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Chapter 259 If You Can Shoot Zhao Ji That Faint Lord On The Wall

Chapter 257

"Did I hear you right?" Wang Yang stared blankly at the handsome middle-aged man, and asked a question after a long time. "Xuezheng, you mean, let me take the imperial examination in early spring?" Wang Yang felt like a bolt from the blue had struck his forehead.

Why not let people live?I was sent to take the state examination when I was pushed out of the market. Fortunately, I met that idiot Zhao Mingcheng who turned me away from the examination institute. At that time, I really wanted to hug this timely rain, otherwise I might Just lost the big ugly.

I originally thought that after joining Taixue College, I would be able to study hard for two or three years. By that time, when classical Chinese can be easily learned, I would then take part in the imperial examination. I believe that with my mind and strength, there should be no problem at all.

But now, Li DaZheng, who had developed a grudge against him, suddenly changed his attitude, which really made Wang DaBa feel like a pack of dogs had broken out in his heart.

"Not bad." Seeing Wang Yang's bewildered look, Li Gefei straightened his back involuntarily. "Perhaps you don't know that this old man was originally a student of the Imperial Academy, and was responsible for selecting and recommending talents for the country, but Wang Yang, your talent is enough, and these days, this old man also knows that you are working hard in the academy, and you are quite motivated. , Therefore, I decided to reserve this spot for you."

Wang Yang immediately understood, that is to say, Li Gefei, as a student of the Taixue, has a quota in his hand and can directly enter the provincial examination. "Li Xuezheng, do you mean that Zhao Tingzhi also has such a quota?"

"It's natural, but he is him, and the old man is the old man, so we can't generalize." Hearing Wang Yang mention Zhao Tingzhi, Li Gefei's mood was a little ugly, and now Li Gefei has seen clearly the true face of that guy Zhao Tingzhi.

It never occurred to him that this Zhao, who used to call him brother and brother in front of him, would actually hate him because of the failure of his marriage, as if he wanted to put himself to death.

It shows that Zhao Tingzhi's morality is not very good, but how good can his son's morality be?So now, Li Gefei is very fortunate that he didn't nod his head to agree to the marriage between the two families, otherwise it would be too late to regret it now.

"Naturally, Zhao Tingzhi is no joke. That old guy has a despicable nature and a vicious heart, and he will take revenge..." Wang Yang's mouth is not covered up, and it is definitely no less than Gatling's six-barreled machine gun when he sprays people.

Hearing that, Li Gefei nodded frequently. After waking up for a long time, he quickly cleared his throat and pretended to be a gentleman. "It's all right, a gentleman doesn't talk about other people's faults, you go, remember to study hard, I hope you can pass the exam in one fell swoop, and you will live up to the painstaking efforts of the old man..."

"Thank you, Xuezheng, for your discerning eyes. Please rest assured, Xuezheng. The students will definitely study hard and make progress every day, so as not to embarrass you. But Xuezheng, what will be tested in that exam?" Wang Yang's eyes are sneaky. After turning around, he asked with a salivating face and a smile.

Li Gefei raised his head and looked at Wang Yang's face, and couldn't help blowing his beard and staring. "What do you mean by that? Naturally, the Ministry Examination is also a test of your knowledge. Don't you think you can test anything?"

Seeing Li Gefei's furious appearance, Wang Yang couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and hurriedly slipped out with a blushing look, let it go, it seems that Li Xuezheng's temper is really like that of a girl, and he has a typical sense of justice Lord of the stormhouse.

Outside Li Xuezheng's office, the biting cold wind made Wang Yang's eyes well up with tears. What is this called, the rhythm of getting out of the tiger's mouth and entering the wolf's den again?

My fucking goal is to earn money first to become a big local tyrant, and then become an official, okay? What the hell kind of rhythm is God?

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When Wang Yang with a gloomy expression arrived at the gate of Taixue, he saw the little prince of Deser rubbing his hands like an ant on a hot pot while walking around the carriage, and saw Wang Yang's figure After appearing, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Brother Wu Shan, you're here, we're going to do big things today, you can't be late..."

As soon as these words came out, many students who happened to pass by Wang Yang stopped involuntarily, and looked at Wang Yang who just passed the gate of Taixue with admiration, and even a high-level gaze.

