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Chapter 15: Chen Yuan's Dream


Chen Yuan, whose courtesy name is Zhongjin, is twenty-three years old.

He lost his father when he was young and his mother when he was young.

He only had a sister who was three years older than him and did needlework to raise him up so that he could study for exams.

It's a pity that he is not talented enough.

Before the child examination, he could still rely on studying hard and memorizing by rote.

After the child examination, the application of knowledge is very demanding.

Without the accumulation of years, how can he catch up with just a few years of hard study?

He was able to surpass the geniuses of his peers, and even the last time he was admitted as a scholar, it was barely possible.

Otherwise, he should be recruited by Baijia Academy.

But his sister didn't think so.

The 23-year-old scholar had never been a scholar in ten miles and eight towns.

She always felt that Chen Yuan was unwilling to continue taking the exam because he wanted to prevent her from overworking herself.

Chen Yuan's own family knew about his affairs.

Without a few years of experience, the provincial examination would be in vain.

He hoped that his sister could find a good family to marry while he was not long after he became a scholar and became famous.

After all, his sister is already twenty-six.

In the towns near where they live, women who get married early are the mothers of several children at this age.

If they give birth to children early, the children will be ready for blind dates.

If they give birth late, You can also do some things for the family.

Although he came to Beijing this time because of his sister's constant request, it was also because of the little delusion in his heart.

If I am lucky enough to win the election this time, will my sister be able to marry better and live a better life in the future?

It was precisely because of this little delusion that he failed to control himself when facing Ziwu Bi.

Within a week, he had accumulated a lot of fame, and the fame of being a successful candidate no longer seemed to be a dream.

But this morning, all dreams were shattered.

The Ziwu pen lost its magical effect, and his body suddenly became weak, and his intellectual talents and literary thoughts suddenly disappeared.

Although he was still literate, his memory of the articles and scripture meanings he had studied word by word in the past became vague and he could not remember them.

Clearly, even the hard-working regular script has problems.

In an instant, the provincial examination seven days later was like a big mountain weighing on his heart.

However, whenever he thought of his sister, he gritted his teeth and prepared to read a book in the last few days.

He has taken notes on his past insights, and his literary talent has not yet dried up.

Compared to others, he at least still has the possibility to work hard.

Chen Yuan kept warning himself like this until a ray of moonlight came into his eyes.

Li Haocheng waved his hands with the flying flag as a sign, and the clear light of the jade talisman as a reality, blocking Chen Yuan from the induction of the willpower above.

Li Haocheng also used illusions to induce his memory.

He nodded and said: "Although his talent is a little worse, his character is not bad. , At least there is some help.

He was born in poverty and his character is not bad.

If you help him now, you don’t have to worry about the backlash after he wins. " As he said that, Li Haocheng took out the white jade unicorn paperweight and used the Seven-tone Wonderful Tree to draw out the shadow of his literary thoughts and talents.

Many visions evolved in Chen Yuan's dream, allowing him to choose.

This is also a test for him by Li Haocheng.

Only those who know how to be satisfied can go further.

Chen Yuan was dazed and felt that his body was very light.

He vaguely saw a god with a bright moon floating behind him, sitting in the palace of Guanghan.

A white jade unicorn sat beside him, holding a laurel branch in his hand. looking at him He said softly: "This time you have been confused by external evil and insulted and lost your way.

I see that you still have the ambition to make progress, so I will give you a clear path.

There are three thousand osmanthus flowers on the laurel in my hand, which represents three thousand literary talents.

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Can you Choose whatever you want to make up for your losses.”

As he spoke, the god handed the laurel branch to him.

Chen Yuan was originally bitten by a snake once, was afraid of well ropes for ten years, and was a little worried that the evil god was plotting against him again, but after thinking about it, what did he need others to plot against him now?

Just put his hand under a piece of osmanthus, and suddenly a stream of cinnamon fragrance flowed into his nose, and the rich literary thoughts and talents flowed into his heart.

The literary thoughts and talents that had been dispersed suddenly recovered to a small extent, and many insights flowed through his heart.

He was shocked, and he was again He reached out and picked two pieces, and the gaps in literary thought and talent that had been lost due to the Ziwu pen were immediately made up for.

Chen Yuan licked his lips and looked greedily at the laurel branches in Li Haocheng's hand.

