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Chapter 977 The filter is too heavy, he just thinks it’s good
All the successful candidates were delighted.
You have to know that they have just successfully made it to the top, and they are in high spirits and full of energy, and they have a lot of pride in their hearts that they want to express.
Moreover, singing is a way of expressing one's aspirations. Through poetry, one can express one's feelings and ambitions and show one's determination. This is also the best opportunity to show one's loyalty to the emperor and the court.
The bustling scene suddenly became quiet.
Shao Yunduan also recited silently in his mind, and soon composed a poem in accordance with the rules.
As usual, the poems and lyrics of other people were collected one by one by the young eunuchs and given to the talented old scholars in the Hanlin Academy for review. Then seven or eight excellent works were selected, copied several times, and presented to the emperor, important ministers, and everyone present for them to appreciate together.
The masterpieces of the top three candidates were presented to the emperor immediately after they were finished, and they themselves stepped forward and knelt down to present the work.
This qualification to show off in public made the other Jinshi extremely envious, and they all cast envious or jealous glances at the three people.
Shao Yunduan was not only the top scholar, but also the youngest and most handsome. Most importantly, the incident between him and the eldest daughter of the Tian family was so sensational that, without exception, he attracted the most attention.
It is also the most complicated.
In addition to envy and jealousy, there is also gloating, ridicule, and waiting to watch the fun.
Shao Yunduan didn't care at all. After finishing his work, he put down his pen and waited quietly for the call.
When the time limit was up, the Imperial Household Department gave a call, and Shao Yunduan, the second and third place winners all stood up from their seats, holding their works in their hands, and knelt respectfully. They held their poems high above their heads with both hands, and respectfully asked the emperor to review and comment on them.
Emperor Xuan of Qi took the top three masterpieces presented to him by the little eunuch, and naturally took a few more glances at his top three winners.
Compared with the second and third place winners, the top scholar looked particularly handsome and elegant. Thinking about the beautiful articles he had written and how he was still so young and could serve the country and the court for many years, Emperor Xuan of Qi was even more satisfied.
Thinking about his resume, he was born in a farming family and worked his way up from a small village. It was not easy. It also shows how smart and hardworking he is.
Emperor Xuan of Qi was even more satisfied, and the look he gave Shao Yunduan became much gentler with a smile.
All the other court officials and scholars who were also paying close attention to Shao Yunduan saw this scene and felt even more complicated.
Those who are envious are even more envious, and those who are gloating wish that he would be punished by Mr. Tian immediately.
At this moment, Lord Tian sat there with a stern face and a straight back. He looked at Shao Yunduan coldly with an expressionless face, and he was filled with hatred in his heart.
Although he appeared calm and composed on the surface, he was actually feeling very uneasy and embarrassed on the inside.
The more kind and gentle Emperor Xuan of Qi was to Shao Yunduan and the more satisfied he looked, the more of a joke their Tian family and his daughter became!
With this filter, Emperor Xuan of Qi said "Good!" as soon as he saw Shao Yunduan's work. He nodded repeatedly with satisfaction and laughed, "As expected of the number one scholar I have chosen. He is truly talented! Come on, come on, take a look!"
In fact, Emperor Xuan of Qi himself was not very knowledgeable about poetry. He was an amateur. He could tell whether it was ordinary or excellent, but he could not tell whether it was mediocre or good.
The filter is too heavy, he just thinks it’s good!
(End of this chapter)