Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Mo Li's small hands were delicate and tender, but Zheng Qian was not fortunate enough to enjoy them.

He's been staying in the library these past few days. In fact, many assassins have come to kill him at night, but they haven't been able to get to the fourth floor.

Old Man Fan was a figure of the level of a sweeping monk. Anyone who tried to sneak into the library at night was knocked unconscious by him with a single palm strike and thrown out of the academy.

These assassins included not only the guardians sent by Ye Tianjue, but also assassins sent by Crown Prince Lu Yan and Second Prince Lu Cilin.

They all wanted to send someone to capture Zheng Qian, kill him with their own hands, and seize the fortune.

As for whether there are other forces, Zheng Qian didn't know.

Feng Wuhen came to see him and told him about the underground black market in Guangxi, offering a price of 30,000 taels of gold to capture him.

The conditions for redemption are flexible.

Upon receiving news from Feng Wuhen, Zheng Qian, not wanting to be disturbed, moved directly into the library.

Feng Wuhen told him that Old Man Fan was someone even the Emperor found troublesome.

The group arrived outside the examination hall, and each person received a number from the examiner, which was their examination room number.

Zheng Qian had 1225 in his hand, Mo Li had 1226 in front of him, and the others had consecutive numbers because they were together.

Upon entering the examination hall, they were stunned by the scene before them.

Along both sides of the palace passageway, rows of temporary wooden houses are neatly arranged, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Each room is numbered, starting from number 1 and extending inwards. Each room is two meters long. Students sleep in the examination room at night, and their sleeping place is their examination room.

“Each person is in a separate examination room. This year, there are 8,352 candidates, spread across 136 passageways in the eastern part of the palace. Isn’t that amazing?”

Mo Li pointed to these examination rooms with great pride.

This examination room was proposed and built by her father, Mo Yuan. Unlike the previous examination rooms where twenty candidates shared one room, now each candidate has their own room.

They don't interfere with each other, and there's no way to cheat.

Zheng Qian nodded: "It was indeed very impressive, the scene was grand."

It took them almost ten minutes to find their exam room.

Fan Tielan was to Zheng Qian's left, Mo Li was opposite him, and Tian Jie was to his right, so he was essentially surrounded by the three women.

Li Mubai was very excited because Tian Jie was right across from him. He could see his fiancée whenever he looked up during the exam, which made him very happy.

Clang... Clang... Clang...

Three bronze bells rang throughout the examination hall, and 30,000 soldiers, clad in armor and wielding sharp spears, stood at both ends of the hall, ready to respond to any unexpected situations.

Outside, there are 50,000 soldiers on standby at any time. Not even a mosquito could fly into the examination room, let alone an assassin.

Da da da……

The sound of horses' hooves rang out as horse-drawn carriages shuttled through the passageway in the middle of the examination hall. Boxes of exam papers were unloaded by soldiers, and after being inspected by the examiners in charge of each passageway, the seals were broken and the papers were distributed to the candidates.

Clang... Clang... Clang...

Three more chimes of the bronze bell signaled the official start of the exam.

Zheng Qian took the exam paper from the examiner and opened it on the desk.

A two-meter-long test paper was unfurled, its ink fragrance filling the air. Upon seeing the seven large characters on the first page of the test paper, Zheng Qian instantly beamed with joy.

Poetry, lyrics, and songs celebrate the heavens and earth.

The first subject tests the ability to write poems, lyrics, and essays.

The first question is about the importance of food for the people. Write a poem based on the pictures. There are two pictures; write two poems for each.

The first picture shows an old farmer working in the field. The sun is high in the sky, and the farmer's sweat is dripping onto the ground, showing how hard he is working.

The second picture is a long picture: In spring, an old farmer plants grain seeds, and in autumn, the harvest is plentiful. However, the old farmer hands over all the harvest to the landlord, and has no food to eat. He becomes skin and bones and eventually starves to death.

These two pictures are of great significance.

Whether it's the Guangxiang Kingdom or other countries, candidates who obtain official rank must become officials. Therefore, the first question tests the availability of grain and the suffering of the people. This is to remind the candidates not to forget their original aspirations and to serve the people after obtaining official rank.

