In the eighteenth year of Shengtai, the emperor personally set the questions for the imperial examination. All the candidates were very happy. This is the real disciple of the emperor. Yizhi thought in his heart that I am the real genius disciple. During the palace examination, Yizhi was writing quickly. I had written this policy essay, so I must be the first to hand in the paper. Wait, I can't do the rest. The bell rang, and Yizhi had not finished writing yet, so he became the last one to finish.
Candidate A: "The following scriptures are not biased, but the policy and argumentation are more pragmatic, and I am worried that I will not shine."
Candidate B: "Brother Xu is so humble. Brother Xu will definitely come out on top, but I'm afraid that my strategy won't be the same as the Sacred Heart."
Yi Zhixin's ideas were quite simple, but it was difficult to post scriptures, and he had never seen many of them, so as to embarrass the emperor and cover his heart.