As time went by, the large forces behind gradually caught up, until the trickle was gone. When the time was up, the first stage of the competition was completed. According to statistics, a total of thirty-two people completed the task, of which naturally

Including Zhengyao, Liu Yan and the short fat man, and of course the most sinister Guan Zhen, needless to say, was at ease among them.

"Why is Mr. Liu so crazy with that idiot! He doesn't know that Uncle Wang has always had a weird temper. If he says the wrong thing, not to mention not being able to get a recommendation letter, he will even be given the fate of never being hired.

Idiot, damn idiot!"

Ning An saw this and was angry in her heart. Just now she saw Zheng and Yao rushing towards the podium like bulls, unable to hear what they said specifically, which made her even more anxious.

"Miss, please stop worrying here. With Mr. Liu's intelligence, how could he do such an unwise thing? And I think that although the person you call an idiot is a bit hateful,

But I think he is somewhat smart and will not mess around."

Xiaoxi's analysis was quite good, but Ning An gave her a blank look.

"Okay! I announce that there are thirty-two talents who have passed the first stage of the test this time. They are: Guan Zhen, Li Zhengyao, Liu Yan..." Prince Jing picked up the tea cup, took a sip and continued: "

Next, is the second part of this conference, the literary battle."

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar immediately.

Literary fight? It’s just right. When it comes to writing and ink, which talent is willing to admit defeat? As a person who studies, he naturally has the desire to compete in the literary world. I saw that the talents who entered the second round began to gear up.

, showing an eagerness to try.

But at this moment, there is a person who looks a little bit unhappy, and this person is Zhengyao. Although Zhengyao was good at Chinese when he was studying, he would be scolded by the Chinese teacher every time he wrote an essay, and the comments he gave back were exactly the same:

Because: the words do not convey the meaning. If you ask Zhengyao to write prose or a few limericks, he is still very capable, but once the topic is given and he cannot think of a solution at the moment, it will be bad.

Not to mention that Zhengyao has all the memories of the previous Zhengyao, because these memories all stop before the age of ten. Although Zhengyao before the age of ten was very capable and was treated like a child prodigy, all of them were very harmful to Zhongyong.

It means: Use the ideas you had before ten years old to write an essay to take the college entrance examination? I guess as long as the marking teacher is not too stupid, he will not give a good evaluation.

"Third brother, third brother, what are you thinking so deeply about?" Liu Yan saw Zhengyao completely motionless and thought that Zhengyao was still brooding over the offense he had just made against the prince.

"Oh, no...it's nothing. I just don't know what kind of fighting style this literary fight is. I'm trying to figure it out!" Zhengyao could only brush it off and asked him to tell the truth. He was really embarrassed to speak, and no one would believe him if he told it.

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I am a time traveler. I have been a police officer since 2012. I have taken the college entrance examination, taken trains and planes, and watched TV. I like Xu Song’s songs very much. I believe Liu Yan will definitely think that Zheng Yao is possessed by evil spirits when he hears this.

Liu Yan did not delve into it further, patted Zhengyao's shoulder lightly and said, "It's okay, you'll know in a moment."

"Well, I don't want to say much, let's get straight to the topic! I have been to Shuzhong many times. Whenever I feel exhausted physically and mentally, there will always be a burst of spring breeze, which refreshes me.

I will use 'Spring Breeze' as the title and ask all the talented people to write poems in response to it!"

King Jing said it very lightly. Writing a poem with the word "spring breeze" seemed simple, but in fact it was very difficult. Liu Yan couldn't help but frown. Although the spring breeze was right in front of him, he still felt it.

Very far away, what is real is virtual, and what is virtual is real, so whether it is difficult or not is just a thought.

Seeing that everyone was still indifferent to this, Prince Jing spoke again: "You don't have to be too restrained. This is a simulated material selection, not a real scientific examination, so everyone can speak freely and just treat it as a daily communication with each other."

Faced with Prince Jing's approachability, everyone immediately put down their burdens, and saw a middle-aged man in Qingyi who was in his early thirties walking up and said: "I am Zhang Ji, I am not talented, I would like to be a pathfinder!

"spring breeze"

Autumn goes...fallen leaves...winter snow...melt,

Summer...comes late...spring...soaks in the wind.

The four seasons cycle...pass by in sequence,

At the beginning of all things...all...connected.

This poem uses spring, summer, autumn and winter as the artistic conception, telling that the cycle of the four seasons is orderly, but the laws of the world are ever-changing and everything has its end. In this poem, "spring bathing in the wind" means "spring bathing in the wind", so it is

It means that spring is the beginning of all things, and the spring breeze is the source of hope..."

Zhang Ji impressed everyone as soon as he came on board. This seemingly inconspicuous middle-aged man had such quick adaptability. Even Zhengyao couldn't help but admire him. It turns out that a person cannot be judged by his appearance.

