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The examiner stroked his beard, his bean-sized eyes continuously sizing up the room. "That poem was written by her. That dainty lady could actually write such ambitious poetry."

The person who sent the reel over calmly said, "That's not true. All of the young misses are pretty. Look at the young missy of the Mu family. She's stronger than the two of us."

The three of them whispered to each other for a long time. Finally, they heard a sigh from the Fellow. "This girl is really talented. Her future is limitless."

This sigh came from the bottom of their hearts. If they were at this age, would they have had such talent? There was no such thought in his mind.

The person who wrote the scroll thought, "You haven't seen the other line of the poem. If you have seen it, you would know that this isn't the only one."

Fellow thought about it carefully and said, "This time, the person who is favored by others is the prodigy Shang Yuzan, right? "How is he?"

"A bit inferior." The person who had written the paper was also the person who had received it. Thus, the first thing he saw was everyone's poem paper. He replied with the truest of words.

The three of them looked at each other after their questions and answers. They had an idea in their hearts. In front of such a talented girl, even a prodigy wouldn't be able to stand up to her.

However, even if it was a bit inferior, it was still extremely rare. It was most likely like the stars beside the moon, but it was still sufficient to light up the sky.

The three of them had different expressions. Clearly, they had their own plans.

Some of the examinees who were gradually leaving the exam grounds could not help but take a glance at their own academicians and examiners. They thought to themselves, "Why do these three cold-faced scholars have such ugly expressions?" Did something happen?

This was not considered big compared to the other examinees, but to Zhao Lingyi, it was not small at all.

In the Humanities Courtyard.

Once the exam papers were passed, they would begin to review them. Furthermore, it was to spend the entire night to hurry the examination. In the shortest possible time, everything would be settled and the results would be released.

Checking the files was a very troublesome task, as it required repeated checks. If he made a mistake, he would not be able to take the examination as an invigilator for the rest of his life.

The people who read the documents were all transferred by the Ministry of Public Relations. These people were all innocent and the most diligent in the examination. In the end, they would let the head examiner check them and then hand them over to the Ministry of Public Administration for approval after verifying the correct ones.

At this time, the files had more or less been reviewed. Two were neatly placed at the front, and the thousand odd files were arranged in order. However, the most eye-catching part was the two in front.

The three men's faces were solemn, and behind them were the officials from the Department of Public Affairs. They all paid respects to Confucius, then began to arrange their ranks.

These papers were asked for according to talent. As for the final order, it was arranged by text.

The examiners would be the top five.

All the exam papers had been sealed, so as to prevent cheating and the like from happening.

As an invigilator, the invigilator naturally wouldn't give in to kindness. He directly picked up a copy. This copy was naturally Zhao Lingyi's.

As the saying goes, without literature, there is no first place, and without martial arts, there is no second. The names of the top five would be displayed for easy access.

The examiner went over to take it, but the first thing he saw was Xiu Juan's handwriting. He couldn't help but frown. How could a person who could write such a powerful poem be so elegant? Furthermore, it seemed as though he was in a hurry to write it. The surface was covered with ink and he had failed in the cleanliness of the scrolls. Why not copy it a second time?

When the person who accepted the paper saw it, he immediately knew what the other person was thinking. He lazily said, "You've started to use words to get people again. Take a good look at this poem. "

"Black clouds press down on the city, the light of armor is spreading towards the sun and the golden scales. 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, I shall carry the Jade Dragon to die for my master. "

"How do you feel about this?"

The examiner was silent for a moment before he said softly, "Is this battle over? and then he will never return! "

Although "Lin Yishui" was the location of the battle, it still gave people the feeling that she was a hero that would never return.

The academician kept nodding his head as he stroked his beard, "The cold wind is waving the red flag. The troops are approaching Yi Shui quietly. The heavy frost is soaking the drum. The drum beats are low and can't be raised. In order to repay the king for his gift and love, he was willing to fight a bloody battle to the death for his country with a sword in his hand. It is worthy of being called the gift of a loyal official. If it were not for the kindness of a loyal official, how would he have the heart to sacrifice his life for the nation? "

The person in charge stroked the ink, and said slowly: "I have seen too many people write about the battlefield, such a tragic scene, such a miserable scene, I never thought that there would be someone who would use such a gorgeous color to write about it. This entire line of the poem contains a brilliant color. That gold, that purplish red, when they were mixed together, should have been colorful, but in front of me, there was only sadness and only the sight of the soldiers dying. "

"Such a good thing must not be seen by the three of us alone. After tomorrow's release, I will write a letter and send it to the Cosmic Star Academy, where the scholars will gather. There should be this poem, and it should be renowned throughout the world."

