Literary Examination, Full Score (please follow up)

"I give up."

In the hall, when Qi Ping said these words, everyone in the room had a somewhat complicated look.

Some shook their heads and sighed, while others remained silent.

There was no teasing or anger on Hong Qianhu's face, not even sarcasm.

This is not a good thing, it means that he has completely given up on this new person.

Just like in school, if the teacher disciplines the student, it means that he still thinks that the student has hope, but if he is too lazy to get angry, it means that he is hopeless.

"Qi Ping, don't be impulsive. It's worth writing a little."

Pei Shaoqing, who was standing behind and had not spoken since entering the hospital, became anxious and reminded in a low voice.

He felt that Qi Ping was angry.

Because I was targeted by the examiner, I got angry and said these words.

Extremely unwise.

But Qi Ping was much calmer than him, shaking his head gently to show that he was not a willful young man.

If I insist on writing, can I? Of course I can.

Based on the impression in his mind, Qi Ping is confident that he can get some points, but it will definitely not be very good. In this case, there is really no need to waste time.

"good."

Hong Qianhu had no expression on his face and ordered someone to remove the desk: "You can leave, Pei Shaoqing, you take him to complete the formalities."

With the recommendation of the eldest princess, even if you give up the exam, it will not affect your employment.

However, what happened today will definitely spread, and although no one dares to make any unreasonable comments, Yongning's face will be lost.

"I have another question," Qi Ping suddenly said: "The title says there is a special place in the courtyard, where is it?"

Hong Qianhu frowned and pointed outside: "Under the third peach tree on the left side of the entrance, there is a precious grass with fluctuations in vitality."

Is this a test for cultivation? In other words, a person’s subtle sense of vitality... Qi Ping nodded and said seriously:

"Thank you."

"Go away." Hong Qianhu chased people away.

Pei Shaoqing sighed: "Come with me."

The two of them walked out, and in the corridor, all the people in brocade clothes dispersed one after another, no longer staying, with different thoughts.

Qi Ping had just taken a few steps when he heard Hong Qianhu yelling angrily from behind:

"Why is this tea cold!?"

Turning around, he saw that he was standing by the table, holding the teapot in his hand, looking in a bad mood. When he saw Qi Ping, he spat the tea foam in his mouth on the ground, knowingly or not.

"Pooh."

Qi Ping calmly turned around, walked to the courtyard, stood still, and began to carefully observe the layout of the entire courtyard, writing down every detail.

Pei Shaoqing didn't say anything when he saw this, and so did many Jinyi.

They have seen similar situations many times, and those with poor scores in all assessments often end up like this when they leave.

Human nature.

But...what's the point of reading it again? Is it possible to retake the exam?

Everyone thought about it and dispersed without disturbing him.

No one paid attention to Qi Ping anymore, and after looking at him carefully for a long time, he spoke:

"Again."

…

The scene changes.

Time went back to a quarter of an hour ago.

A group of people walked in the yamen and came to a small courtyard.

"The assessment location is in the courtyard. Lord Zhenfu has ordered us to skip the martial arts test and go directly to the literary test." Hong Qianhu turned around and said indifferently:

"When you enter the examination room, look carefully. If you get distracted, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Qi Ping looked at him quietly without replying.

Just when the latter frowned, he sighed softly and said, "Sir, you may have some misunderstandings about me."

Hong Qianhu was stunned for a moment.

Qi Ping has no content.

Hong Qianhu didn't ask any further questions, and without saying a word, he turned around and walked into the courtyard, with everyone following him. Everything was no different from what it was not long ago.

It's still the small courtyard, and there are still many people in brocade clothes standing under the corridor, looking curiously.

Qi Ping quickly scanned the courtyard to confirm that there were no changes. He walked to the third peach tree, looked at the grass under the tree, and then looked back.

Then, he looked at Jin Yi down the corridor with an extremely serious attitude.

This time, he will try his best to write down the positions and genders of these people.

…

"Is this the new guy? He's so young. He's younger than Shaoqing, right?"

"He looked over. Hey, the time spent observing the courtyard was so short. Can you remember it?" Someone was surprised.

"Maybe you gave up the courtyard and focused on remembering us. This is a smart move." Someone commented.

There is only a short time to walk from the courtyard gate to the inner hall. If you are greedy for too much, it is better to make a choice.