He was about to take a few more pieces, but then he remembered what Li Haocheng said just now, which was to kneel on the ground to express his gratitude and at the same time beg Li Haocheng to help. the rest of the students.

"If you ask me to give them the sweet-scented osmanthus, you won't be afraid of being squeezed out of your ranking.

As far as I know, among the students who were deceived by the evil god this time, many of them are far more talented and knowledgeable than you.

If they reply, you will win."

The probability of this will be reduced a lot.

Are you willing to do this?"

Li Haocheng said the god who manifested in his dream, deliberately inducing Chen Yuan's memory of his sister.

This is a new test.

If Chen Yuan passes it again, then Li Haocheng can think about it.

He was chosen to be Su Shu's representative in Datang.

"The imperial examination is set up for fair competition among students all over the world.

How can I mess up the word fairness because of my own selfishness?"

"How do you know that the imperial examination is a fair matter?

You must know that the three tests of the imperial examination are current affairs, literary quality, and qi.

The third one is related to family.

Children of aristocratic families are naturally better than you who are born as commoners.

This is also fair."

Although Chen Yuan was a little reluctant to hear this, he didn't think there was anything wrong with enjoying the legacy of his ancestors.

He said more to the point: "The predecessors planted trees and the descendants enjoyed the shade.

This is the principle of human nature.

How can we say it is unfair?"

"It is also fair that some people use the name of their master, disciple or fellow countryman to form cliques for personal gain.

Officials protect each other and influence the imperial examination on a small scale."

Chen Yuan, who has little experience, has no answer at all when faced with such chronic problems in officialdom, but he still stubbornly said: "They are them, and I am me.

They can do it, but I can't.

If I become an official in the future, I will be fair." ” "As an official, do you have to be fair?

Remember what you said today, hahahaha."

Li Haocheng burst into laughter, swaying the laurel in his hand.

Dozens of osmanthus petals were blown in all directions by the gentle breeze.

When it fell, three or four osmanthus flowers fell on Chen Yuan.

As soon as these three or four pieces of osmanthus came into contact with Chen Yuan, they immediately turned into a stream of clear water and blended into his body.

Chen Yuan couldn't help but shuddered, woke up from his sleep, looked around, and was stunned when he looked at a few osmanthus flowers on the table.

Exiting Chen Yuanfang, Li Haocheng withdrew the seal of Jade Talisman Qingguang, turned around and walked towards the people behind him.

After making up for the lost literary thoughts and talents of the eighteen unlucky scholars in Beijing, he returned to Gui Nhen Garden.

The luck of those eighteen scholars had already been deflected due to the departure of literary thought and talent.

The unlucky ones even lost most of them.

But as Li Haocheng made up for their losses, the luck that had passed away was regained.

Repression settled.

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At the same time, the joy of regaining something is also a spiritual cleansing for these students.

Although this kind of cleansing may not necessarily produce good results, it does bring about an almost fundamental change in the mentality of these students.

And this change followed the causal connection and the illusory impression left by Li Haocheng, and flowed backward into the white jade unicorn paperweight in Li Haocheng's hand.

The entanglement of these causes and effects did not contaminate the white jade unicorn paperweight.

Instead, it was like sparks thrown into dry firewood, activating the remaining literary thoughts, talents, and the power left by the evil god.

As Li Haocheng opened the defense of Quy Nhon Garden and unlocked the restrictions he had set on the white jade unicorn paperweight, layers of bright light rose up from the white jade unicorn paperweight, turning into circles of halo of enlightenment on the white jade unicorn paperweight.

The paperweight rotates around, creating a pressure inside, squeezing out the ideas and talents in it, and finally creating a little light.

In the bright light, there were several very illusory seal characters floating in the air.

They were so illusory that even Li Haocheng's eyesight could not see them clearly.

He could only vaguely feel the aura of the literary god in them.

People's hearts.

Looking at the white jade unicorn paperweight in his hand that has been completely transformed into a sacred weapon of literary justice, Li Haocheng shook his head and put it away.

He turned to contact Su Shu and asked him to help collect the literary spirit of Xiao Jiuzhou.

Today, Chen Yuan's The performance satisfied him very much, and it was a suitable investment target that could allocate some resources

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