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A few months later, the sun was shining and the weather was getting cooler, and Mo Dou also ushered in his graduation exam.

To be honest, a few months is actually a bit short, but Ying Zheng did not intend to make Mo Dou a master of literature, just like he asked Mo Dou to learn how to ride a horse in the martial arts class, he just wanted Mo Dou to learn how to ride a horse in the literature class. Learn the basics of reading and writing, and get in touch with diehards.

In addition, Mo Dou completely gave up his work and focused on his studies. Only after a few months did he think that he could meet Ying Zheng's requirements, and such fast-track students were the least confident before the exam.

So, when Yingzheng brought Fusu over, Mo Dou was already nervous enough to try to feed the horse to relieve stress—it was the first one with a saddle and a horseshoe.

This horse was fed with an umbrella and became fatter and fatter. Its daily hobby is to spit on people. After the third time the horse sprayed Mo Dou with saliva all over its face, Mo Dou finally couldn't bear to name the horse: 'Grass Mud Horse' .

Ying Zheng, who stood behind Mo Dou and watched for a long time, asked curiously, "What does this name mean?"

Mo Dou didn't care about Ying Zheng's appearance, he was already used to Ying Zheng's inexplicable appearance, notifications, etc., did not exist.

He turned around calmly, wiped his face with his sleeve, and made nonsense solemnly: "The South China Sea is one hundred thousand and eight thousand miles south, called South America, where there are many rare beasts, including a horse, whose face is like a sheep, and its lips are like a rabbit. Its neck is as long as a snake, its body is covered with curly hair, it likes to spray foam, and when you see it, you will be troubled, because it often runs on the grass mud, so it is called the grass mud horse."

……

Ying Zheng looked sincere: "I am fascinated by it."

Mo Dou: Heh.

Fusu listened with gusto. Compared with books such as "Shangshu" and "Book of Rites", "Shan Hai Jing" can be regarded as a novel and strange. It satisfies children's curiosity in a certain way. He read it several times, so he was sure that this sentence did not exist in the books he had read, so he couldn't help asking: "Which version of "Shan Hai Jing" is this, can you show it to Gu Yi?"

Mo Dou was defeated by Fu Su's seriousness, Ying Zheng smiled and touched Fu Su's head: "There is no such thing, Mo Dou made up nonsense."

Mo Dou on the side whispered a little unconvinced: "That's not necessarily..."

"Huh?" Ying Zheng got a general idea, and he stepped forward curiously, "Is what Mo Dou said true?"

Probably because Ying Zheng's approach excited Ma'er, and before Mo Dousu could say anything, he spat at Ying Zheng for the fourth time, living up to his name's expectations.

The water droplets glide in the air very fast, and the ink fountain on the side only has time to push Ying Zheng away. Then, the ink fountain was sprayed on the face—the ink fountain had dodged a few times before...

At this moment, Mo Dou was quite embarrassed, his face was covered with white spittle, so he could only dodge Ying Zheng quickly while rubbing his face with his sleeve.

After several attempts to catch the ink fight failed, Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows dangerously, and transferred his anger to the bold horse: "This horse..."

"This horse is so bold that it shouldn't be in the eyes of the king," Mo Dou hurriedly interrupted Ying Zheng's words. You must know that the relationship between Shan and this horse is as good as death, and he doesn't want to make his apprentice sad, "Didn't the king come to test me? Let's start now."

While talking, Mo Dou didn't dare to touch Ying Zheng's clothes directly, for fear of rubbing against him, so he could only walk forward, as if there was a horse about to spit at him for the fifth time.

Fu Su blinked: "Father, what should we do?"

Yingzheng lowered his raised eyebrows: "Go and play, father and king will come to you later."

Fusu obediently agrees to leave, he has been familiar with this place since he was a child, Mo Dou's workshop is a paradise for Fusu, this time his father brought him out to let him play, so he just needs to have fun.

