"What are you offering in exchange?" Yang Xuan's voice was not loud, but it seemed to stir up a thousand ripples.
He clearly sensed that the people who were originally guarding the room were looking at him strangely, as if they could attack at any time.
The room fell into silence.
After an unknown period of time, a chuckle came from behind the curtain. "You're welcome, Young Master. Well, let's talk about this again after you're done with the competition."
"Okay!" Yang Xuan smiled and nodded.
He had a premonition that this last question was likely to have a very deep connection with it.
However, he did not care. His goal was always the storage ring, and the rest had nothing to do with him.
When Zhang Heng returned to the hall, everyone had already finished answering the questions and was waiting.
Seeing Yang Xuan return, everyone's gazes fell on him, their gazes complicated.
Especially Yan Yixiu, who looked at Yang Xuan with eyes that were about to spit fire.
In the first round, he fell behind Yang Xuan. He did not expect that in the second round, he would still be behind Yang Xuan.
This kind of humiliation was a huge blow to a proud and arrogant person.
After waiting for a while, Zhang Heng announced the results. Sure enough, Yang Xuan was still first, and Yan Yixiu was still second.
However, this time, Yan Yixiu did not ask to see Yang Xuan's paper. He already knew in his heart that Yang Xuan was not only better than him in terms of literary talent, but also in the unpopular field of mathematics.
Everyone in the hall looked at Yang Xuan in a different way. At first, they ignored him, but now they were serious, and some people's eyes were even full of hostility.
"The third round is policy. There is only one question. If a country has a strong neighbor, whose national strength is several times that of this country, and who is eyeing it covetously, how should this country deal with itself?"
The question had already been written on the paper, and several officials who presided over the competition were secretly observing his reaction.
His performance in the first two rounds was simply too eye-catching. They all wanted to see how he would perform in the third round.
The gazes of several people gathered on Yang Xuan's body. Even the majority of those attending the semi-finals had their attention focused on him. However, Yang Xuan fell into silence.
He did not know how to answer. This kind of game between big countries was not his strong suit.
In terms of literary talent, he had the souls of the Eight Great Families of the Tang and Song Dynasties. If it was not enough, he could casually find a few people in the first five thousand years of China to win the house. He did not have to worry at all. In terms of mathematics, an elementary school mathematics textbook could crush the mathematics standards of this world. If it was not enough, he could take out the geometry and algebra textbooks of junior high school. Those would be the pinnacle of this world.
But when it came to governing a country, he was afraid that any random official from Qingxue Nation would be able to leave him in the dust.
Therefore, he had no idea how to answer this question.
After pondering for a long time, he'd already made up his mind. Since he couldn't propose a solution, then he'd make his stand clear.
After he made up his mind, he didn't stay any longer and started to write at a high speed.
Seeing Yang Xuan start to write, Fu Yuewen and the other officials looked at each other and saw the anticipation in each other's eyes.
This person named Ren Woxing really gave them a great surprise.
This round of competition lasted for the time of three incense sticks. When the last wisp of incense ash burned out, someone was still writing something.
Fu Yuewen did not urge him. He waited until everyone had stopped writing before he ordered someone to collect the papers.
He didn't look at Yang Xuan's paper first, but the papers of others.
Sometimes he shook his head, sometimes he nodded. Some of the answers were simply whimsical, and some were simply impossible to operate. However, there were still some things that could be said, but there was nothing new.
Finally, it was Yang Xuan's turn.
After unfolding Yang Xuan's paper, he frowned.
Then, he read it out.
"Bristling with anger, leaning against the railing, the drizzling rain rests. Looking up, I roar to the sky, my heart is full of vigor. Thirty achievements, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of road, clouds and moon. Don't be idle, my young years have turned white, empty sorrow! Jingkang's shame has not been wiped away; when will the hatred of the officials be extinguished? Driving a long chariot, trampling through the Helan Mountains! Aspiring to eat barbarian meat, laughing and drinking Xiongnu blood. Waiting to start from scratch, tidying up the old mountains and rivers, facing the heavens! "
Fu Yuewen was definitely a recital expert. His voice was not loud, and it was also the first time he saw Yue Fei's Man Jiang Hong, but he could still grasp the passion in the poem.
In front of everyone's eyes, there seemed to be an endless battlefield. Countless heroes were sacrificing their heads and spilling their blood. In order to protect their homeland, they used their own hot blood to dye the earth red.
After Fu Yuewen finished reciting, the hall fell into silence. Everyone looked at Yang Xuan, at this sallow and emaciated, sloppy man.
However, his current appearance, in the eyes of everyone, had become completely unfathomable.
