The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

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Behind him, all the rich and powerful students in Zhejiang waved their flags and shouted for Xu Er.

"Second Master Xu! We are optimistic about you!"

"Boss, go show this ignorant Li Zhi some color!"

"Get out of the way! The most talented in Zhejiang and the head of the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River, Second Young Master Xu is on stage!"

"There is only one stone in the world! Second Master Xu has all eight fights!"

All kinds of shameless flattery flew up.

Li Zhi's eyes showed mockery.

Xiao Fengxian was full of curiosity, and looked at Second Master Xu.

In fact, in the eyes of powerful children like Wu Qingyuan, Li Zhi's bets are not very reliable.

Not to mention that Li Zhi may not win the bet at all, even if Li Zhi wins all bets, wouldn't he still have to memorize or write cheat sheets?

Besides, with their level, even if they cheated and memorized the Cheng Wen, they might not be able to win the list.

For the children of the rich and powerful, the most reliable and effective way to win the election is of course fighting for father!

It wasn't his own father who was fighting, but Xu Er's father—Xu Jie!

Minister of Rites, the deputy examiner this time...

Therefore, for them, the key is to please Xu Er and get through Xu Jie's line. As for Li Zhi's betting, they are not too interested.Only poor children like Luo Wanhua who have no connections will care about the issue of betting.

Xu Er scolded Wu Qingyuan secretly in his heart.

Nima.

It's not that you don't know about my talent, it's quite... touching.

I haven't fully understood this exam question until now. You pushed me to the front, not to make me pretend, but to pretend to be a fool, right?

But Xiao Fengxian has already laughed: "I have heard about the name of Mr. Xu's family for a long time, and I am lucky to meet you today. I also ask Mr. Xu's second son to give me some advice...."

When Xu Er saw the beauty he liked, his bones were crisp and his eyes flickered...

Shit, life is not pretentious, how is it different from salted fish?

He pretended to be profound, coughed and said: "This question is difficult. I didn't think it through... but..."

He suddenly rolled his eyes and thought of a brilliant idea!

I'll go, didn't my father tell him to try his best to get Luo Wanhua's Xiwen this time?

Wipe, aggressive method.

Kill two birds with one stone.

The so-called dragon begets the dragon, the phoenix begets the phoenix, and the mouse son can make holes.

Although Xu Er is very shy, but at least he is Xu Jie's kind, and he just opens his mouth to make plots and tricks.

He stepped down the donkey, looked at Luo Wanhua provocatively, and said sourly: "I am willing to listen to Luo Huiyuan's good problem solving. What do you think? Welcome!"

Xu Er opened his mouth, and Wu Qingyuan and others behind him immediately booed and applauded.

"Okay! Luo Wanhua, you go!"

"If you want to break the problem, I will obey Luo Wanhua!"

"Luo Wanhua, aren't you number one in Zhejiang? Aren't you Huiyuan? Come on!"

"Luo Wanhua, you have already lost your name to Sun Shan once. If you lose someone in Zhejiang this time, don't say anything about Huiyuan in the future!"

These rich and powerful children all thought that Luo Wanhua, a poor boy, was not pleasing to the eye at 5.1. The so-called envy of talents and abilities, seized the opportunity at this time, and made even more sarcastic remarks.

Xiao Fengxian frowned.

Unexpectedly, Luo Wanhua is so famous, but he is bullied by Zhejiang students.

Luo Wanhua and Xiao Fengxian's eyes met, and he felt blood surge up all over his body.

After all, he is a young man, after all, he has his own blood.

He had already suffered a fiasco and his reputation was discredited, but luckily Yan Song encouraged him!

This time, he won't be cowardly!

Luo Wanhua stood up and wanted to express his thoughts, but was stabbed by a person behind him.

Luo Wanhua turned his head to look, and almost cried out.

It's Mr. Yan Ge?

Why is he here?

Despite the make-up, he still recognized it slightly.

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