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The little clerk took a look at the answer sheet, bowed, and silently moved to the next student.

At this point, there is nothing left to understand.

Everyone looked at Hao Ge'er as if he were a piece of shining gold.

Soon, a lot of people gathered around him.

Several people in the pavilion turned their eyes to Mr. Wenyuan.

No way! Your little disciple is also so good at making pairs!

Mr. Wenyuan just smiled and said nothing.

He glanced at Wang Xin, Feng Ling and others who had been sitting by the pavilion as a background since they entered the pavilion.

He picked up the teacup from the table and took a sip slowly.

Mr. Qingxi felt itchy in his heart as if he was being scratched by an ant. Seeing him still playing around, he snorted.

Humph, this thousand-year-old fox is so lucky!

The little servant boy took Xiao Ge'er around for a while. No one handed in their answers, so they all drank to get by.

Halfway through, the little servant boy who was in charge of adding wine ran out of wine in the jug, so he went back to the pavilion to refill it.

Xiao Ge'er took the hand of her little servant brother and skipped back to the pavilion.

Xiao Geer handed the thin pieces of paper tightly clenched in her little hands to the teacher with both hands as if she were presenting a treasure, with uncontrollable excitement on her little face.

The gentleman couldn't help but touch her little head.

Because he had tuberculosis and was afraid of infecting the disease, he was not very close to his two sons, let alone his grandchildren.

In the past two years, the young disciple and this little girl have been by his side, making up for this shortcoming.

The gentleman wanted to say something to the little girl, but Mr. Qingxi on the other side could not wait any longer.

He couldn't wait to see the pairs he collected today to see if there were any that suited his taste.

He and Mr. Wenyuan have been friends for many years and are not afraid of offending him.

Seeing him talking to the little girl, she pulled a few pieces of paper from his hand and spread them on the table.

He said, "Let's take a look at the pair first..."

He hadn't finished speaking yet, but his mouth remained open for a long time.

The eyeballs were stuck tightly to the top paper and could not be removed.

That is, the answer sheet of number eight.

The neat rows of beautiful hairpin-shaped regular script on it make the whole scroll look particularly pleasing to the eye.

First couplet: Upper couplet: Smoke locks the pond willows,

Second line: Peach blossoms burning on the embankment of Jinjiang River.

Second couplet: First couplet: The three lights of sun, moon and stars,

Second line: Four poems of Feng, Ya and Song.

Third couplet: First couplet: The green water is worry-free at first, but becomes wrinkled because of the wind.

Second line: The green mountains are never old, but turn white because of the snow.

Mr. Qingxi read the whole thing quickly, then went back and read it again carefully.

I couldn't help but applaud: "Great, great, absolutely wonderful!"

He said the word "wonderful" three times in a row, which made the people around him feel itchy.

Professor Sang, who was standing next to him, was a little careless and reached out to get a closer look. However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, Mr. Qingxi slapped it away and put down his other hand to hold down the paper on the desk to prevent him from moving.

Qi Shanchang, who was also squeezed next to them and stretched his neck to watch, burst out laughing.

Xuxu pointed his finger and teased, "Look at you, this is all you can do. You are in your forties and you almost got into a fight over three pairs of cards."

He clapped his hands and smiled at Mr. Wen Yuan who was sitting beside him, "A famous teacher can produce a talented student. After seeing him today, I can see that his reputation is well-deserved. I should congratulate him!"

The teacher was happy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He just smiled and said, "Mr. Qi, you are too kind to me. I don't deserve it. I am just a man of great talent and intelligence. I am also diligent and eager to learn. I am just giving him some guidance."

Mr. Qingxi, who had just finished reading the couplet, could not help rolling his eyes when he heard his old friend's seemingly modest but actually boastful display.

These three couplets are all extremely well-balanced and have profound artistic conception.

In the first painting, the lower couplet not only uses the five elements radicals to match the other, but also uses the gorgeous peach blossoms to light up the bank of Jinjiang River, adding color and brilliance to the quiet pond in the upper couplet, relaxing and expanding freely.

In the second painting, whether it is the words, parts of speech, or meaning, the two are extremely well matched, and can be said to be evenly matched.

The most exquisite is the third couplet, which seems to be describing the scenery, but in fact it is one static and one dynamic, telling the vicissitudes of time.

The second line of the couplet cleverly expresses the ruthlessness of time and the brevity of life with green mountains covered with white snow.

Upon closer inspection, it is truly a masterpiece of nature, without any trace of artificial carving.

It turned out to be the absolute thing that suited his heart the most in recent years.

Mr. Qingxi couldn't help but glance sideways again, looking at the young man who was just over ten years old, about twenty or thirty feet away from the pavilion.

He has handsome features and is very intelligent.

Surrounded by a group of students, he still faced it with a smile, neither hurried nor slow.

It's really a good posture and good manners.

He admitted that he had never envied anyone before.

But after seeing this young man, he envied him more than once.

I envy my old friend for having such an outstanding disciple!

At this moment, outside the pavilion.

Ever since the correct pairs were taken away, all the students have developed a strong interest in the only young boy who was not punished to drink.

Even Qi Yan, who was usually too lazy to talk to people, took the initiative to ask, "Are you number eight?"

There was a sense of affirmation in the inquiry, which meant to confirm it personally in the end.

Hao Geer smiled and held the book: "You are polite, brother. I am number eight Wang Mingde."

Before Qi Yan had time to return the greeting, he saw an arm reaching out from the side and arbitrarily placing it on the shoulder of the young boy in front of him.

When Hao Ge turned around, he saw a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

The young man was already smiling, and when he saw him looking at him, his smile became even wider.

He said casually, "Nice to meet you. I'm Qi Yuanyu from the prefectural school, number twelve."

He pointed at the overly pale young man who had just spoken and said with a curled lip, "Look, he's my mortal enemy Qi Yan, number one, from Zhixing Academy."

Hao Ge'er greeted Qi Yuanyu and Qi Yan respectively.

Qi Yuanyu couldn't wait to put his arm around Hao Ge'er's shoulders and said without any hesitation, "Tell us quickly, what did you get right in the three pairs?"

He pointed to the pavilion and explained, "I'm very curious and can't wait to find out the second line from there."

After a pause, he sighed again: "Brother, you have made a big splash in Xuzhou."

Haoge shrugged and didn't care.

He was tired of hearing such words.

Whether in Changshou County or in the capital, now when Wang Mingde is mentioned, there is no scholar who does not know him.

However, due to poor transportation, his reputation has not yet spread to other states.

Just as Hao opened his mouth to speak, he saw the little servant boy taking a few pieces of paper and walking out of the pavilion.

The rankings were announced, and there was no doubt that number eight was still first, number twelve was second, and number one was third.

Before the little servant boy could reach the desk of the scholars, many people had already gathered around him, all eager to reach out to see the second couplet.

He pushed away Xiao Ge'er who was following him.

Haoge'er's smiling face suddenly changed color.

Without having time to explain anything, he turned around and rushed towards the crowded area.

Xiao Ge'er was walking with her partner, the little servant, with a smile on her face and bright eyes, but now she was suddenly squeezed out of the crowd.

The impact was so strong that Xiao Ge was pushed back three steps, staggered, and almost fell.

At the critical moment, a hand grabbed the collar and saved his butt from being broken into eight pieces.

Xiao Ge'er turned her head in shock and saw the concern that could not be concealed in Hao Ge'er's eyes.

Xiaoge'er's heart calmed down immediately.

She patted her chest with her little hands and said, "It's okay, it's okay, my brother is here."

Otherwise your butt will hurt and you will look embarrassed.