Ying Zheng tapped the manger with his fingers, then seemed to think of something interesting, patted the horse behind him happily, and then followed Mo Dou up.

……

The saliva on his face was already dry, but it was a little itchy, Mo Dou scratched his face, and then continued to focus on the paper in his hand.

Yingzheng prepared for the exam in a very simple way, that is, to show Mo Dou the article, and then let Mo Dou write a review after reading it. Mo Dou, who knew the exam method, was half relieved, especially when he understood the first part of the article. After a while, I even let go of my heart.

What he is most afraid of is that there are a lot of pronouns and allusions in the article, which makes him unable to understand at all, but as long as he understands it, writing articles is nothing to be afraid of. After all, Mo Dou has 2000 years of writing routines...

Moreover, this article produced by Yingzheng is quite connotative, and it clearly analyzes the relationship between the monarch and the able man, which allows Mo Dou to expand hundreds of words for any point of view, so Mo Dou is in the By the time the last word was written it was confirmed: he passed.

Returning the article to Ying Zheng, Mo Dou couldn't help but googled the article just now in his mind. Although there are only a few works left in the pre-Qin period, Mo Dou is sure that this kind of work will still be fresh after 2000 The point of view is definitely a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

Sure enough, it was "Lonely Wrath"...

It's "Lonely Wrath"!Han Feizi!Speaking of which, Ying Zheng should really know by now.

Mo Dou's eyes lit up, and he forgot how dirty he looked. He approached Ying Zheng excitedly: "Your Majesty, this is a talent, you must cherish it!"

Don't kill anyone this time!

Ying Zheng lowered his eyebrows, shifted his gaze from the article to Mo Dou's face, and stared at Mo Dou: "So Dou understood?"

Mo Dou blinked and nodded in confusion, "It shouldn't be, why is Ying Zheng so calm, isn't it super exciting in history?Said that he couldn't see Han Feizi and was unhappy even when he died, although death made people very unhappy...

What he didn't know was that from the very beginning when he got the article, Ying Zheng planned to use it as an exam paper for Mo Dou. It took him a long time to hold it in until Mo Dou could understand ancient Chinese. Liaozi's sense of failure...

Mo Dou asked: "My lord, have I passed?"

Ying Zheng nodded, still staring, staring Mo Dou hesitated, he realized that he was a little close to Ying Zheng, so close that it made people blush, Mo Dou couldn't help but scratched his face again, suddenly remembered What, he quickly stepped back: "I have offended the king."

Before Mo Dou got up, Ying Zheng grabbed Mo Dou's hand and said casually, "Do you still remember what the widow agreed to?"

Yingzheng's hands were dry, but Mo Dou's hands were sweaty, partly from the exam just now, partly from being nervous now, he couldn't help but tilt his head back: "Remember..."

Ying Zheng smiled: "What is it?"

Mo Dou: I can't say it...

Ying Zheng continued to press, "Say it."

Mo Dou couldn't help wanting to flip the table, didn't he just like me so much?Why does it feel like you are in a hurry than me!

He closed his eyes and said in one breath, "Your Majesty promises to like me more."

After a moment of silence, Mo Dou heard a slight 'um' sound, and felt that the other party was quite satisfied. Then, Mo Dou felt that a piece of wet and cool silk was stuck to his face, and was being wiped by a pair of warm hands, which could not be called gentle. , but definitely lighter than Mo Dou rubbing his face by himself.

Mo Dou closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, and then it was rubbed into a messy shape. He asked softly in a vague voice: "So, does the king like me so much that he doesn't despise me?"

Ying Zheng's hand stopped, and Mo Dou could feel the other party's frustration through a piece of cloth: "Why did you ever despise Dou?"

Obviously you have been hiding from the widow...

The silk cloth had been taken back, and Mo Dou even read a little bit of aggrieved expression on Ying Zheng's face, he finally couldn't help laughing, he finally felt the feasibility of the future - the future with Ying Zheng.