The examiner took the poem and couldn't help but sigh. "Everything is good, but I seem to be anxious from writing it. The ink has already destroyed the paper, so if I were to give an A grade, I'm afraid those who like to take their words with them will surround me."

The three of them looked at each other and the Fellow suggested a compromise. "Why don't we give B to the Fellow before we take a look at the apposition?"

The person receiving the paper couldn't bear to make things too difficult for the examiner either, so he too nodded in agreement.

Although it was a pity, in the end, it was only B.

All in all, these three people considered Zhao Lingyi as someone who could compete for the position of the head of the case.

The three of them didn't have any objections. Their intentions were clear. They immediately made a decision and flipped open the next page.

The examiner saw the first sentence and his eyes lit up. He continued to read on and praised, "I thought she was just talented, but I never expected her to be so powerful. If I was her age, I would never dare to say that I could compare to her."

The more he read, the more serious his expression became, causing the two people beside him to think that he had made a lot of mistakes. The person taking the paper couldn't help but ask with concern, "How is it?"

The invigilator looked as if he couldn't believe it. He closed his paper and said with extreme surprise, "Not a single one of them is wrong!"

When the two people heard this, they quickly took the papers and started flipping through them. If they were this age, they wouldn't have been able to answer everything correctly. Back then, they had also taken the test, but they had more or less made a mistake.

[Now there is actually someone who can say every word well?

Other than the few little monsters that came out earlier, there was actually someone else that could do such a thing?

After the two of them flipped through the books one after another, their expressions were no different from that of an invigilator. The academician continued to sigh, "My academy has shown off a rare talent. In the future, there will definitely be a place for him in the imperial court."

The man in charge said solemnly, "Going back three to five hundred years, there is only one official in this dynasty. Only one student from another two to three hundred years will be able to appear. We have met a powerful person."

When they thought about how the poem was so strong but could not give a single A due to the ink stain, the three looked at each other and said in unison, "What a pity."

"What a pity."

"What a pity."

The three of them were silent for a long time after they finished talking. They still wanted to continue the papers, but after looking at Zhao Lingyi's papers, they felt that the other papers were a bit boring. They even picked them up and felt that they were pretty good.

It was said that one had to die in comparison to the other, and that goods had to be thrown away. This was the logic.

Shang Yuchan had always been expected by the people, but now that he held the exam paper in his hand, he didn't have the praise he should have. The three of them commented objectively. It was indeed not bad, but they secretly gave a B grade.

Although the lyrics were good, they were only second class.

The scores were divided into four categories, A and B without any hesitation. The first category was based on luck, and as for Ding, he would not be accepted because he was at the bottom.

However, it is said that a long time ago, when someone took the examination, they took an A and a D grade exam." However, it is said that a long time ago, when a person took the examination, they took an A and a D grade.

The final fifty places will be ranked according to the evaluation. If there are people who answered the questions equally, then the ones who answered the questions will be the ones who answered the questions first.

During the entire night, no one was allowed to leave this place. They could only stay in their own residences.

After all, this matter was related to the future of a child, and one could not be careless. If any careless actions were to be investigated, he might not be able to serve as an examiner for the rest of his life as well as related matters.

The invigilator was still troubled as he checked again today. "I couldn't sleep last night for a long time and finally fell asleep. I dreamt of becoming a sage in the middle of the night and scolded me. I lost a good talent."

This person was still missing something, and so were those two. They didn't forget to take out the papers, hoping to see if there was any way to change it.

The more he read, the more he felt that the poem was wonderful. However, no matter how good he felt, there was nothing he could do about it.

The person who accepted the paper was the first to relax and casually said, "Even if she can't become a First Class student, it doesn't matter. The person who accepted the paper was the first to relax and casually said," It doesn't matter if she can't become a First Class student.

When the examiner heard this, he was silent for a while. Suddenly, his spirit was lifted, and he slammed his hand on the table, attracting everyone's attention. He gnashed his teeth and said, "But this person clearly has a treasure of two armors, why can't I give it to her? If I were to give a B without my conscience, I might be ashamed to face the sages in the future.