Looking at the questions that follow, there are a total of thirty questions, all of which are about writing poems and lyrics.

It's simple, too simple.

Zheng Qian had to fight his way out from tens of thousands of people to become a civil servant in a secret unit in the capital. He could recite Tang and Song poems by heart, and writing hundreds of them was child's play.

He poured water, ground ink, and with a few light strokes of the brush, Zheng Qian began answering the questions.

Upon seeing the first painting in the first question, Zheng Qian immediately wrote the following on the screen.

"Sympathy for the Peasants"

When the hoe was on the day of the day, Khan dripped down the soil.

Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard-earned.

The second picture corresponds to planting in spring, harvesting in autumn, handing over grain, and ultimately starving to death.

Without a second thought, Zheng Qian arranged for the second poem, "Sympathy for the Peasants."

"Sympathy for the Peasants"

Plant a millet in spring and harvest ten thousand in autumn.

There is no land in the world, and the farmer still starves to death.

The two poems of "Sympathy for the Peasants" correspond perfectly to the two pictures.

Gently blow on the paper to help the ink dry faster, making it easier to answer the questions later.

When Mo Li received the exam paper and opened it, the first thing she saw was the handwriting.

The title is written in a vigorous and powerful style, indicating that it was copied by a master calligrapher.

The chief examiner who set and reviewed the exam questions was none other than Mo Li's father, Scholar Mo Yuan.

A month ago, Mo Yuan left home and formed a literary team of 300 people with fifty countries. They were isolated in a certain place in the palace to set questions, and the 300 people who set the questions copied the questions. Finally, the 300 people who set the questions reviewed the questions and gave scores, and then the results were announced by all 300 people.

From the moment the three hundred people gathered, they were not allowed to have contact with outsiders. They ate, drank, and lived together. They had to report to the authorities before going to the toilet and always traveled in groups of at least three to ensure that the test questions would not be leaked.

After reading the question, Mo Li's confidence soared; poetry and prose were her forte.

Looking up, he saw Zheng Qian across from him finish grinding the ink. Without even thinking, he began to answer, a smile playing on his lips.

Zheng Qian sat opposite him, feeling comfortable.

Grind the ink and answer the questions.

The first song, "Working Under the Scorching Sun"

Under the blazing sun, the old farmer was drenched in sweat.

Hoes turn over fertile soil, and hard work nourishes the fields.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Li began writing the second poem.

The Elegy of the Four Seasons

Planting in March brings forth spring life, and harvesting in September yields abundant fruit.

Farmers gathered in front of the landlord's gate, their clothes soaked with tears.

Winter arrives with howling winds, and hunger rumbles like thunder.

He stood there, emaciated, his life ending as he returned to the Yellow Springs.

Li Mubai and Tian Jie exchanged glances across the distance, smiled sweetly, and began to answer.

They lived in elite circles, where poetry and prose were essential skills, so writing poetry was never a challenge for them.

Fan Tiexue looked confident upon seeing the question and began analyzing the image.

Although the old farmer worked hard, there was joy in his eyes for the green rice.

Recalling that the Guangxiang Kingdom revered martial prowess but rarely praised its people, he immediately began to write.

Farmer Hero

The mountains and rivers remain silent, yet they know the hardships of farmers; the gnarled roots of old trees bear witness to the passing years.

With iron hands turning the soil, his heart is as hard as iron; with tenderness hidden in his brows, he is as gentle as water.

People all say that martial arts are the most respected, but who understands that farming can also make one a hero?

Though the sword's gleam is sharp, it is not my intention; my heart is set on the countryside, and that is my true nature.

Fan Tielan bit her brush, her brows furrowed, wishing she could pick up a sledgehammer and fight the enemy.

Writing poetry and prose was her weakness.

It's so painful, what should I do?

Turning to look at Zheng Qian through the curtain, he picked up his pen without pausing, and in such a short time, he had already written three pages.

You rude man, I'm waiting for you to come in last place.