Yuan Tiangang was very confused.
Since ancient times, the Big Dipper has been in charge of killing and cutting, and should be a general star. Why did it suddenly become Wenquxing?
This was not divine!
Don't panic!
Stabilize!
I must find a reason to explain myself.
Hmm, hmm…
Yuan Tiangang started to think quickly in his mind.
In an instant, he thought of something.
Yuan Tiangang held the memorial in his hand and bowed to Li Shimin,"Your Majesty, the Big Dipper is indeed in charge of killing and is known as the General Star. "However, its sudden shift might be a sign of Martial Arts Transformation Literature, or perhaps…"
Yuan Tiangang paused for a moment before he stood up with a wise and confident gaze.
In the next moment.
A loud voice swept through the entire palace.
"Your Majesty, although this constellation is unprecedented, according to my many years of experience, the Big Dipper turns the text, but the martial star does not fall. This is the constellation of the all-rounder."”
What was that? An all-rounder?
Li Shi Min was shocked and stood up abruptly.
"Yes, Your Majesty. It was the 'all-rounder' and the person corresponding to the constellation had already appeared. He was the child in this memorial-Chen An!”
Yuan Tiangang's voice once again swept through the entire palace like a hurricane. It carried a resolute tone.
The chamberlains were shocked.
Li Shimin was excited.
This was an era where science had yet to be invented and people believed in ghosts and gods.
Usually, if there were any natural disasters or earthquakes, the emperor would have to issue a "self-reproach edict".
Therefore, Li Shimin was really excited when he heard such "good luck".
"Good, very good! Men, give Yuan Aiqing a bolt of brocade and a hundred taels of gold!”
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
With a full "reward", Yuan Tiangang happily left the palace and went home.
Time flew by.
Not long after, it was dawn.
Today was the day of the court assembly, and all the civil and military officials were gathered in Taiji Palace.
"Court!"
With the shouts of the eunuchs, the emperor arrived at the main hall and ascended the dragon throne.
The ministers bowed their heads.
"Long live my emperor!”
"Beloved minister, rise!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
After the greetings, the officials returned to their seats and sat down cross-legged (since the Northern Song Dynasty, they only held meetings standing up).
"Dear ministers, last night, an urgent report came from Jingzhou.”
The moment these words came out, all the officials were shocked and panicked.
Could it be that Jingzhou had rebelled?
"Don't panic, dear minister. It's not a rebellion, but a good thing, a good thing.”Li Shiming smiled and looked extremely happy.
Seeing this scene, the ministers were relieved.
"May I ask, Your Majesty, what good news is it?”
"Beloved minister, a few days ago was the day of the imperial examinations. Under the rule of Jing State, there was a Jiangling County. A peerless prodigy appeared in the county. He was about seven years old when he was a child. Under the joint guarantee of the Jiangling County Magistrate and the county officials, he participated in the county's examination and won the first place.”
What was that?
A seven-year-old child took the imperial examination and passed it?
"No, I can't! This is impossible!"
"Your Majesty, this is the Great Tang Conference. All the civil and military officials are present.”
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The ministers began to clamor.
Amidst the shouts of disbelief, an imperial censor suddenly stood up and walked to the center of the hall.
Seeing this person come out, Li Shi Min instantly felt his head swell.
"Your humble servant Wei Zheng advised: As a ruler, you should read more history books and less unofficial history books. You can't believe one person's words.”
What he meant was,"
Tian Zi, don't read so many mountain novels. Don't believe everything."
Li Shimin almost died of anger when he heard the advice.
However, before he could explain, another important minister stood up.
"Secretary of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Fang Xuangling, reports to Your Majesty: He believed that the ministers 'memorials could be trusted, but not all of them. How could a seven-year-old child pass the imperial examination? This is unprecedented!"
"Your Majesty, if you listen to both sides, you will be wise.”
"That's right. A word from the Son of Heaven has a huge impact. Please think twice."
