After the answer began, Wu Shangshu slowly turned around among the candidates.
He is also a person who has experienced the temple test, and understands their feelings of suffering from gains and losses at the moment.
At this time, everything can only be done on their own.
However, when he saw a few originally excellent jinshi playing abnormally, he was inevitably a little embarrassed.
He slowed his steps, and walked on the bright bricks of the main hall with soft-soled official boots, and he couldn't hear any sound.
In the field, only the rustle of writing with a brush and the breathing of many candidates could be heard.
When he returned to the first row, his gaze swept over Quan Moxian again.
Seeing that he was still in the same state as he was at the beginning, I couldn't help but feel anxious for him in my heart, and I was a little disappointed.
What the hell is this young man doing?
I thought he was a young man, but he didn't write for a long time.
Could it be that he was stupid and scared?
At the moment, even the Jinshi who ranked low began to answer the questions, but there was not even a single ink spot on the rice paper in front of him.
After another half an hour, Quan Moxian slowly opened his eyes.
His demeanor remains the same, but he exudes confidence.
I saw him take out the top sheet from the stack of rice paper, spread it flat on several cases, and press it with a paperweight.
Then add the prepared water to the inkstone, and grind it slowly with the ink strip in hand.
Every movement of his has its own rhythmic beauty and rhythm, not hurried or slow.
Compared with the candidates around him, he has a calm and complacent look, exuding a confident look.
Wu Shangshu originally had his back to him, but suddenly as if he had a sense, he turned around, and he was so attracted by him that he couldn't take his eyes off it.
Emperor Qinglong sat on the dragon chair, and although there were a hundred jinshi, they couldn't escape his eyes.
Quan Moxian's different movement caused him to look at the past, and secretly praised it in his heart.
He has seen the life stories of the top ten Jinshi in detail.
At this time, information about him naturally surfaced in his mind, this young man who had just reached the crown had a rough background and was oppressed by his clansmen, but he was still able to break out of Tangzhou and find his own way.
Such an assertive and purposeful person is exactly what he needs.
There is no problem with his personality and character, it depends on this policy, what kind of answer he can hand in.
After pondering for a moment, Emperor Qinglong was slightly surprised when he set his eyes on Quan Moxian again.
I just saw him lay out the rice paper, and now he has finished answering a full one and putting it in his hand, and the second one is also half answered.
Emperor Qinglong followed the first emperor to get the world from the horse, and when the previous dynasty was in turmoil at the end of the year, all families were planning, and the Wei family, who was the Taishou of Jinyang, was naturally no exception.
From top to bottom, all of them have good kung fu, and Emperor Qinglong, as the eldest son of the Wei family, is even more outstanding.
Practicing martial arts since childhood, his eyesight and hearing are far stronger than ordinary people.
The Jinshi who answered the question were the most, and although the distance was far away, he had an unobstructed view.
At this time, I focused my eyes on the paper that Quan Moxian answered, and the work was neat and clean, and there was not even a single extra ink spot.
The first-hand pavilion is as beautiful as it is printed in the library, beautiful and gorgeous, elegant and round.
Obviously, when Fang Cai Quan Moxian was meditating behind closed doors, he had already typed all the drafts, and he could only do it overnight at this time.
He replied very quickly, and in a matter of moments, he had already finished writing the second piece of paper.
Straighten the third piece of paper and continue to write.
At this moment, the answers in my mind poured out from under the tip of the pen, and I was extremely smooth.
However, Emperor Qinglong noticed that due to the speed of his answer, the ink in the inkstone was rapidly consuming.
At this time, there was only half of it left, and it was only enough for him to finish this one.
Emperor Qinglong turned his head slightly and gestured with his eyes.
Wu Guangqi comprehended, handed the dust in his hand to the little eunuch on the side, and he carried his robe down the steps, walked to Quan Moxian's desk, and sharpened the ink for him with an ink strip in his hand.
He was a confidant eunuch who was deeply trusted by Emperor Qinglong, and he had been by his side since he was in the palace, and he grew up with the emperor.
In the palace, he led the great eunuch's concubine, but he did not have a real job and only concentrated on serving the emperor, but he was more important than any chamberlain.
A person with such an identity actually grinds ink for a mere jinshi?
Even if it is Huiyuan, it is not enough to enjoy such treatment.
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Wu Guangqi's footsteps were silent, but they brushed the hearts of the officials present.
It seems that we have to re-evaluate the weight of Quan Moxian in the emperor's heart.
A Jinshi, who was answering with a sad face, accidentally looked up and found this scene, and his surprised mouth was enough to put down a whole duck egg.
He is a son of a family, and before he arrived in Beijing, he was familiar with the people around the emperor.
Of course, he knew who Wu Guangqi was and what kind of weight he had by Emperor Qinglong's side.
Others noticed that this place was unusual, and the air in the field seemed to be disturbed by the sound of their startled breathing.
But Quan Moxian, who was at the center of this storm, was unaware, and his whole mind was already on the piece of paper in front of him.
His inky black eyes shone brightly, his expression was motionless, and he sat upright.
Only the pen in his right hand, like a clockwork puppet, brushes and writes from right to left and from top to bottom.
This kind of speed made Wu Shangshu secretly think in his heart, even if he couldn't catch up when he was young.
It turned out that when he closed his eyes and pondered, he had already done the whole thing in his heart.
In this way, we can do the same as now, and write like a god.
This son's memory is also excellent.
Even if you have typed the draft, you can answer it smoothly at this time, without changing a word or adding a sentence, which is amazing!
Kwon Mo-sin had finished immersing himself in his own rhythm at this time.
After writing each sheet, I immediately put it at hand, took a new piece of rice paper, carefully laid it out, and continued to answer.
His speed was so fast that the last ink had only dried a little.
In order to prevent the ink from contaminating each other, Wu Guang instructed the little eunuch to come forward and spread out the papers he had written one by one in order.
If you can't put it on a few cases, you will put it on the bright brick floor on the side.
I had not encountered this situation during the temple examination, and I did not prepare extra paperweights.
However, the most important thing in the palace is people, and the little eunuch holds down the rice paper that has been answered with his hand, and then puts it away one by one when the ink is dry.
If you look down from mid-air, you will find a strange sight.
The examination room in the Xuanzheng Hall is neatly arranged in ten rows and ten columns, and behind each case, there is a Jinshi who answers the questions.
But in the first row of seats, it stands out at the moment.
Originally, there were a few people and a few, but there were more Wu Guangqi standing in front of him on the right side grinding, and there were several little eunuchs busy in the open space on the left.
Some hold down the paper to dry the ink, some are busy sorting, and some carefully put away the paper.
As the answer came to an end, Quan Moxian's gaze gradually became fanatical, and the burning light in his eyes seemed to be able to ignite a fire.
Corresponding to this is his absolutely calm posture.
His back is as straight as a pine bamboo, and his elbows and pen movements are as precise as if he had been measured with a ruler, without the slightest superfluity, without expending a little energy.