When Qin Chuan stepped forward, the exam had already begun.
He was eight feet tall, with a body like a pine tree, eyebrows like swords, eyes like bright stars, red lips and white teeth, and a dignified appearance.
Du Ruhui's eyes lit up as he sized up Qin Chuan's appearance. However, he frowned." You're Qin Chuan?”
His body and appearance were handsome, but he was a rare elegant young master.
The accent sounded right. It was the accent of a native of Jingzhao.
The Ministry of Official Personnel Selection was called an examination, but it was not just an examination. It was also another kind of verification of the candidates for the middle school examination.
By comparing the examinees 'accents with their hometowns, by comparing the examinees' handwriting with their handwriting, and by comparing the examinees 'writing skills with their official documents,
From there, they could further determine if the examinee was a substitute, if he was impersonating, and if he was cheating.
Although his accent sounded right, Du Ruhui found it hard to believe that the Qin Chuan in front of him was the candidate who had passed the National High School Entrance Examination.
Too young!
He found it hard to believe that at such a young age, the other party could write with such sophisticated brush and ink, such beautiful handwriting, and such extraordinary talent in both literature and martial arts.
And all of this required time to accumulate.
"I am a student."
Qin Chuan replied courteously, neither servile nor overbearing.
"Qin Chuan, you are the top scholar. Today's selection examination will start with you. Come, bring the Four Treasures of the Study."
Without waiting for Qin Chuan to react, Du Ruhui had already spoken.
Immediately after, a table, brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were placed in front of Qin Chuan.
Although Qin Chuan was surprised by the sudden decision, he wasn't worried at all.
He walked away from the table with his usual expression and bowed to Du Ruhui." Minister Du, please come up with a question."”
This child's temperament was not ordinary, he was calm and leisurely strolling in the courtyard.
Du Ruhui nodded to himself. He stood up, stroking his beard as he paced back and forth. He then looked at Qin Chuan and said,
"The Buddhist Sect gathered people to stir up trouble. They have evil intentions and poisoned the people. They violated the cardinal guides and were disloyal and unfilial. They brought disaster to the country and the people. Now that His Majesty has destroyed the Buddhist Sect, why don't you write a memorial with the topic of destroying the temple and destroying the Buddha?”
"Here."
Qin Chuan cupped his hands and returned to the table. He opened the inkstone and took out an ink ingot to slowly grind it.
After grinding the ink, he spread out the paper and pressed the paperweight on the paper. He took out a brush and pointed it at the inkstone before writing.
Flowing water flowed like flowing water, as Qin Chuan's brush moved, the vigorous and powerful words instantly danced on the paper.
While Qin Chuan was writing, Du Ruhui slowly walked over.
Du Ruhui couldn't help but smile and stroke his beard when he saw the strong, meticulous, and very rigorous handwriting. He nodded.
This was clearly Qin Chuan's handwriting.
Qin Chuan's handwriting was unique, with an obvious and unique style. The structure was rigorous and the bones were strong.
The horizontal painting is square and round, with clear beginning and end. The short horizontal painting is thick and powerful, and the long horizontal painting is particularly thin and long, each with its own spirit.
The vertical painting was powerful, concise and solid, the strokes were sharp and decisive, and the strokes were heavy and short, clean and neat.
The handwriting was restrained and expanded outwards, the middle palace was tightened, and the limbs were spread out. In the strictness, there was a loose and open style. Such handwriting was indeed beautiful and had the ability to form its own style.
After appreciating Qin Chuan's handwriting, Du Ruhui shifted his attention to Qin Chuan's writing.
"People heard that before the three generations, there was no mention of Buddhism. After the Han and Wei Dynasties, the Elephant Religion gradually flourished. Therefore, in the last years of the Han Dynasty, this strange custom was passed down, and it spread more and more due to the influence of the custom. As a result, the country's customs were gradually lost. Tempting the hearts of the people, and making them more confused."
In the Tang Dynasty, parallel prose was used as official documents.
Parallel prose originated from the Han and Wei Dynasties. It was mainly composed of even sentences, paying attention to the harmony of sound and rhythm, the beauty of words, the antithesis of vocabulary and the use of allusions.
Since the Tang Dynasty, parallel prose was composed of four characters and six characters, also known as four-six style, or four-six parallel prose.
Wang Bo's Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng was a classic representative of parallel prose.
Seeing the standard words on the paper, Du Ruhui nodded and a gentle smile appeared on his face.
After writing a paragraph, Qin Chuan dipped his brush into the inkstone. When he saw a human figure standing by the table, he couldn't help but look up.
Du Ruhui smiled." Continue writing. Don't worry about me."”
Qin Chuan didn't mind. He dipped the brush in ink and continued to write freely.
"In the Nine Prefectures, in the two capitals, the number of monks has increased, and the number of Buddhist temples has increased. To waste manpower on civil engineering, to rob others of precious treasures, to leave a prince to be a teacher, to violate his spouse's precepts, to break the law and harm others, there is no way beyond this."
The unrestrained words carried Qin Chuan's hatred for Buddhism, and it was written in a carefree and unrestrained manner.
The majestic and majestic words were like the river flowing east, crashing against the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow waves, surging into the sea, and it was difficult to return.
Du Ruhui, who was behind him, was even more shocked. It was as if there were really thousands of raging waves in front of him, each wave higher than the last.
Qin Chuan's words had given him a huge shock!
As a memorial, because it was an official document, and it was an official document for the emperor to see, the words had to be concise and repeatedly deliberated.
However, when Qin Chuan wrote, other than the time he spent grinding the ink, he never stopped writing and thought for even a second. It could be said that he did not think at all.
However, after reading the entire article, not only was the writing very standard, but the words were also very concise and old.
He could not believe his eyes!
What he saw was not a teenager, but an important official of the Hall of Governmental Affairs who had been writing in the palace for decades and whose attainments in official documents had reached the point of perfection!
In the heart, there is a beautiful brocade, and the pen is full of dragons and snakes.
A piece of parallel prose, written by Qin Chuan with ease, was completed in one go.
"Phew!"
Qin Chuan placed the brush on the pillow and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. He took the paperweight away and picked up the paper from the opposite direction. He blew lightly on it a few times.
Then, he lowered his body slightly and handed the paper to Du Ruhui with both hands.
"This is the memorial written by a student. Minister Du, please judge.”
This child knew how to be polite!
Seeing this, Liu Linfu couldn't help but smile, and his opinion of Qin Chuan increased.
He picked up the paper from the opposite direction. The words were upside down on his side, but to the person standing opposite him, the words were straight.
After the person standing opposite received the paper, he could read it directly without changing the direction.
No matter how the memorial was written, this child's virtue and character were unquestionable.
However, what happened next caused the smile on Liu Linfu's face to freeze.
His eyes bulged!
Du Ruhui received the memorial but didn't read it again. The shock in his eyes turned into a disappointed smile. He cupped his hands and bowed slightly to Qin Chuan, sighing in admiration.
"I have no right to judge this memorial.”
"I, Du Ruhui, am ashamed of my inferiority!"
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