Wang Zhuo's eyes kept flickering. No one knew what he was thinking.
Jin Chengfeng was still savoring this Man Jiang Hong. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the artistic conception was indescribable. It made his blood boil, and he could not wait to pick up a knife and fight on the battlefield.
Yan Yixiu stood rooted to the ground. After a long time, he suddenly sighed, and then respectfully bowed to Yang Xuan. "Brother Ren, I'm not as good as you!"
After saying this, he resolutely turned and left without looking back.
Fu Yuewen did not stop him. He could understand Yan Yixiu's complicated feelings.
In fact, logically speaking, Yang Xuan had used a trick in this round of competition. Although his poem was majestic and full of unyielding willpower, it only expressed a kind of attitude, and did not propose any feasible methods.
On the other hand, Yan Yixiu's policy theory, from a practical point of view, proposed many feasible ideas, and even made his eyes light up.
The results of the third round were not announced, because there was no way to measure this kind of thing with a score.
After the three rounds of competition, apart from Yang Xuan, a total of six candidates, including the departing Yan Yixiu, were selected to participate in the final test.
Wang Zhuo and Jin Chengfeng were among them. The other two were outstanding talents who had achieved good results in the first two rounds.
The final test was set for the day after tomorrow. These six people would enter the Green Snow Imperial Palace to meet the current emperor and complete the final test in front of Her Majesty the Queen.
In a corner of the Green Snow Imperial Palace, Fu Yuewen respectfully knelt on the ground. In front of him sat a benevolent-looking woman, but she was as tall as a mountain.
Beside her was a woman. If Yang Xuan was here, he would recognize her as the boss of Green Snow Medicine Hall, Qing Shuang.
On both sides of the room stood many officials, both civil and military, with different expressions.
"Dancing with the clear shadow, how is it like being in the human world … I hope that we will be together for a long time …" Qing Shuang muttered a sentence passed down through the ages by Su Shi, her eyes drifting.
The mountain-like old woman glanced at her and smiled. "Qing Shuang, what's wrong? Are you tempted? "
Qing Shuang came back to her senses and hurriedly knelt on the ground in fear. "Your Majesty, what are you saying? Qing Shuang wouldn't dare."
The old woman shook her head. "Get up, there's nothing to be afraid of. It's human nature. This Yang Xuan is not only a sky-high martial artist, but also an unparalleled literary talent. He's a genius."
After a pause, she said to Fu Yuewen, "You get up too. This poem 'Rivers Run Red' must have touched your heart."
Following that, she also sighed slightly. "Don't be idle. His youth has turned white, and he's filled with sorrow … His words speak of the helplessness of the world. I'm very curious. This kind of worldly sentiment can't be expressed without rich experience and vicissitudes of life. But how old is he to be able to create such a masterpiece?
Fu Yuewen stood up and bowed again. "Your Majesty, if the method proposed by this person is really useful, then our problem can be easily solved."
The old woman looked at Zhang Heng. "Zhang Heng, tell me, is Yang Xuan's method feasible?"
Zhang Heng cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, I've already tried the method proposed by him. It's proven that the method is completely correct. I'm sure this method won't be aimless."
Then, there was a hint of excitement in his eyes. "If the method is true, then we can completely determine the position and there won't be any mistakes."
At this time, an official stood up and frowned. "Your Majesty, there's only one chance. If there's a mistake, we'll have to wait for another hundred years. We can't afford to make a mistake. This Yang Xuan might not be reliable, so we must be careful. I think it's better to take him down and torture him. There's no need to be afraid that he won't talk. "
Fu Yuewen said unhappily, "That's ridiculous. Let's not talk about whether torture is useful to him. Even if it's useful, I'm afraid the heavens won't agree to such a genius dying in our hands and not being used by Qingxue. I think his philosophy is not compatible with yours. You're afraid that he'll enter Qingxue and take your position."
"Hmph, I, Dai Qi, am wholeheartedly devoted to the country. The sun and moon can be my witness. Why would I be afraid of your bullshit?"
"You …" Fu Yuewen was so angry that his face turned red and he couldn't speak.
"All of you, shut up. What are you doing?" The old woman sitting on the chair said. Everyone didn't dare to say anything and retreated to the side.
"Let's talk about it after he finishes the final examination. Qing Shuang, you should interact with him more. Zhang Heng, since the method is feasible, let's measure the height first before we talk about other things. "
Qing Shuang and Zhang Heng respectfully acknowledged.
"Let's disperse. Be careful in these troubled times." The old woman's voice contained a trace of fatigue. With the help of Qing Shuang, she got up and left.
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