Yang Wei didn't expect that Wei Ba would even speak dirty words on such occasions. He didn't react for a moment. Because he was too big, his eyes turned a little bit small, and suddenly his face turned red. He took two steps back, became furious, stretched out his fingers and pointed at Wei Ba. He was about to curse, but suddenly saw Zhuge Qiao beside him with a bad expression. He remembered that not only were there many people watching, but also a woman present, and quickly closed his mouth tightly.

If he didn't say anything, he could take it back, but the finger he stretched out could not just take it back. He pointed at Wei Ba, so angry that he couldn't even speak in a thorough manner: "You...you..."

Wei Ba leaned back and snorted, and the smile on his face became even stronger. He kneaded his fingers and chatted and laughed.

"A long time ago, someone pointed at me with his fingers, and I twisted two fingers and slapped his butt. The day before yesterday, Liu Yan pointed at me with his fingers, and slapped him with a finger. Now you point at me with your fingers, and I don't know where to break a few fingers?"

Dunwu, who was standing behind Wei Ba, heard this and recalled it, and couldn't help but laugh secretly. The young master seemed to have had a bad habit recently and would break people's fingers at any time. I wonder if this idiot would suffer the same fate today.

Yang Wei didn't know that Wei Ba had already twisted Manager Zhang's finger before this, but he knew that Liu Yan's two fingers were twisted by Wei Ba and slapped him hard by Wei Ba. After hearing Wei Ba's threatening words, he subconsciously put his hand back and hid it in front of his chest. He just put it away, and felt that this was too timid. He wanted to stretch it out again and compete with Wei Ba. However, when he saw Wei Ba's eager eyes, he was afraid that Wei Ba would really twist his fingers. Just like Liu Yan, he hesitated for a long time and did not dare to stretch it out again, but a little white face was almost bleeding.

"Do you want to try?" Wei Ba pinched his hands from time to time and said temptingly: "I'm very quick, it's all right away."

The people who were watching the archery discovered the conflict here and turned their heads one after another. Even the person who was shooting the archery no longer shot. Ma Dai in the examiner's table saw Yang Yi and looked at Yang Yi. He was about to get up to stop him, but Yang Yi was lifted up. Yang Yi had a face with her eyes hanging down, and her hands holding on the table were exposed with blue veins, which was obviously about to explode.

Yang Wei's eyes drown, instinctively trying to avoid Wei Ba's vicious eyes, but he refused to give in. He froze there, either, either forward or retreat. He glanced at Yang Yi secretly, and even more afraid to retreat. Zhuge Qiao looked at him quietly, and waited for a while, when Yang Wei was about to be unable to hold on, then he got up to rescue: "Yuan Xiu, why are you making a fuss with Brother Wei? He is a man of wiseness, and he will be able to say it right later. Can you do it?"

Yang Wei left in shame with relief. Seeing that the fun and saw that the situation was not good, they turned their heads and pretended to continue watching the archery, as if the confrontation had not happened before. Yang Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glared at his son with regret, his eyes twitched twice, and his face was a little dull.

Ma Dai also sat down again and carefully watched the person shooting the archery. The girl sitting behind him raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at Wei Ba with a little angry, surprised, and a little admiration.

Wei Ba did not notice this, so he leaned against Zhuge Qiao: "Brother Zhuge, do you really want to see my joke?"

Zhuge Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Where did Brother Wei start with this? Why am I going to laugh at you?"

Wei Ba narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhuge Qiao with a smile: "I treat you as a friend, but you want to treat me as a monkey, right? Why do you say it? If I could speak it well, would I still sit here?"

Zhuge Qiao laughed in silence: "It turns out that it's for this matter. Brother Wei is too modest. Didn't Brother Wei just say the generals just? He wrote it down without changing a word, and even if he met the Prime Minister, he would like to praise him. To be honest, the Prime Minister once said similar things when he was free, but he was far less careful than Brother Wei said."

Wei Ba Da Khan, this was originally the masterpiece of Prime Minister Zhuge. I just copied it, okay? He was a little annoyed: "I said it, that's not my own opinion, that's what I heard."

Zhuge Qiao asked slowly, "Where did Brother Wei hear it? I guess he is not an ordinary person who has such a clever view? Can you take me to visit?"

Wei Ba was speechless. Visiting is not easy. You are a treasure who meets you every day. But Zhuge Qiao will definitely not believe this. He scratched his head, got up and wanted to leave. Zhuge Qiao grabbed him and said with a smile: "You want to escape in the battle, aren't you afraid of the power of General Zhenbei?"

Thinking of his father's stinky face, Wei Ba dared not leave. He looked at Zhuge Qiao resentfully: "I said, you are too unkind, dig a hole and let me jump, right?"

Zhuge Qiao looked aggrieved and spread his hands out, "Brother Wei, you really wronged me."

Wei Ba cut his teeth and pointed at Zhuge Qiao: "If you have you, remember it for me." After a while, he said again: "Is this inheritance of your biological father, or is it that those who are close to Chrysanthemum are red, and those who are close to ink are black?"

Zhuge Qiao blinked his eyes and looked at Wei Ba with a blank look on his face. Wei Ba was speechless. He understood that Zhuge Qiao was a kind of despicable person, and he was the kind of person who was not worthy of his life. At this point, he was really in a difficult situation.

