C11

They were all in separate rooms, and they were also very small. Judging by the light, each room was three feet wide and four feet deep, and if one were to stretch their arms, it would be impossible to open them.

He was also very short. When he stood up, he couldn't even straighten his back. There were two movable boards in the room, and grooves in the walls on either side.

The examinee who was in the same area as Zhao Linyi cursed in a low voice, "It's just because I want to take the test. I heard that I have to sleep here tonight after taking the Elementary Scholar examination."

There were two planks, one high and the other low. If one wanted to rest here at night, they would have to level the two planks. However, this bed was really small. After ten years of hard work, it was not easy.

For the first time, Zhao Lingyi realized that the exam might not be as easy as he thought.

But no matter what, this was the only path he could take, right?

She calmly walked in. In order to prevent cheating, she also had a hard requirement: once you entered, if you came out, it would be for the end of the exam.

He didn't know why, but he had somehow calmed down in this small place. He would not admit defeat for the things that he was going to face next.

The bell rang to signal the start of the exam. The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and everyone's breathing gradually slowed down. Some experienced people started to adjust their breathing, slowing down their pace.

It didn't take long for the curlers to arrive at this place. The curlers handed over the yellowed paper one by one. When they arrived at Zhao Lingyi's place, she respectfully received it. "Thank you very much."

The man who delivered the paper acted as if he did not hear anything and walked over to the next examinee.

Zhao Lingyi did not think much about it either. He had already thanked him for his explanation, but it was a different matter whether he would accept it or not. The most important thing was the exam, he had never expected that he would have to rely on his brain to survive.

Fortunately, he had his own face and brain.

Because of these two things, the Crown Prince had doted on him in the past, and he had taken the opportunity to learn a lot of things.

Therefore, after she had received the exam papers, she did not immediately start writing. Instead, she first took a careful look.

The Crown Prince had said that because there were so many questions, the time needed to answer the questions was actually very little. Instead of answering the questions that he was not familiar with and grudgingly writing them down, he might as well go and pick some familiar ones.

This exam paper had a total of ten pages. Among them, seven of the pages were questions, the remaining three pages were for writing. In addition, another ten blank papers were gifted.

After a cursory glance, Zhao Ling Yi's mind started to replay the information, and he started to grind them at the same time.

On it, the first three words were basically the words of a saint. They were very classic words that needed to be filled in exactly the same way. The last three were for poems and songs, and the last one was for writing a book in silence.

Because it was just a test for children, it was not difficult for Zhao Lingyi who had lived half his life.

Zhao Lingyi began to write with the brush in his hand. He couldn't help but laugh at himself. In his previous life, he had read all kinds of books in order to please a man, but in this life, he had done so for the sake of entering the imperial court.

But after going around in a circle, wasn't the subject's duty the crown prince?

She couldn't help but feel a trace of resentment, and at this moment, she started to write the last page.

He had already spent more than half of the time and the exam was already at the end. There were constant knocks on the gong to remind him that he still had three incense sticks' worth of time before he was ready to receive his paper.

As the voices rang out, naturally, there were many people who disagreed. One after another, grumbles and grumbles filled the air. All of them were angry from the embarrassment. The time was short and it was not enough.

Zhao Lingyi was also slightly anxious. He had indeed used quite a bit of time to fill in the first few lines. Fortunately, there was only one poem left.

However, the words of the saint before her were all filled to the brim. Only this later on, she was unable to continue writing.

The test for children was the easiest one. Although he had to memorize every single one of them, he didn't have any hard requirements for doing any kind of poetry.

He just needed Ya Yuan and her questions. As for the other five, they were seven in number. He didn't have any requests, no matter what poem it was.

Zhao Lingyi was not someone with genuine knowledge. Even if he had read a lot of poetry in the past, it was just to please someone he liked. He did not like reading and writing, which resulted in him not being very good at this kind of thing, even though he had read a lot of books and was able to say a few words.

However, when she saw the theme, the word 'battle', a line appeared in her mind, and she subconsciously wrote it down.

Grape wine night cup, want to drink lute immediately urge.

Drunk Lord Grim on the battlefield. How many of them had returned?

After she finished writing it, she was stunned for a long time, because this poem started at a banquet.

In his previous life, he had already become the most favored imperial concubine. Accompanying the emperor, he began the banquet. This was a banquet prepared for the Grand Marshal Cheng Boyun. There were people constantly toasting, celebrating, and celebrating.

