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"Brother Meng, I can't think of anything at the moment. I had a face-to-face meeting with that shield soil earlier, and he even made a mockery of literacy." Ning Miao frowned, with a serious expression, "A hundred words, the British can do a good one , it always feels too coincidental, in the examples of previous years, are there any tribes that got full marks?"

When Wumeng was reminded by Ning Miao, his pupils dilated instantly, "It didn't happen before, yes, it's too coincidental, or in other words, it's impossible, could someone..."

"It doesn't matter if there is anyone or not." Ning Miao suddenly let out a sideways laugh, "Hey, Brother Meng, we have to make everyone think that someone is cheating."

The young man of the Yu tribe didn't fully understand, with a question mark on his face, "But doing this is not good for us either."

"Brother Meng said that you took the risk to leak the exam questions to us?" Ning Miao is also a modern normal young man who has watched several Gongdou dramas and Zhaidou dramas. Did your trip go too smoothly?"

Wumeng thought for a while, his expression became terrified, his head shook like a rattle, "I'm very careful, the one who came with me was also a close friend of the Yu clan."

Ning Miao raised an eyebrow, and said in a firm tone, "Brother Meng, the people next to His Highness the Fourth Highness must be in the Kongzhi Realm. In my tribe, there is a saying called the side of the couch. How can you allow others to sleep soundly? The Fourth Highness is really cold-tempered." , I don’t like mundane affairs, but dare to ask Brother Meng, who has dared to act presumptuously in front of Wu Mochen all these years?"

One word awakened the person in the dream, Wu Meng became more and more frightened as he thought about it, sweating on his brow, "Then what should we do, we can't just passively wait for the British to take the lead."

"I can probably guess a thing or two about the mind of the superior." Ning Miao said with a wry smile, "The one-on-one assessment is too boring, and some changes within the controllable range are good to pass the boring and long time. Since you can come, you should be free. thing."

Ning Miao waved to Wumeng, motioning him to come closer and talk. The two met and whispered. At the end of the discussion, the youth of the Yu tribe seemed to have been pardoned. When he walked out of Le Taoju, his expression was as usual.

Bai Bing waited for Wumeng to go far before entering the house. The little female lay sprawled on the bed, her eyes glazed over.

The facial lines of the orc, who had always been indifferent, became much softer. He put the pottery basin filled with hot water on the table, soaked it with the animal skin, and wiped the little female's face. Taking out the footbath from under the bed, Ning Miao's clean and white feet were fully served.

Ning Miao looked like a noodle man without bones from head to toe, tossed by the big male hands, the animal skin was hot, the area where it was wiped was slightly red, the greasy sweat stains from the day were all washed away, and the whole body was refreshed and refreshed of.

"Bingge." After tidying up, not long before dawn, Ning Miao whispered in the orc's arms, "I miss Ah Yi."

When brushing her body before, Bai Bing carefully inspected the part where Ning Miao was beaten yesterday. There were several bruised and purple swollen marks on the tender white mounds of the little female, which were very eye-catching. The orc frowned slightly, and continued to hold the Ning Miao rolled up to prevent the little female's injured upright from hitting hard objects.

Xiao Yi was afraid that she would cry from distress when she saw this, and the orc with a stern expression heard the voice of the little female in his arms, and muffledly replied: "Ning, Ah Yi is fine."

"Well, I know." Ning Miao raised her head and said in a casual tone as if chatting about tomorrow's weather, "Bingge, is there really a pregnancy fruit in this world?"

Bai Bing was caught off guard by the sudden topic, and a rare expression of astonishment appeared on his face, which immediately turned into ecstasy, "Ning, what do you mean?"

Ning Miao didn't make a sound anymore, but leaned her body closer to the orc's arms.

The little female slept soundly. The orc's rough thumb lingered on those soft lips for a while, but the little female didn't show any sign of waking up. Bai Bing lowered her head and pressed a kiss on Ning Miao's forehead. , murmuring the name of the little female, "Ning."

In the first round of the written test, there were 48 tribes participating in the written test, which was an unprecedented record. The judges on the high platform showed joy, like looking forward to the stars and the moon, and finally looking forward to excellence The school where the students come from recruits teachers.

It was rare for Wu Mochen not to wear the usual red dress today. He was dressed in an ivory light robe. On the other hand, the immortal temperament of the otherworldly is bursting.

Since ancient times, beauties have been a source of misfortune, damn it, the lord of Fengsha City is too monstrous, and a man can also overwhelm the country, Ning Miao took a few glances and dared not look again, for fear that his heart and soul would be taken away by the fairy, and he would become Wu Mochen's face control pink.

As usual, Cige spoke a few words on the scene, and 48 tribal representatives in the field entered the field one after another.

The Commander of the Third City Defense Corps of Fengsha City bowed his head to His Royal Highness of the Huang Clan, "Your Highness, please give me a question."

Wu Mochen's red eyes turned around, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was clear and transparent, "Today, the red clouds in the east are burning in the sky, and the rays of the sun are moving. It is quite like the fire of Nirvana for our family, so we will call it Nirvana."

Cige turned to announce in a solemn voice, "The first extra points assessment of the literary test, the topic, Nirvana, the assessment time is three hours, now, time, start!"

It really has something to do with fire, Ning Miao secretly pursed his mouth, Xianjun has nothing new.

There is a piece of silk cloth on the big gold table in front of him. Knowing that there is no paper in this era, Ning Miao added points to the assessment to use such a luxury item as silk cloth.

But what surprised Ning Miao the most was not the expensive silk cloth, but the brushes and inkstones on the side.

Ning Miao picked up the brush and looked at it carefully. The so-called Langhao brush was not made by Langhao. The brush in his hand had a slightly longer edge, which seemed a bit wolfish. Ning Miao tried to dip the ink, and it was full of juice. She hadn't held a brush for many years. , the posture is not standard enough, and it is even less sure to hang the wrist to write. Ning Miao hesitated again and again before making the first stroke.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but after the first stroke, Ning Miao regained the feeling of freely swaying and begging for defeat in the calligraphy class back then.

In the middle of the first line, Ning Miao wrote the title: Jianghu can't help the world's grievances, and they can also spend nine days in Nirvana.

Then on the second line, it is natural to write the respondent, Yiyan clan, Ning Miao.

It took Ning Miao an hour and a half for the manuscript to be completed, and the extra points assessment was obviously much easier. Looking around, Ning Miao found that many tribal examiners were still writing, and she was almost the first Finished.

There is no such thing as handing in the paper in advance. Ning Miao put down the pen and checked her [-]-character standard composition over and over again. She was almost able to memorize it again and again, and finally the golden gong sounded on the high platform.

"Assessment time is up, stop writing and close the paper."

A group of people trotted over to collect the silk books, and Ning Miao stood aside to watch the show. It was fine to collect the test papers in common languages, but to take this one for myself. Those white-haired old scholars on the stage, can they understand?

In the end, Ning Miao didn't see it as a good show.

Because, the examination staff who ran over to collect the test papers only glanced at Ning Miao's silk scripts filled with "foreign languages", and skipped directly to the next golden table.