Cheng Shan was talking to the people around him, and the other person was a cloth merchant’s younger brother. They used this occasion to talk about some business problems, but influenced by the atmosphere, Cheng Shan noticed Xu Xuan’s gesture, although he thought he might win, but he still frowned involuntarily.

Why don’t you write? Some ideas wavered.
Xu Xuan paper wrote his own handwriting and stood quietly until a certain moment when the wind blew past. He just came to his senses again and caught a glimpse of Fang Jida’s changed paper before he wrote again.
"I wrote …"
"Finally!"
I have noticed that he said a little.
"It’s so late if you don’t write before …"
"Even if you write it anyway, you will lose."
Tongfang Jida couldn’t wait for the whole body to dance. The difference is that Xu Xuan’s posture is still peaceful. When he is straight, his wrist is gently shaken, and the handwriting on the rice paper falls line by line. Of course, from this posture, the speed is not slow, and his face occasionally shows how much enjoyment expression.
This look and behavior fell into the eyes of everyone who was previously convinced that he would lose, and he felt a little puzzled.
The old man named Mao Qin by Wang Zhi let go of the wine lamp and got up and strolled to Xu Xuan’s side. Xu Xuan’s previous statement of "three realms of life" left a good impression on him. At this time, when he felt that he had something to do after drinking, he came to see what they had written.
His husband, Fang Jida, picked up the pages around him and browsed the front row from the front row. Among the students, there were sharp-eyed teenagers who read the words. as one pleases also knew that it was an excellent article. After reading it for a moment, the blue old man couldn’t help but nod. They knew that their guess was confirmed-Fang Jida wrote another good article.
A group of talents show or admire or admire their expressions, while Zheng Yun and others shake their heads in some indignant ways.
The blue old man put the paper on the page and then walked behind him. Fang Jida’s mouth slightly raised a smile. The old man paced around Xu Xuan and noticed that the font on the topic was slightly unexpected, and then his eyes fell on his body. The unexpected look only solidified his eyes slightly.
"Huh?"
Cheng Shan is the one who pays the most attention to Xu Xuanren. After the blue old man casually looked at Xu Xuan’s article, he suddenly changed his body and straightened up slightly. Everything fell into his eyes.
"Huh?"
Although he frowned slightly, he didn’t know the situation, but he also knew that Xu Xuan’s counterattack finally showed signs.
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Xu Xuan, an old man in blue, stood beside him for a long time. As Xu Xuan began to write, his look became more and more dignified. The sun shone on him. He frowned and Xu Xuan’s face fell into people’s eyes from a fresh contrast, and he felt ancient and strange.
Cheng Shan people around him talked about some things, but he didn’t listen. At this time, he frowned and looked at the scene. Xu Xuan’s face was somewhat indifferent. His eyes already had a very obvious certainty. He frowned and looked at the nearby place. Zheng Yunsheng was talking with his companions over there. It seems that he hasn’t noticed something yet. Then he felt his eyes. The other side tilted his head and rushed him for a little while. Cheng Shan also bowed his eyes with the other side. He asked the people around him gently, "Brother Yun, you just now."
"Oh ~ ~ well, there’s a new cloth recently …"
Later, in the conversation, there were always some thoughts missing. He would pay attention to Taiwan Xu Xuanju from time to time, expecting and worrying that a certain scene would really appear like this. For a moment, the young student called Yun Xian probably noticed that he was absent-minded, so he said a few words and left Cheng Shanchao with a sorry smile.
Wang Zhi, an old man who drinks tea from the ground, usually has few hobbies except reading. Drinking tea is a famous tea in Huizhou Prefecture. This time, some tea merchants have specially contributed some tea such as Qimenhong and Taiping Monkey Kui. The afternoon sun makes people feel a little sleepy. He has a leisurely mentality of drinking tea. At a certain moment, his eyes fell and the blue old man’s back was tall and straight before he felt something strange.
Anyway, he waited for the result of the competition and didn’t have his things around him. Jiang Tongbao, Wu Kefeng and others chatted with Liu Shouyi about some official customs. He didn’t want to interrupt and wanted to think. He got up and walked beside the blue old man with a tea lamp in one hand.