It was unknown how long he drank for, or perhaps he felt that the laughter next to him was too harsh, but he suddenly started to recite a poem. Because he had started to speak, everyone became quiet, thus, even Zhao Lingyi, who was sitting at the top seat, could clearly hear his words.

He said: "Grape wine at night light cup, want to drink the pipa immediately urged. Drunk on the battlefield, Lord Grim. How many players did Gu Lai send back? "

Everyone in the hall went silent as they drank the wine. It wasn't because of the joy of the people around them, but because it was a memory of the soldiers and their brothers who had gone away, unable to return.

"Clang!"

The sound of the gongs and drums brought people back to reality. Zhao Lingyi came back to reality and saw the person in front of her collecting the papers. It was the person who had written the book; he was taking away everything he had written, including the poem.

When it was time to finish the paper, the exam came to an end.

She panicked slightly and immediately reached out her hand to snatch it. She was so anxious that there were even tears in her eyes. This thing must not be seen by anyone, because even someone like him who didn't make a poem would know that it was an extremely wonderful poem. Once Cheng Boyan saw it, he would know that he was a reincarnated person and had even copied the poem he wrote.

The person who accepted the paper was puzzled and lowered his voice. "Your poem is very good. I've read it and you've given it to me."

He was shocked in his heart. He did not expect that this young lady, who was taking her examination for the first time, would be able to write such a profound poem. If it was shown to the academicians of the academy, they would definitely want to take her in as their disciple. This also gave birth to a somewhat cherishing feeling in his heart. 'I wonder if this young lady has found a teacher yet?' Otherwise, it would be the best for him to be recognized as his last disciple.

Zhao Lingyi bit his lower lip. Once the exam was over, he would no longer have the chance to fill it in. However, he still couldn't help but plead, "Teacher, please, let me change the poem. This poem cannot be turned in."

The person who accepted the paper looked at her for a long time. This was the first time someone brought up such unreasonable demands. However, in the end, he still returned the poem. Or rather, the young girl's initial gratitude.

"I've been staying here for a long time. Hurry up and write. You just need to pick up the pen. This is my last chance." The voice was very low, so as not to let anyone else hear.

Zhao Lingyi looked at the other party with an extremely grateful expression. Then, he casually searched his mind for a line to write a poem.

Black clouds covered the city, and a ray of light split open the sun and gold.

The sounds of horns filled the entire sky with the color of autumn, filled with the fat of the swallow and condensed into the purple of the night.

Half a roll of red flag to Yi Shui, the frost heavy voice no longer.

Reporting to the king on the golden platform, with the Jade Dragon for the king to die.

He was anxious to the point of splashing ink, but he still handed over his poem at the last moment.

Zhao Lingyi's heart finally calmed down. He was sure that Cheng Boyong didn't know about this poem, because this poem was secretly given to His Majesty by his father before he died.

He was now the Crown Prince.

He remembered that when Shi Shi had sent it over, the crown prince hadn't even looked at it. When he heard that it was a poem from a different surname Wang, he just sneered and threw it to the side to let himself burn it.

The Crown Prince was so happy when the man was about to die.

Later, Zhao Lingyi could not help but open the poem. Although he burned the poem in the end, he remembered it in his heart.

Therefore, when he had just written that poem, his name was titled, "Loyalty".

Everyone said Wang with a different surname was an influential official, but he was not necessarily a loyal official. However, after Zhao Lingyi read that poem, he still felt that this person was loyal.

Since no one knew what he was thinking, he might as well write it down and let the people of the world know that he had not seen it in vain.

Perhaps it was initially just a matter of anxiety, but after thinking about it, his mood became much calmer. It was possible that he could write it down.

And the most important thing was that, at that moment, he could still live for a long time. So, before dying, he did not write down his last words.

In other words, even if he used this poem, no one would know about it. What else did he know?

It was only after thinking about this that Zhao Ling Yi suddenly realized that none of the great scholars of his previous life had appeared.

She thought of some of the better lines, but she couldn't remember who had written them. What was going on?

His rebirth wasn't that simple, and it made sense. How could it be easy to obtain a new life? But, what did this involve?

At this moment, her mind was in a daze as she sat there in silence. Some of the examinees had already left, leaving her alone. It could be said that she had lost her soul.

Not far away, the Fellow, the examiner, and the person who had already written out the paper, were gathered together. Their eyes kept staring at the soulless Zhao Lingyi.