Chapter 529

This scene, of course, is very shocking!

Even give a sense of scalp numbness!

The whole hall is full of people, facing a young man, to be a teacher!

Even the officials present were struck by lightning. It's hard to see them in their official career!

It's very sad!

Wang Kang's words of encouragement were not only obviously reckless to all and this person, but also impatient to all the people present.

But Wang Kang said, "well, since you said that I'm biased in writing a question and I didn't find your son good at it, I'll write a question now and let your son improvise poetry. If he makes it perfectly,"

"I'll make the decision and give your son a place. How about that?"

Smell speech, square father immediately eyes shine, excited asked: "you talk but keep your word?"

Wang Kang light way: "I am the chief officer of the scientific research, naturally count!"

"I'm afraid it's not right," Yan Liqun said, "the quota has been set, and then we'll add..."

Wang Kang then said: "don't worry, and continue to read on."

Fang Zhongyong '

Father Fang asked, "OK, what's your problem?"

Wang Kang looked around, and then said, "today's qionglin banquet will be held. How about you write a poem about it?"

Hearing the speech, all the people are stagnant. This problem is not difficult. Most of the people present can make it at will.

Fang's father also understood this and said to Fang Zhongyong, "do you hear me? Write a poem with qionglin banquet. As long as you do well, you are the Jinshi, and we can leave Jinxi and return to Fang's home! "

"Do it well, or I'll break your leg!"

Fang Zhongyong nodded submissively, and Wang Kang squatted down and said, "don't be nervous, just say it directly."

Fang Zhongyong looked at his father and Wang Kang, and then he said, "Fengzhao Xintan in..."

He just said a few words, but he couldn't do it any more.

Fang's father immediately scolded, "hurry up and write such a simple poem. Why can't you write it, you finished son!"

"I I can't do it Fang Zhongyong is about to cry.

"Pa!"

Fang's father directly slapped Fang Zhongyong on the head, "what do you want me to say about you, your aura, your eloquence?"

"Enough!"

At the same time, Wang Kang drank directly. He stared at Fang Fu and asked coldly, "don't you understand? It's not his problem that he can't write poems, it's your father's problem... "