He was so anxious that he scratched his ears and foreheads, but even if he scratched his face, he could not write poems. The poems were better, and he could barely steal two poems. What should I do if I could do this fu? No one. As for the theory, it was even more blind. His idol was Zhuge Liang, but Zhuge Liang had a lot of titles, such as military strategists, politicians, and even monsters and fortune tellers who could summon wind and rain, but there were no writers.

Prime Minister, why are you not a writer?

Otherwise, I will go up and shoot arrows, and I may be able to cover it once or twice if I have good luck. Wei Ba is a little worried about breaking the can.

Zhuge Qiao looked at Wei Ba with concern: "Brother Wei, are you okay?"

"What do you think?" Wei Ba said angrily: "I'm in trouble. I tell you, if I get into something urgent, you will be the culprit."

Zhuge Qiao looked at him gloatingly: "Not that, Brother Wei, you are really good at joking."

Wei Ba’s aura was so bitter that he ignored him. This kid was too bad. He dug a big hole and asked me to jump. This time he was embarrassed and he was going to throw it to grandma’s house.

Seeing Wei Ba's look of tears without tears, the girl who had been paying attention to him was happy in her heart. She raised the corner of her mouth slightly, but couldn't laugh. She glanced at it and happened to meet the surprised gaze that Zhuge Qiao cast. She smiled awkwardly and lowered her head quickly.

When Wei Ba was angry, the archery exam was over. Next was a written test, which was held at the same time as civil service considerations. The person began to write articles with a careful and careful writing. Wei Ba also put a pair of pens and ink in front of him, but Wei Ba held his hand and looked at the refined cocoon paper in Shu in a daze, not knowing what he should write or what he could write.

Yang Wei was writing anxiously, and occasionally looked at Wei Ba secretly. Seeing Wei Ba's face full of sorrow, he sat still and didn't move. He knew that he had not written a word, so he couldn't help but feel good, and his thoughts became smoother, and he was like a spring of thoughts and a brilliant pen.

In the end, even Dunwu couldn't stand it anymore, so he leaned into Wei Ba's ear and advised, "Young Master, just write a few sentences casually, it's better than not writing a single word."

Wei Ba sighed, what's the use of writing a few sentences? My literary level is that I can't write anything I can read. I still have the chance to be a hero when I hand in a blank paper. If I write a few sentences, it's just a black and white text, a stain for a lifetime.

When Wei Ba was frowning, Yang Wei was the first to complete the paper. After a while, Zhuge Qiao also completed it. Next, someone came forward to hand in the paper in groups of three or three. After everyone's papers were handed over, Yang Yi and Ma Dai communicated for a while, stood up, and said aloud: "Is there anyone who has not finished it? It's getting late. Hurry up, and I and Captain Ma and I have to explain to the Prime Minister."

Everyone's eyes turned to Wei Ba. Now the only one who has not completed it is Wei Ba. He has not completed it, but he has not started yet. The paper on the table is still a piece of white paper.

"Father, please wait for a moment." Yang Wei stood up and said loudly: "Wei Ba, the son of General Zhenbei, has not completed it yet. He is probably planning a masterpiece. As soon as he comes out, he may be shocked and recited all over the world. For such a good article, my father should wait a moment. Good articles are always worth waiting."

Yang Yi stroked her beard and sneered: "Of course, you are not afraid of waiting for a good article. If you are afraid, you will be afraid. In the end, you will still be a piece of white paper and no drop of ink."

Yang Wei burst into laughter exaggeratedly. Zhuge Qiao remained silent and looked at Wei Ba quietly. The others didn't speak much. Even Fu Xing in the wheelchair lowered his head, as if he was paying silence for Wei Ba.

Wei Ba's face was as deep as water, and his eyes shrank in waves. Under the gaze of everyone, he suddenly laughed, held his hands on the table, slowly stood up, picked up the paper on the table with both hands, and gently teared it in half.

Everyone was stunned. Yang Yi's eyes trembled and he snorted contemptuously: "Why, can't I write too many words and can't I get such a large piece of paper?"

Yang Wei laughed strangely, like a male duck in heat.

Wei Ba stood up, lowered his head, and walked slowly to Yang Yi with his hands behind his back. He looked at his toes for a while and slowly raised his head until his eyes looked at Yang Yi. He and Yang Yi stood too close to him, and after he raised his head, he could almost breathe and smell it. Yang Yi sank his face, and water was about to drip from his face.

"I dare to ask Yang Zongjun, which article do you value the Prime Minister?"

Yang Yi snorted coldly and answered disdainfully. At this time, Yang Wei rushed over like a fighting little rooster and said loudly: "Who doesn't know that my father is valued by the prime minister because my father's mathematics is unparalleled in the world."

"Oh, it turns out to be a calculation, not an article." Wei Ba looked like he suddenly realized: "So, as long as he studies the calculation well, he can enter the Prime Minister's Mansion. It doesn't matter whether he can write poetry or not?"

Yang Yi heard Wei Ba’s provocation, and his eyes tightened and nodded: “That’s true. If your math can surpass me, I can choose you as the best. I strongly recommend you to the Prime Minister to work in the Prime Minister’s Mansion.”

"Thank you, Yang for joining the army to encourage the advancement." Wei Ba took a step back and bowed: "Wei Ba is not talented, so he is willing to ask Yang Jun for advice based on his superficial calculations."———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————
Chapter completed!