Yin Wuyan raised his eyelids and glanced at the bulging cheeks. The little girl who thought she was unlucky, her deep eyes fell on her homework again. The neat and elegant style of the Pavilion looked pleasing to the eye, and there was no need for articles to write every word from the question to solve the topic.
, lofty intentions.
After a quick review, Yin Wuyan had to admit that Zhan Feiyu's question was of top quality, and if he really wanted to pick it, he would lose in his literary talent.
This article "The Benevolence of Lili" expresses its thoughts and its rhetoric is a bit gorgeous. However, since the emperor ascended the throne, the imperial examinations every three years have been dominated by current affairs, and the poetry and literary talent are just icing on the cake.
Zhan Feiyu didn't dare to speak anymore, and instantly felt nervous that the poor student was being checked by the director.
Especially when the article I wrote last night was put down, it would be fine if my elder brother didn't say a word, but his fingers were tapped on the paper with rhythm, which made Zhan Feiyu straighten his back and his attitude.
The more you need, the more you need.
"What are you planning on Wu'an Hou Mansion?" The topic turned to You Bawang. Yin Wuyan looked at Zhan Feiyu who was slightly stunned, and then immediately relaxed. A smile flashed quickly in his deep phoenix eyes.
, Where did the courage to pounce on yourself just now?
If you don’t mention your homework, it’s your good job. Everyone is happy. Zhan Feiyu laughed. “You Bawang Buy the servant from the usual mansion sneaked into the backyard. He was still alive when I left.”
"After Mrs. Chang's birthday party, Mrs. Chang and Mrs. Chang interrogated the servants in the mansion. You Bawang was stabbed by the prison chief Lai San after disguise and was about to be killed. Lai San also committed suicide by taking poison. Even if this matter is a mess, it will be a big deal.
The Golden Palace can't even hang on me."
Zhan Feiyu shrugged helplessly, "I heard that Prison Bai and Lord Chang both submitted a memorial to apologize, but the emperor stayed at the throne and refused to issue it."
From Bai Zhaohui being almost killed to You Bawang being killed, one after another, one after another was to Shuntian Prefecture and Dali Temple. Zhan Feiyu felt that he was really wronged.
But those men who planned the plan were hiding behind the scenes and asked Mrs. Hou Du and Princess Rui to fight in front of each other. Zhan Feiyu instantly felt like a scholar met a soldier, and was powerless to explain.
"Big brother, no wonder the emperor has not made up his mind to become a crown prince until now, and is aiming at the method behind the scenes." Zhan Feiyu raised his eyebrows and twitched in disgust, "If you want to fight for power, you are not a sting.
The offspring of an official is to let the woman do something, but he hides behind and adds the fire. Such a method that cannot be put on the table is enough to be despicable, no matter which prince it is."
The prefect of Shuntian Prefecture is in charge of all affairs in the capital. Although the minister of Dali Temple is only responsible for the trial and judgment of cases, once the battle for the crown prince begins, some officials will definitely be sent to prison, and the importance of Dali Temple will be revealed.
"No words." Yin Wuyan's voice was slightly deeper. He seemed to be reprimanding and warning words, but there was no slight anger on his handsome face. It was obviously indulging Zhan Feiyu to vent a few words. After all, being caught in was indeed a frustrating enough.
Squinted his eyes and smiled, Zhan Feiyu nodded when he was taught, "I understand the disaster comes from my mouth, and I promise I won't say it outside."
Speaking of this, Zhan Feiyu couldn't help but move the chair to Yin Wuyan, "Big brother, which prince is the one who took action behind this scene?"
"I don't know." Yin Wuyan threw out two words expressionlessly, but picked up the homework stacked on the side and looked up again.
"Wait a minute!" The sound of stopping sounded. Zhan Feiyu stood up from the chair and rushed towards the desk regardless of the matter. His white and tender claws quickly reached towards the homework that had just been picked up by Yin Wuyan.
Even Yin Wuyan didn't expect that the reaction would be so great when he hit Zhan Feiyu. He subconsciously hugged the person who rushed over with his left arm, while his right hand moved a stack of homework a little further.
The short must be a short hand... Zhan Feiyu looked at the homework that was close but not reachable without tears. He used all his strength to struggle hard, but unfortunately his arm was imprisoned on her waist.
Just like an iron circle, Zhan Feiyu failed to move forward at all.
After a while.
Sitting upright like a good baby, Zhan Feiyu looked at Yin Wuyan who was looking through his homework page by page. Who made him feel inferior?
Yin Wuyan put down the article in his hand, and suddenly, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, but below was a poem, which was a poem titled "Pear Blossoms", which was a very normal title.
Although the spring exam will not test poetry, there will be a feast for hairpins and flowers, and there will definitely be a poem for chanting poems. Moreover, if a scholar with fame and fortune in the Daqing Dynasty does not have a few poems that can be used, he will be embarrassed to call himself a literati.
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There were seven or eight sentences written from top to bottom on the paper in front of Yin Wuyan, but the first sentence was related to pear blossoms: mandarin ducks formed a pair of nights in the quilt, and a tree of pear blossoms pressed against the crabapple.
It would be fine if it was just this sentence, Zhan Feiyu frowned and wished he could use his toes to pull out a basement and disappear on the spot.
...
The room was strangely quiet. Zhan Feiyu didn't dare to breathe at this moment, but only hated that he was humble at that time.
The spring exam is approaching, and I read and read day and night. I don’t see the pear blossom poems, Zhan Feiyu’s brain twitches, and these poems come to my mind. Who would have thought that the consequence of having fun for myself is that life is worse than death at this moment.