In the deathly silence, dozens of gazes fell on Wang Yang. Wang Yang's raised legs froze in the air, and he stared viciously at the man who rushed up to him and shouted loudly. Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji glanced at Wang Yang, then at the dazed Taixue students around him, and realized that he had said something wrong, so he hurriedly called out. "Brother, don't blame me, my younger brother's nonsense, you can't take it seriously, you must not take it seriously."

"Don't worry, we won't take it seriously."

"Yeah, we pretended to believe you..."

"No, don't listen to this nonsense. We really believe that Mr. Wu Shan won't do big things. After walking away, what are you doing? You want to do big things with Mr. Wu Shan, right?"

"Shut up! Hurry up, Brother Wu Shan, don't listen to the nonsense of those idiots, we all think you are the soul of our Taixue, we are all on your side, farewell..."

Wang Yang looked like a dog, watching these guys gradually go away, and then slowly put the foot that had been suspended in the air for more than ten breaths on the ground, and then looked at Zhao Ji.

This guy was a little shy, and looked at Wang Yang shyly. He wanted to talk but didn't know what to say.

"Next time you tell me something, can you speak calmly and gently, and don't be so loud and aggressive." Wang Yang resisted the urge to pick up the soles of his shoes and greet Zhao Ji's face, and grinned with the greatest willpower Grinning.

As if to prove that he was an excellent person who was good at speaking out, the little prince Dese immediately lowered his voice by an octave, and then said with a ghostly look on his face. "Okay, definitely, um, Mr. Wushan, little brother, we can't wait for you to do big things."

"Stop talking now, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it." Wang Yang looked at this guy's treacherous appearance, ready to commit crimes at any time, the corners of his eyes twitched subconsciously, he quickly turned his face away, looked up at the clear sky, afraid Seeing Zhao Ji's ugly face again, he can't help but want to slap him.

"Why can't you help it?" Zhao Ji looked at Wang Yang in confusion, but Official Wang did not answer his words. "Okay, let's go quickly, don't make people wait impatiently."

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Jumping into the carriage, Wang Yangsheng was taken aback. There were six people squatting in the carriage, which was too crowded for three or four people. Liang Shicheng, and the treacherous official Gao Qiu, plus the faint king Zhao Ji and the honest gentleman Wang Yang, um... well, it's actually seven people.

"I said why do we have to squeeze into the same car, don't you feel uncomfortable?" Wang Yang looked at these huddled big men, fortunately they were all wearing clothes, otherwise the face of these words would be too shocking Quite a bit.

"Brother, didn't you say that we must keep a low profile? So, one carriage must be lower-key than two carriages, right?" Zhao Ji immediately argued.

The five heads were shaking up and down feebly, rolling their eyes repeatedly, Wang Yang glanced at Zhao Ji, and shouted angrily in his heart: Faint Lord!

But on the surface, there was a very appreciative expression, he raised his hand and patted Zhao Ji's shoulder, and raised his thumb. "It seems that His Highness really deserves to be a resourceful person."

"Haha, that's natural. Although I'm not as smart as Brother Wu Shan, but as the saying goes, those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black. I have been with you for so long, Brother Wu Shan. If you don't have any brains, don't you look like me, little brother?" Too stupid?" As expected of the little prince Deser, he spoke very proudly.

Hearing that the faces of the six people huddled in a pile became darker, Wang Yang even felt that maybe if his father Song Shenzong could shoot Zhao Ji on the wall, it would be for the Chinese nation, for the Chinese people, and for everyone. The Song Dynasty was the greatest blessing.

"What are you all doing here? Don't you think it's too crowded?" Wang Yang felt that it was better not to reason with Zhao Ji, so he turned his head and asked these unlucky people.

"Mr. Wu Shan, how can I not personally participate in your matter, besides, if a scum like Zhao Mingcheng doesn't beat him three times, it will be hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart." Gao Qiu This sycophant lived up to his expectations and said something that Zhao Ji deeply believed.

Wang Yang shook his head, and decided to ignore these nonsense, but to go straight to the point. "Okay, then let's have a good discussion now, how to allocate the manpower, the restaurant where Zhao Mingcheng asked Wang Miangu to invite me to have a drink is here..."

(End of this chapter)