Seeing that Master Wei still had a straight face and said nothing, he called out helplessly.

"teacher……"

Wei Xihe was still unhappy and asked, "How are you going to find him? This man's whereabouts are so mysterious that even the king cannot find him."

The implication is that he is persuading Zhou Wuhuan not to waste his efforts.

But Zhou Wuhuan said, "He just showed up at Wenshengxue Palace not long ago. I think he is still in spring."

Wei Xihe was silent, "..."

Even though he was under house arrest, he still had good information on this aspect. Wei Xi was awkward with him for a while, and finally said, "Just follow His Highness."

He knew that his teacher had always had nothing to do with him, Zhou Wuhuan smiled.

After greeting the King of Qi, Zhou Wuhuan was expelled to the mansion outside the palace. His original mansion was taken away, and now he lives in a small and dilapidated old house. Of course, compared with the small one, this is a dilapidated house.

For ordinary people, it actually looks pretty passable.

But when Wei Xihe saw it, he almost lost his temper and couldn't control it.

"Your Majesty is really... really..."

Thousands of words rolled around his tongue, leaving him speechless.

The King of Qi has always treated Zhou Wuhuan like this, when will things get better?

In fact, both of them knew it, but sometimes it was inevitable that they would feel cold.

Zhou Wuhuan smiled bitterly, "Teacher, don't be angry. It's just a place to stay. It doesn't matter where you live."

Wei Xihe was so angry that his eyes were red. He turned around and said, "But you are the young master! The son of King Qi!"

But he lets you live in a house that is no different from a private house, without any of the regulations that a young master should have. This is obviously humiliating and embarrassing.

But Zhou Wuhuan didn't think that this grievance was nothing after he had just experienced ups and downs.

After persuading Wei Xihe to go back, he thought about how to force the Spring and Autumn Spectators to show up.

The next day, along with the news that the eldest son Zhou Wuhuan had been released, and the news that he wanted to live in the Wenshengxue Palace, without any soldiers, and to stay alone in the waterside pavilion, sincerely inviting spring and autumn spectators to come and stay for a while, spread to everyone

in the ears.

Also, people were surprised if he never left until he saw the Chunqiu spectators.

It seems that Zhou Wuhuan is determined to see this person this time.

In the palace of King Qi, the old King of Qi slammed the desk angrily and cursed, "This traitor! What does he want to do again!"

Jiang Zhen'er on the side stepped forward and took King Qi's hand and stroked it gently. Seeing the red mark on his hand, her face felt distressed, "Who are you angry with, your Majesty, but no matter who it is, you should do the same."

Just cherish your own body."

The beauty's soft words of concern greatly calmed the anger in King Qi's heart, but when he thought of Zhou Wuhuan, he still said in a bad tone, "Who else could it be but the eldest son of the widow?"

"I spend my whole day thinking about recruiting talents and making connections. I'm not dead yet! He can't wait to get the throne under me!"

The news that Zhou Wuhuan invited the Spring and Autumn Spectators to meet greatly aroused the sensitive nerves of King Qi, and even the suspicion of whether he was planning to rebel was raised.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry..."

Seeing that King Qi's anger was rising again, Jiang Zhen'er quickly stroked his chest, and the latter felt much better.

After weighing it, Jiang Zhen'er did not answer the words, but Xiaoyi said cleverly, "Aren't you angry again? Even if you don't listen to me, you should listen to His Highness."

"He always wants the king to take care of his body."

Mentioning his most beloved son Zhou Wu Jiahe, King Qi was really angry. He felt that it was not worth the damage to his body because of Zhou Wuhuan, a rebellious son. He still kept these old bones to plan for his beloved son.

Sometimes people's preferences are so unreasonable. King Qi hated Zhou Wuhuan, but loved Zhou Wu Jiahe extremely. Even Jiang Zhen'er couldn't explain all the reasons.

Not long ago, when Zhou Wuhuan came to pay his respects, she secretly glanced at Zhou Wuhuan from behind the screen. He was a filial and polite person, but it was a pity that he was not liked by King Qi.

And here, Xiao Jiu was busy participating in the second competition of Qianqiu Trial, and had no time to pay attention to Zhou Wuhuan.

"Second Qianqiu test, enter the mountain!"

"Find wooden signs with questions written on them in the mountains and forests, and the one with the most answers wins!"

"I will only take the first fifteen, and I hope you will give it your best effort."

The attendant standing guard in front of the mountain simply said a few words, stepped aside, and invited the contestants in front of the mountain road to enter the competition without saying anything more.

Xiao Jiu and Gongsun Sheng looked at each other from a distance across a few people, nodded and then moved away naturally.

This form of competition is not suitable for multiple people at all. Who gets the wooden card?

