this question."

People in the Document Hall are also discussing. It is almost a foregone conclusion that Shen Mengsheng will have the highest score on this question and Lin Youyin will be second.

Even if there are more golden words later, the time difference is too far to compare with the two of them.

Unless someone can see through the wonder picture, even if he can see through it, he must write a poem about the wonder and the snow scene at the same time.

Too difficult!

Even if you let them write it, there is no guarantee that they will write a good poem.

"Old Zhan, I guess your little thoughts will be in vain." The master of the Document Hall said with a smile.

At this moment, Qin Mo, who had been standing next to the wonder map, suddenly moved.

Qin Mo quickly came to the table, his energy surged, he quickly took up the pen and started writing,

Every time he finished a sentence, the golden light on the paper lit up:

The north wind blows and the white grass breaks on the ground, and the sky is full of snow in August.
Chapter completed!