"What’s the matter with Mao Qin? Is it very … er …"
I thought it was Xu Xuan’s good writing that attracted the attention of the old man in blue, so I walked over and asked a sentence casually. Half way through, Xu Xuan’s eyes officially fell on the pages, and there was a kind of writing that I had never seen before. I can see that it was immersed for a long time, but the font attracted his eyes. When he wrote the first line of handwriting, he didn’t change much. Then his eyes were postponed and he suddenly coagulated …
Cheng Shan noticed that Wang Zhi’s lips moved slightly. It seems that the eyes were a little different after reading the paper silently.
There was a slight angle in the sun and the sky, and the sun shone into the high platform, pulling the figures for a long time. Wang Zhi kept holding tea, just like that. At a certain moment, the tea leaked out slightly because of the deflection of the cups and lamps, and then a drop of water fell on the ground. He didn’t notice that at this time, he looked like a blue old man. With the continuous extension of Xu Xuan’s handwriting, the dignified color of his eyebrows became more and more prosperous.
"Huh?"
At a certain moment, there was a rustle of discussion among strangers, and some people noticed it, and then they pointed out a few words to their friends. More and more people noticed something, and then the buzz gradually died down.
In the past, the spacious courtyard was crowded with people, and there was no sound except that the wind occasionally blew the leaves of trees and made some noise. At first, many people thought that Xu Xuan had written something unbearable to read, but they didn’t feel like it when they looked at the two elderly people.
Many people are craning their necks and looking at the high platform. Even if their necks are longer, they can’t see anything. Some people, such as Zheng Yun, frowned slightly. Of course, they still don’t know what happened at this time. But judging from the look of the two old people, that Xu Xuansheng should have written something great, otherwise it wouldn’t be like this. How good is the paper that can make the two scholars show such a look? This ….. How is that possible?
The whole courtyard suddenly became quiet and weird in this atmosphere. Liu Shouyi suddenly felt that his voice was a little abrupt and slightly stunned before he realized how much it was a little weird and quiet. Jiang Tongbao and others also stopped, and then he looked at Wu Kefeng and got up and looked at Wang Zhijun. He was curious in the past.
Wu Kefeng was the first to read what Xu Xuan had written and said a "good word".
But after such a simple compliment, the expression became weird.
At the end of Xu Xuanxing’s paragraph, he glanced at several people around him. The old people all stared at what he had written. When he stopped writing, a certain coherent mood was interrupted. Wu Kefeng slightly urged, "Write!"
Xu Xuan wanted to think for a while, and then started writing again, flowing from the pen to the diarrhea. The old people were relieved to see him go on, and nodded with some satisfaction. Then they looked dignified again after reading the words on the fallen pages.
Fang Jida feels that his thinking has never been clear. Many times, although he has written very good stocks, he has never been like this. This is a wonderful feeling. He has thought about some problems before, and writing some smooth pleasure in this environment makes him slightly excited.
It’s really well written. He meditated on what he thought from the bottom of his heart and then wrote it out. At this time, he was immersed in his own world. All eyes seemed to have failed to solve the problem with him. Then he took up the topic, started talking, started, started, started, started, started, tied, tied … Many times, he did well in some parts, but every part of his eyes reached an unprecedented peak. He knew in his heart that he had broken through again unconsciously, and then the whole spirit trembled slightly with excitement.
After writing the last word, he read it through again, pulled out a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth, and then came to his senses and noticed some strange atmosphere.
Taiwan people to look around a few cases packed with some old people.
"What’s the matter?"
He was slightly confused and confused.
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Fang Jida looked around there, and Xu Xuan still wrote that Fang Jida was not strictly restricted because it was not a formal examination room, but then he noticed that Xu Xuan was surrounded by people before he was surprised.
I have finished writing the original thought, that is, presenting the article in front of me to several great scholars, and then gaining some appreciation, so Xu Xuansheng is no longer looked down upon by him at this time.
I thought so, but what I thought in my mind didn’t happen. He had put an article on and read it twice, but no one still noticed him.
"Cough" He gently coughed for a period of time, which attracted some people’s attention. But after a while, no one came to take care of him. Everyone was around those facial expressions around Xu Xuan. Fang Jida felt that he was eccentric and then aggravated and coughed a few times.
"Cough, cough"
In response, the Wu family came over curiously and asked him if he had a sore throat and needed tea. At first, Fang Jida felt a little embarrassed, but then some neglected anger came up in his heart and he sent the other party away.