Ye Qingge shrank her body, her face was full of tears, but she didn't dare to cry out.

She lowered her head, took advantage of Yun Lihan's inattention, and casually wiped her face with her sleeve.

Then she sniffed again, trying not to let Yun Lihan hear that her voice was crying, "I...I'll write it out right away."

Originally, Ye Qingge planned to use the knowledge that Yun Lihan didn't understand as a bargaining chip, but after observing Jin Ling's tragic situation at close range, he completely recognized the reality.

In front of the devil Yun Lihan, she had no chance to resist, and could only follow his orders.

Yun Lihan curled his lips into a smile, "That's good~"

That soft tone, similar to coaxing a kitten, made Ye Qingge's already frightened heart even more panicked, she quietly raised her head, "Your Majesty, I... I am really obedient, I can write everything out right now. "

Yun Lihan did not respond to Ye Qingge's words, but turned to look at the strong man who was executing the execution, "How many knives are left?"

The strong man grinned, "Report to Your Majesty, there are three knives left."

Seeing that Jin Ling was about to die, his throat was already hoarse, and he could hardly utter a painful whine.

Yun Lihan waved his hand, "Hurry up."

The strong man's eyes lit up, he raised the saber in his hand, and swung it down with the last blow.

Except for a head, Jin Ling hardly had a piece of good meat all over his body, and the blood that pooled at his feet almost formed a lake.

All the bones in his body trembled, and he made a creaking sound, his bloody lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything in the end.

It took 350 seven knives abruptly before Jin Ling died completely.

Yun Lihan smiled, and gently pushed Ye Qingge's chin with his fingers, forcing her to look at Jin Ling who was almost cut into a human stick not far away, and his tone was clear and clear like a spring in the mountains.

"If there is any concealment, this is your fate."

Ye Qingge's body trembled like chaff, his head kept lighting up, and he almost swore to God, "I will, I will, I dare not hide it."

Only then did Yun Lihan let her go, and told Xiao Dengzi, "I will bring you a pen and paper later, and I will write here."

Little Dengzi responded respectfully, "Yes."

-

In the four years of Dachu, the spring was cold and cold, and it was warm and cold.

The streets of Jiankang City were already crowded with people.

On the bustling streets, instead of always selling and shouting in the past, there are some scholars in long gowns and scarves on their heads.

They either walked quickly with books on their backs, or gathered in twos and threes to discuss knowledge, but no matter what they were doing, everyone had a smile on their faces.

There are also many people who glanced at these scholars and kept whispering.

A shopkeeper carrying a pole stopped in front of a small food stall, approached the stall owner and whispered,

"The spring is about to start. I wonder if His Majesty the Emperor can select a few good officials for the country and the people in this exam."

The stall owner gave him a blank look, "Who do you think our Majesty is? Who can make him look good, who is not a good official who pleads for the people, and those corrupt officials who only know how to plunder the people's fat and anointing are not all dragged away over?"

The peddler thought about the bloody smell at Caishikou that hadn't dissipated for several months, and the smile on his face became wider, "Of course, I don't even look at who our Majesty is!"

The shopkeeper's proud words reached the shopkeeper of the Rouge shop not far away, and the shopkeeper casually interrupted, and the three of them began to brag about Yun Lihan on a daily basis.

At the majestic gate of Jiankang City, a travel-worn scholar squeezed into the team entering the city with a dilapidated bookcase on his back.

Although the clothes were shabby and dusty, those eyes were surprisingly bright.

The scholar raised his eyes to look at the tall city tower, his hand holding the strap of the bookcase was even stronger, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

As the crowd slowly walked into the city gate, they handed over the guide to the soldiers guarding the city.

After the soldier opened the guide and looked at the guide, he raised his eyes and looked at the scholar in surprise, "It's actually an examinee from Xijiang?"

The scholar's bright eyes darkened after finishing the book, and there was a trace of anxiety in his voice, "I... can't I go in?"

Xijiang is a small town in the most northwest of Great Chu. It borders Dayong, and the people's lives are extremely difficult.

After leaving the door, besides the wind and sand all over the sky, there is loess all over the ground.

The only grassland was completely destroyed by Dayong.

The scholar is the only scholar in the entire western Xinjiang, where there are no nobles or scholars.

The knowledge learned by the scholar comes from a veteran who retired from the battlefield. That veteran was once a soldier of the old Huguogong.

The old Lord Protector was dead, and he was also badly wounded.

He was originally from Xijiang, and his whole family was killed by Dayong. It was the old Huguogong who saved his life, took him to the battlefield, and taught him to read.

Dayong defeated Dachu, and the old soldier came back here alone. He wanted to guard this broken land.