"Okay! It's wonderful! The poem written by Zhang Ji not only fits the meaning of the title, but also expresses the truth that spring is the beginning of all things. It's good! Keep going! You continue!"

Prince Jing suddenly smiled widely. He didn't expect that the first person to come up could compose such a poem. It seemed that the rumor that "there are many talented people in Sichuan" was not a lie.

Naturally, there was a round of applause and applause from the audience, so those who were good at writing and writing were naturally unwilling to be left behind, so everyone stepped forward, either making up random things, or speaking out of emotion, or coming up with ideas in a hurry, or failing to convey the meaning with words.

They all appeared on stage.

Of course, Liu Yan's "Spring Breeze" naturally aroused a wave of enthusiasm once again. After all, this most talented man in the Southwest is by no means a wasted name, and perhaps only Zhang Cheng can compete with him.

Guan Zhen on the side was shy and naturally couldn't do elegant things, but he was not willing to give in, so he also sang a "heroic" "Spring Breeze".

""spring breeze"

The spring breeze... blows... I cover my hands quickly,

At night...clothes...cold...continuously.

Tossing and turning...difficulty falling asleep,

I say...this day...is autumn!"

"Ha ha ha ha…"

As soon as this poem came out, it immediately caused an uproar. Guan Zhen wanted to explain but was speechless, so he could only roar: "Laugh, laugh! I... I am also a poem after all!"

Of course, Guan Zhen shouted in front of everyone in the audience, and his voice was quite weak. After all, he still did not dare to make too many mistakes in front of Prince Jing.

"Hahahaha, I said that the grandson of Guan Ping, the prefect of Chengdu, really has a lot of personality! Not bad, you are right. Sometimes I feel that the spring breeze blows too much and I can't tell whether it is spring or autumn.

Well, your poems are good, not bad!"

Prince Jing suppressed his smile and said that for the grandson of Guan Ping, the prefect of Chengdu, he had to save some face at least. They said that a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake, and this is indeed true.

When everyone saw that King Jing had said this, they naturally stopped laughing like this, even though everyone knew it was really funny. Now everyone has handed in their results, only Zhengyao is still standing there

like a statue.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous! If you don't go now, when will you wait? I don't know what the third brother is thinking?" Zhang Cheng in the audience became a little impatient. He went on stage to perform in front of everyone, but Zheng Yao still didn't move.

, this is not a good sign.

"I think this idiot is just a guy who pretends to be a scholar. He doesn't have any ink and imitates others to pretend to be a scholar. How embarrassing will he be after a while!" Ning An now has the opportunity to add insult to injury. I don't know when, as long as Zheng Yao is in trouble.

, even when she was happiest, her mentality was really... quite special.

Xiao Xi on the side didn't take it seriously: "Miss, don't target Mr. Li honestly! I think he must be planning something. You must know that he is Mr. Liu's brother, and there won't be any big differences between them.

The gap is. Moreover, if Mr. Li really can't answer this time, he will lose the opportunity to go to Beijing. In this case, won't Mr. Liu be unhappy because of this? Then there will be a shadow in his heart, which is very serious.

It may affect the imperial examination, so let’s not talk about winning the top prize, marrying a young lady, etc..."

I don't know if all maids are as shrewd as Xiao Xi, but Xiao Xi does analyze things thoroughly.

Sure enough, Ning An's expression suddenly changed, and he muttered: "What Xiao Xi said is absolutely true, oh! This idiot, if this is the reason why Mr. Liu cannot win the first prize, and makes this princess unable to get married, then this princess must be the winner."

You can’t kill him!”

As he said that, he looked at Zhengyao fiercely, with his eyes wide open and his fists clenched, as if he wanted to eat someone.

However, at this time, Zhengyao was very anxious. He turned around and saw a pair of vicious eyes staring at him. From his eyes, Zhengyao seemed to have read that if he couldn't answer, that little girl would have to kill him.

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"Oops, Oops, if I had known better, I would have compiled more poems about the spring breeze by famous writers, preferably those written after the Ming Dynasty. Wouldn't that be able to solve everything? Li Qiang, Li Qiang, I usually ask you to be more serious, but you always

He looks like a carefree man and acts arbitrarily. This is terrible! He deserves it!"

Zhengyao couldn't help but secretly cursed himself hundreds of times. He was already in a mess and didn't know what to do.

"Li Zhengyao!"

Prince Jing shouted softly, but Zhengyao remained indifferent, as if he didn't hear him.

"Li Zhengyao!"

"ah--"

Prince Jing raised his voice this time, frightening Zhengyao who was completely blank.

"Have you thought about it? I think your appearance is extraordinary, and your martial arts and martial arts skills should be good. Don't let me down!"

King Jing said in a very gentle voice, and it seemed that he had high expectations for Zhengyao.

"It's over, it's over! Not disappointed? How is that possible!"
Chapter completed!