Du Ruhui stood out.
Li Jing stood up.
Even Tian Zi's brother-in-law: Zhangsun Wuji also stood out, all of them remonstrating with the emperor.
To be honest.
A seven-year-old child taking the imperial examination was indeed a good thing for the Great Tang.
After all, there had never been such a thing in the 3,000 years of Chinese history.
But…
you have to convince the world!
Who would believe that a seven-year-old child passed the imperial examination? More people would suspect the case of cheating in the examination hall.
"Your Majesty!"
Wei Zheng opened his mouth again and said mercilessly,"I know that there are many criticisms in the world, so Your Majesty needs auspicious signs. However, he couldn't use such a bizarre thing to fool the world.”
"How about this? After the court, I ordered people to find an ancient test and carve the words 'Zhenguan should be prosperous.' Then, he buried it somewhere in Chang 'an and asked someone to dig it out' accidentally'.”
"Look, isn't there an auspicious sign?”
Taunt!
It was full of mockery!
Hearing Wei Zheng's words, Li Shiming was so angry that he trembled. He wanted to kill Wei Zheng himself.
However, such thoughts could only be imagined.
"Minister Wei, I know you don't believe me. The memorial from the Jingzhou governor is here. Take it and take a look! Humph!"
Li Shimin was furious and threw the memorial to the chamberlain.
The chamberlain hurriedly caught it and ran down the dragon stairs, handing the memorial to the arrogant "Censor Wei".
"Humph!"
Wei Zheng also snorted coldly. He took the memorial and took a look.
In the next moment.
"No, this is impossible!"
Wei Zheng exclaimed in shock.
Hearing this exclamation, Zhangsun Wuji, Du Ruhui, and Fang Xuanling hurriedly ran over.
The three of them surrounded the memorial and read it.
In the next moment.
"No, I can't! This is impossible!"
"This calligraphy has already reached the great success stage. It was actually written by a child?”
"Heavens, this poem…this poem…this poem is amazing!”
The three ministers exclaimed.
Cries of shock resounded throughout the entire hall, and everyone's faces were filled with disbelief.
Like a drop of boiling oil falling into cold water, the entire hall boiled.
"Let me see, let me see!”
"Brother Fang, let me see!"
"There's still me, there's still me!"
"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, one by one! F ** k, who squeezed me? Do you believe that I will kill you with my three axes?"
All the civil and military officials, regardless of age or rank, rushed into the hall.
Everyone was scrambling to watch and fight for the memorial.
"Stop squeezing! Stop snatching! You guys are fighting over the exam papers!"
"I'll read it, let me read it!”
"Silence! Silence!"
Zhangsun Wuji suddenly roared, his voice shaking the entire hall.
The ministers finally quieted down.
"Yes, Brother Zhangsun, read it!"
"Quickly read it out, or else the three axes won't recognize you!”
Zhangsun Wuji glared fiercely at Chen Yaojin and then began to recite.
"Chen An. Zhenguan three years of poetry and Fu examination paper. "Compassion for Peasants": Hoeing crops at noon, sweat dripping down the soil. Who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard work.”
As Zhangsun Wuji's voice fell, the entire hall fell silent.
Dumbfounded!
All the officials were dumbfounded.
Even the generals in the army and the boorish Cheng Yaojin were shocked by this poem.
This poem used the simplest and most straightforward words to describe the farmer and his farming.
Everyone knew and understood.
What was a famous poem?
This was it!
What was a classic?
This was it!
At this moment, even Cheng Yaojin knew: This poem would definitely be passed down through the ages…
and what was even more terrifying was that
the person who wrote this "famous poem" was actually a child, a seven-year-old child!
Genius!
No, that wasn't right. The word 'genius' could no longer describe him.
This child had already surpassed the world in the path of poetry and had reached the realm of a "Poet Saint".
Shocking talent!
Unparalleled!
Honorable, admirable, terrifying, inconceivable
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