Veterans remember what the old Huguogong said, a soldier who can read and write is a good soldier.

He knocked on doors from door to door, wanting to teach the young men in Xijiang how to read, but no one wanted to, and they couldn't get enough to eat, so they still had the heart to read and write.

In the end, only the scholar studied with the veteran.

Half a year ago, Xijiang received a notice from the imperial court, saying that anyone who is a scholar can go to Jiankang City to take the Chunwei Exam. After the veteran knew about it, he sold all his property and collected travel expenses for the scholar.

Tell him, the current emperor is the son of the old Huguogong, he is a good emperor, follow him, there is a future.

So, the scholar came.

After half a year, trekking through mountains and rivers, sleeping in wild fields, wearing the stars and wearing the moon, and walking more than 1000 miles, I came to Jiankang City in Dachu.

At this moment, the scholar was full of apprehension about the soldier's question, and he wanted to take a look at Jiankang City under the administration of the old Huguogong's son on behalf of the veteran.

The soldier shook his head, "Of course you can go in, it's just that I was a little surprised when I saw the candidates from Xijiang for the first time."

The soldier returned the guide to the scholar, and beckoned to a soldier, "This is an examinee from the western border, take him to the post house, so I can entertain you."

The scholar took Lu Yin with both hands, and followed the soldier full of doubts.

Seeing the puzzled expression on the scholar's face, the little soldier smiled at him, "Don't be afraid, our Majesty, we have already expected that candidates from some remote areas must have no money to stay in the inn."

"All the posthouses in Jiankang City have been transformed into student houses, which are specially used to entertain candidates who come to participate in the Spring Festival. Don't worry, there are many candidates who are similar to your age in the posthouse, and they can study together knowledge."

The scholar understood, he raised his head and looked in the direction of Xijiang through the majestic city wall, and smiled silently in his heart.

Veteran, look, this Jiankang city is so prosperous.

The son of the old Lord Protector did not disappoint you either.

I will definitely achieve a good result in Chunwei. When the time comes, I will wear the official robe embroidered with cloud patterns and return to my hometown!

-

In the fourth year of Dachu, March 27.

The scenery after the rain, the weather of the vernal equinox, and thousands of flowers and flowers competing for beauty.

Many scholars in long gowns and scarves lined up quietly outside the Meridian Gate.

Until there were three whips in the air, and a sharp sound resounded through the sky.

"Students, enter—"

The scholars walked into the hall slowly with neat steps.

In the main hall, two rows of courtiers stood on both sides, supporting the middle throne like a figure-eight-shaped star arching the moon.

On the high platform, the young emperor sat there in a black python robe.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and glanced at the students standing in the hall, they were the scholars who had just passed a round of examinations.

Little Deng Zi straightened his back and shouted at the top of his voice, "Kneel—"

The students knelt down one by one, "Long live, long live, long live."

The young emperor pursed his lips slightly, his face was expressionless, his eyes were as deep as an ancient pool, and he couldn't see to the bottom at a glance, "Get up—"

The scholars got up one by one, and under the arrangement of the servants, they sat down in their own seats.

The scholar from Xijiang slowly sat next to the table closest to the imperial steps.

The seemingly scrutinizing gaze above his head made the scholar a little nervous, but recalling everything he had come into contact with living in the posthouse these few days, his heart suddenly calmed down.

Presumably, the emperor who can propose such a people-friendly policy is definitely not a difficult person to get along with.

The snow-white test papers are laid out on the table, and the brush made of wolf hair is placed in the corner of the table. The scholar picks up the inkstone, rubs the ink stick a few times in his hand, and the black ink will flow out.

Some thin fingers picked up the wolf hair, and swiped a pen to write a word on the straw paper. The handwriting was so strong that it pierced through the back of the paper, with a sharp edge. Compared with the scholar's gentle appearance, it didn't look like it was written by him at all.

The scholar was very satisfied with this wolf, and glanced lightly at the test paper. There was only one sentence written on it with iron and silver hooks, "What is the way to fix the country?"

The scholar's eyes lit up, and after thinking for a while, he picked up the pen and began to write on the test paper, and his writing was full of thoughts, and he finished it in one go.

As the pen moved between dragons and snakes, the entire paper was filled with handwriting like cones and sand. It was a huge volume, so free and easy.

Warm sunlight slanted into the hall, and the exam time also arrived here.

Several invigilating officials slowly stepped forward to collect the test papers, and Dang even took the ink pens to make corrections.

The scholar stood up slowly, looking at the warm sun, feeling a little excited in his heart.

Suddenly, a clear voice sounded beside his ears, "What's your name?"

The scholar looked back subconsciously, and bumped into a pair of eyes that looked like snow on the top of a mountain.

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