The Prodigal Son of the Empire

"It's you, it's all you!"

Fang's father accused him repeatedly, and only then did people understand that this was the case.

Just because the exam questions didn't match what his son was good at, he came to question...

"You said this is really ridiculous to the extreme, and the candidates who failed the exam don't know how to count? If they are all like you, wouldn't it be a mess?"

"Yeah, it's not embarrassing enough,"

Several Jinshi couldn't stand it, and they all refuted it.

"Can it be the same?"

Fang's father shouted angrily: "My son Zhongyong is a child prodigy, he speaks eloquently and composes poems with reference to things, but you make such a wrong topic, so that the child prodigy is left behind, which is the loss of the court..."

This person is obviously messing around, and everyone present is impatient.

But Wang Kang said: "Okay, since you said that my question was biased and your son was not good at the test, then I will make a question now and ask your son to compose a poem impromptu. If he writes it perfectly,"

"I'll make the decision and give your son a place, how about it?"

Hearing this, Father Fang's eyes lit up immediately, and he asked excitedly, "Do you mean what you say?"

Wang Kang said lightly: "I am the chief officer of the scientific examination, so naturally it counts!"

"I'm afraid this is a bit inappropriate,"

Yan Liqun opened his mouth and said: "The quota has been set, and more will be added..."

Wang Kang continued: "Everyone, don't worry, just keep reading."

He had read Fang Zhongyong's exam papers, and the whole sentence of the article was far from perfect, with no aura at all, and he didn't even have the name of a child prodigy...

Fang's father asked, "Okay, so what's your question?"

Wang Kang looked around, and then said: "The Qionglin Banquet will be held today, and you can write a poem on the theme of the Qionglin Banquet, how about it?"

It was said that everyone was stunned, this question is not difficult, most of the people present can do it freely.

Fang's father also understood this truth, and hurriedly said to Fang Zhongyong: "Did you hear that? Write a poem about Qionglin Banquet. As long as you do it well, you will be a Jinshi, and we can leave Jinxi and return to Fang's house!"

"Do it well for me, if you don't do it well, 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, then at Wang Kang, and then said: "A new recruit..."

He faltered and said a few words, but couldn't continue.

Father Fang immediately scolded, "Hurry up, why can't you compose such a simple poem, you bastard!"

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

"Snapped!"

Fang's father slapped Fang Zhongyong on the head directly, "You let me tell you what's good about you, what about your aura, how can you speak well?"

"enough!"

At this moment, Wang Kang yelled directly. He stared at Fang's father and asked in a cold voice: "Don't you understand? It's not his problem that he can't write poems, but your father's problem." ..."

[Author's digression]: The second update!

Chapter 5 Thirty Chapters Encouraging Learning, Hurt Zhongyong!

"My problem? What's my problem?"

Seeing Wang Kang swearing, Fang's father jumped up and said, "I worked so hard to feed and drink for him. If it wasn't for my training, would he be known as a child prodigy?"

As he said that, he seemed to be overwhelmed with anger, and slapped his son with his palm, causing Fang Zhongyong Vino to cry. He is only an eight-year-old child, so how can he bear it?

But Fang's father didn't show any sympathy, and kept yelling and cursing!

Someone at the side couldn't stand it any longer, and said, "Don't hit him, that's your son, can't you speak well if you have something to say?"

"This is my own son, how I discipline him is up to me!"

Fang's father replied, and then said to Wang Kang: "My lord, he will definitely be able to do it, give him some time."

"He can't do it anymore..."

Wang Kang shook his head and said in a low voice, "Today, I will write an essay to teach you the truth!"

"composition?"

"Master Wang wants to write a composition?"

"This?"

Hearing this sound, people were suddenly very surprised. Impromptu composition is many times more difficult than impromptu poetry.

The length of the article is also longer than the poem, and it must contain more truth.

"You compose?"

Fang's father immediately said disdainfully: "I heard that you are just a prodigal son. You don't know half a thing about learning, and you still need to compose handouts. What a joke!"

"Bold!"

A Jinshi immediately defended Wang Kang and shouted: "If you don't have talent and learning, how can you come up with those provincial exam questions?"

Wang Kang didn't pay attention to this, he raised his arm and slightly pressed it to signal, and the audience fell silent immediately, and he spoke in a deep voice.

"Fang Zhongyong, a native of Jinxi, was born as a Ligeng. Zhong Yongsheng was five years old, but he didn't know the book tools, and suddenly asked for them. His father was different, and he borrowed from his neighbors to meet him, that is, to write four lines of poems, and named him himself."

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone was shocked, because Wang Kang improvised, but he wrote Fang Zhongyong directly.

These few sentences are also easy to understand. It describes the beginning of Fang Zhongyong's becoming a child prodigy, pointing at objects, composing poems, and writing his own name.

And Wang Kang went on to say:

"His poems are meant to raise parents and accept the family, and they are passed on to the scholars of the same township. Since they refer to things and write poems, they are both literary and reasonable. People in the city are strange, and they invite their father a little bit, or beg with coins. The father benefits. Of course, Zhongyong paid homage to the townspeople in Japan and did not let them learn."

This is to write that after Fang Zhongyong became a prodigy, the literary grace and truth of his poems are worthy of appreciation, and his reputation gradually spread far and wide.

Someone paid money for Zhongyong's poems. Fang Zhongyong's father thought it would be profitable, so he led Zhongyong to visit people in the same county every day, and did not let him learn...

At this time, Fang's father had already changed his face, and hurriedly said: "When will I not let him..."