So the crowd dispersed one after another, and three or two people chose to team up and work together, and finally the number of wooden cards was evenly divided.

Xiao Jiu didn't form a team with anyone and took a small path to go up the mountain alone.

As he walked, he was still thinking about the fact that there were no rules for this competition. Did he mean that even if he snatched other people's signs in the mountains, or that someone with good skills would find all the wooden signs first and hide them?

, this way you can easily win the spot.

Although Xiao Jiu thought of this, he had no intention of doing so, and he would not resort to such small tricks.

Not long after walking, he saw a wooden sign hanging on the tree in front of him. When he took it down and looked at it, a question was written on it, "A fisherman catches three fish, releases one, gives one away, kills one, what's the answer?"

There was a small carving knife next to it. Xiao Jiu picked it up and carved out the answer without thinking.

"Letting it go is to fish for an endless stream and bring about one's own destruction; to share what is gained with others is to build friendship and to calm jealousy; and to kill it in the end is to survive and satisfy one's hunger."

After answering, Xiao Jiu hung the sign back up and left.

After a while, a figure quickly came to the place where Xiao Jiu had been answering questions, took down the wooden sign from the tree and took it away.

Xiao Jiu quietly saw this scene from behind a tree in the distance, understood something in her heart, and left with peace of mind.

Finally, all the wooden signs that everyone had answered appeared in a pavilion on the top of the mountain, accumulating more and more.

Mr. Qingxi suddenly said, "Why don't you come and check the answer?"

"You obviously came up with this method yourself, why are you so lazy now?"

He was checking the answers on the wooden sign one by one, and circled the correct answers with a red pen. On the side, Dean Kou was sleeping on the pillar, his head moving slowly, and he seemed to be lazy.

wake.

He is the most leisurely person in the entire pavilion, and the others are always busy.

Dean Kou half-opened his eyes, half asleep and awake, and said confusedly, "I came up with the method, why do you want me to do the work?"

It seems that he doesn't understand, and he also seems to complain.

"Haha..." Several people in the pavilion couldn't help but chuckle after hearing this.

In the end, Dean Kou was arrested by Mr. Qingxi and put to work. Just a simple count of the number of excellent answers from each test made him lament that he would not do another Qianqiu test next year.

After hearing this, a few people couldn't help but murmur in their hearts. The Qianqiu Test happens every ten years, so of course you don't have to do it again next year.

In the second round, only fifty people entered the test. They were sorted according to the number of wooden cards obtained by each person's name, and the best answers were taken out and ranked. In this way, points were added and points were subtracted, and the rankings were quickly determined.

The first place was an unknown scribe, and then the names of the other fourteen people were selected. A total of fifteen people passed the second round of competition, and Xiao Jiu and Gongsun Sheng happened to be among them.

Tomorrow is the third game. Qianqiu Daxian will take the test himself, and in the end only ten people will be able to board the Qiongying Terrace.

"Brother, you must come back with a leader tomorrow!"

Xiao Jiu successfully passed the second game, Xiao Ying was extremely happy, and her confidence in Xiao Jiu taking the lead was unprecedentedly high.

Oxfam did the same and nodded firmly, "Junior brother, I think the leader must be yours."

The other winners who passed by snorted coldly and looked at each other, the smell of gunpowder gradually rising. After all, whoever participates in the Qianqiu test does not want to be the leader. Where is Xiao Ying?

See for yourself.

The three people who were looked at with hostility for no reason were silent. Afterwards, Xiao Ying whispered unconvincedly, "The leader belongs to my brother, and no one else can take it away!"

"Ying'er..." Xiao Jiu said helplessly, "Don't talk nonsense, it's still too early."

Xiao Ying was also afraid that she would accidentally provoke public anger. After the last time she was provoked, she knew she had to restrain herself.

Therefore, I don’t answer and just stick to my own opinion in my heart.

Early on the third day, the entrance and exit of Wenshengxue Palace were strictly controlled, limiting the number of people entering.

For this reason, the location of the third competition is decided to be in this four-party meeting hall.

The initial bustle of people turned into silence. The room was empty, the doors and windows were closed, and the light was dim. There was only a stray ray of skylight on the wooden platform on the first floor for people to debate.

The light shone down from the dome that day, diluting the surrounding darkness.

It was clearly daytime, but entering the building felt like walking into darkness. The silence was so scary that a few bright lights along the road cast a warm yellow light. The room was quiet. Xiao Jiu slowly walked onto the stage and looked around, vaguely thinking in his mind.

You can see the hustle and bustle here yesterday.

He knew that someone in the building was looking at him. They were great sages and scholars from various countries who had come to comment on Qianqiu.

His teacher was among them.

"Who is coming?"

The questions coming downstairs sounded like voices coming from outside, with an air of age and distance.
To be continued...