Only Pei Shaoqing was worried, knowing that Qi Ping didn't know the exam questions, but he didn't dare to remind him.

Soon, a group of people came to the corridor.

When Hong Qianhu saw Mo Xiaoqiong, he repeated the conversation before looking at Qi Ping:

"The literary test is now taking place, are you ready?"

Qi Ping came back to his senses, cupped his hands and said, "Yes."

Hong Qianhu frowned. Qi Ping's expression was too calm and inconsistent with what he expected. Although he didn't want to admit it, at this moment, he had a slight change in Qi Ping:

Although his cultivation level is extremely weak, his calmness... is pretty good.

With a wave of his hand, someone brought the table: "You can only use one stick of incense..."

A common question.

After Qi Ping listened, he did not rush to write. Instead, he closed his eyes, sorted out the observed information in his mind, and constructed a model of the courtyard, just like...as he did in Fan Mansion.

This performance has different meanings in the eyes of different people.

Mo Xiaoqiong smiled and didn't really care.

Hong Qianhu was a little uneasy, this was different from what he imagined.

Pei Shaoqing was worried, knowing that this was too difficult for Qi Ping, so he gritted his teeth and said:

"Sir Qianhu, Qi Ping has been tired of traveling and traveling today, and has lost a lot of energy. I wonder if I can give you some time."

Hong Qianhu snorted: "What is your assessment? Besides, since he is a talent recommended by the eldest princess, he must be outstanding."

An old onmyoji.

Many people in Jinyi were surprised, not knowing that this young man was actually recommended by the emperor's sister, and they were looking forward to it even more.

"Can you do it? Time is running out." Hong Qianhu urged.

The next second, Qi Ping suddenly opened his eyes, walked to the small table, picked up the pen, filled in the ink, and the pen moved smoothly, without any hesitation.

It’s as if...there’s no need to remember it at all!

While drawing, he said:

"There are five mountain and stone blocks in this courtyard, from large to small, in Zhuan, Kun, Zhen, Li, Duiwei..."

He used Bagua to refer to directions.

"There are also thirteen trees, six peach trees, two pears, five irrigation trees..."

Each time a word is read, an ink stain is made on the paper, supplemented by sequence, and in a blink of an eye, the courtyard description is completed.

Qi Ping paused slightly, turned his wrist slightly, and pointed towards the corridor:

"In the courtyard, there are twenty-three people in brocade clothes on the left, the second female, from west to east, located... twenty-seven on the right, and the fifth female, from east to west, located..."

His speaking speed is fast, his writing is faster, and his voice is firm and clear, which can be heard in all directions.

When he painted the courtyard buildings, everyone looked calm.

When he pointed out rocks and trees, Hong Qianhu looked at him unexpectedly, and Mo Xiaoqiong's eyes lit up.

When he finished decorating the brocade clothes on the corridor one by one, no one in the venue could maintain their composure, and everyone changed their color.

Hong Qianhu's eyes blazed brightly as he stared at the pattern on the table, his heart filled with shock.

He stared at the young man in green as if he had seen a ghost.

The other few, Jin Yi, who had followed all the way, also had similar expressions.

Only they knew that Hong Qianhu did not explain the content of the exam, but only mentioned it in a vague way.

Under such circumstances, Qi Ping's performance was too...horrifying.

"The layout of the courtyard is as shown below." At this time, Qi Ping completed the drawing, put down his ink pen, and said calmly:

"As for the special features in the hospital, my cultivation level is low and my perception is not clear. I can only roughly notice it. It is under the third peach tree on the left side of the hospital... Please correct me."

As soon as the words fell, the whole place fell into silence.

After being stunned for a short time, Hong Qianhu, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes, suddenly grabbed the drawings on the table. He couldn't even wait for the ink to dry, and walked into the courtyard to compare them one by one. His behavior was so grand that everyone was shocked.

Not long after, the comparison was completed, and he stood in the corridor, holding the light piece of papyrus, standing still.

"Sir?" Jin Yi called from the side.

"Exactly." He murmured.

"What?" Mo Xiaoqiong, who had pale skin and a smile on his face, walked out and asked.

"Everything is correct," Hong Qianhu looked at him blankly, then looked at Qi Ping with an extremely complicated, shocking and puzzled look, and announced:

"Literary test, perfect score!"
Chapter completed!