The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

Hearing these voices, Jiang Ming frowned slightly.

Although it is said that Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second, but at the very least, it is necessary to distinguish between good and bad.

Jiang Ming didn't think that Su Yu was wrong. If he had been the examiner, he might have given negative marks.

"Next, number 78, Jiang Ming!"

At this moment, Su Yu's voice sounded again.

She seemed to lift up her spirits suddenly, with a strange look in her eyes.

When chanting Jiang Ming's name, his tone involuntarily became a little more serious.

"Candidate Jiang Ming is here."

Under the attention of everyone, Jiang Ming walked slowly into the examination room.

The corner of his mouth raised, and his favorite ancient poem came out - will drink!

"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and will never return. If you don't see it, the mirror in the high hall is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow. Life is full of joy, don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon. I am born with my talent It will be useful, and it will come back after all the money is gone.

"

"..."

"Five-flowered horse, a thousand gold furs, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you!"

Jiang Ming memorized the whole poem in one breath and then served the wine.

Nuo Da's examination room was actually completely silent.

Everyone looked at each other, including ten examiners.

For a long time, the sound of Adam's apple rolling came from all directions.

"This, this, Wenshen descends to earth, it must be Wenshen descending to earth!"

Someone shouted excitedly.

"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

"I was born to be useful, and I will come back after the money is gone."

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

There were also people who repeated the ancient poems that Jiang Ming had read in a daze, and then recalled the works of the previous candidates.

All of a sudden, I understood what the difference in the world is!

"How could he write such perfect lines?!"

Those examinees who had sneered at Jiang Ming earlier, their faces were even more ugly at the moment.

Thinking of what I said, my face felt burning pain, as if someone had slapped me several times.

Chapter 41: Be my son-in-law

At the examiner's table, the eyeballs of several examiners stared straight.

"It's a miracle, it's a miracle!"

An old man with a white beard was originally stroking his beard while commenting on poems, but he got so excited that he pulled his beard off.

"Sure enough, he is as talented as the king said!"

Su Yu's eyes lit up even more, looking at Jiang Ming as if he had discovered a treasure.

"very!"

Su Yu suddenly shouted loudly.

Several examiners on the side were stunned.

Is this still the Su Yu I know?

In her hands, she didn't even get six points, so she gave ten points directly at this time?

"What are you doing in a daze, score points!"

Su Yu looked at several examiners and urged them.

"Oh, that's right, I'll give ten points too!"

"Ten, this poem definitely deserves ten!"

"very!"

. . .

The other nine examiners gave scores one after another, all of which were ten points for Qing Yishui.

"No. 78 Jiang Ming, full marks!"

Su Yu announced loudly.

"I lost, full marks? This is too incredible."

"Isn't it? The Temple of Scholars has been established for hundreds of years, and this is the first full score."

"But to be honest, this poem is indeed a masterpiece."

"With such accomplishments at such a young age, what is the origin of this Jiang Ming?"

"I heard that he is a general from the Tang Dynasty. Apart from being able to write poems, he is also a master of martial arts!"

There was an uproar in the audience, and people talked about Jiang Ming one after another.

The most interesting thing is naturally his identity.

"Next, number 79!"

"NO.80!"

"..."

The assessment continues, and there are also candidates with good strength in the future.

But compared with Jiang Ming, everyone seemed so mediocre.