"The time is a stick of incense, and candidates must not cheat, otherwise they will be removed from the Chaoyue Club once discovered-"

"Start—"

Cheng Jingyun was concentrating on the candidates who were bowing their heads to answer, and suddenly a sharp glance at a man in Tsing Yi was sharp.

Instead of sitting on the wooden benches and chairs that were uniformly distributed, the man was in a wheelchair.

Yes, wheelchairs.

His legs were covered with a thin light-colored blanket that made it impossible to see below, and upwards, the man wore a mask on his face.

Mask?

Cheng Jingyun looked at it carefully in puzzlement, the mask was not custom-made, it was a bit like the kind sold next to the usual street stalls for fun.

What made Cheng Jingyun wonder was not that he was wearing a mask, but how he could appear in this Chaoyue meeting with a mask.

This Chaoyue Club should all use the real name, but it is not guaranteed that there will be a pseudonym, but the probability is very small, this man is so open-minded with a mask that has not been taken off by Ge Ling, Cheng Jingyun seems to smell a catty smell.

After thinking for a moment, Cheng Jingyun simply kept staring at him.

Seeing that this person's pen movements were smooth and there was no pause at all, an occasional pause was just that the pen ran out of ink and needed to dip the ink in the inkstone.

For others, she observed that there was also a pen that she kept writing, but more often frowned and hesitated.

Just watching, time passed quickly, and as the last bit of scarlet of the pillar of incense fell to ashes, a "It's time—" followed.

After all, 100 people is not a small number, and this kind of use is their own people, the general problem is not big, and they are all changed under Song Zhancheng's nose, and there is no greasy cheating.

When Cheng Jingyun finished eating a plate of osmanthus cake and drinking three cups of tea, she finally waited for the result.

She sat in this hidden place with a good perspective, and secondly, to avoid Song Zhancheng, when she knew that it was Song Zhancheng's ghost who was in charge, she knew that she suddenly had a weak heart, and there was a little bit of anger, anyway, she just didn't want him to know.

The result was good, he hadn't swept his eyes to her for so long.

At this time, Song Zhancheng, who was sitting on the top seat, seemed to have a sense of it, and swept his gaze downward, and then retracted his gaze, this time there will be more people than the previous time, this is the conclusion he reached.

Then I remembered a certain princess of my own family, I don't know if she heard what he said to her last night, this morning leap meeting will not be held for much time, and it will basically be over before three o'clock in the afternoon.

So he told her last night that he would come back and have lunch with her.

But looking at the sleepy appearance of his princess last night, he was a little helpless, with a little doting smile.

He's been a lot busy lately, so he doesn't spend much time in the mansion, and he doesn't spend much time with her, but he doesn't know anything big about it when it does, and even if it happens, I'm afraid he doesn't know.

Thinking of this, Song Zhancheng began to reflect on himself, whether it was not good to get married just now, so he was ready to secretly think about how to throw some unimportant official duties on Song Jinghe.

Speaking of Song Jinghe, Song Zhancheng's dark eyes narrowed and raised his eyebrows, this Song Jinghe has been a lot of peace in recent days, he doesn't fight or grab, and some important things are not like he usually argues in the court.

This surprised him a little, but it was good, he didn't bother to spend extra time on these useless things, and he didn't have time to accompany his own princess.

Cheng Jingyun didn't know that Song Zhancheng, who was far away from her, thought about a lot of twists and turns, and she was listening attentively to the results of this communiqué.

Fifty people passed, and all forty of them answered correctly.

More than half of the people were killed in the first attempt, which made Cheng Jingyun sigh lightly that this degree of rigor was not as strict as the scientific examination.

Then she found out that the masked man was also on the clearance list, and as she expected, it was a bit of a pity that everyone in the Chaoyue Society was holding an identity number, and would not directly announce the name.

It doesn't matter if Jingyun doesn't know, if she doesn't know, she doesn't know, and she doesn't have to know, or she's just a little curious about this person.

After the first try, there is a quarter of an hour break.

Then the Pavilion began to murmur.

"Wow, that's more than half of the people weed."

"It's not, it's always been the first time that the Chaoyue will eliminate the most people, you may not know, this is still the one with the most people left, I remember that there was a time when there were more than a dozen people left on the first try."

"Damn! Is it so slippery?! More than a dozen?? ”

The person who spoke raised his eyebrows and affirmed: "Of course, I am the one who has watched the three Chaoyue Meeting, and the people who stand at the end are all talents among talents." The words changed and his eyes were a little excited, "But this is also the first time that the Prince of Jin has been in charge, and the highlights are very high, and I look forward to seeing the final results of this session." ”

"Dude is amazing, I've watched three sessions, and I'm only here to ...... this session"

Cheng Jingyun didn't listen to the conversation later, she thoughtfully played with the teacup between her fingers, didn't speak, held her jaw and quietly waited for the next try to start.

On the other side, in a private room in the easternmost part of the atrium, sat another wave of people.

In the private room, the stove was smoky, and a deep voice came from behind.

"You're so willing?"

"What can you do if you are unwilling, you don't know, now in this court, it is obvious that the father has begun to waver."

The person who sat behind through the secret curtain was the crown prince, Song Jinghyuk.

Song Jinghe leaned sideways, his elbows against the chair and supported his forehead, his narrow eyes slightly closed, and he looked at Song Zhancheng on the middle corridor through the secret curtain.

His eyes were dim and uncertain, as if he had heard something funny, and the corners of his lips pulled out a touch of mockery, "What do you think will happen to this Chaoyue?" ”

The person next to him didn't seem to expect him to ask this suddenly, so he replied: "The meeting of selecting talents and talents, the gathering of talents, once every three years, is quite grand, and there are many more people who stand out today than last time." ”

They had been paying attention before, so naturally they saw the results of the first attempt.

The man leaning on the soft couch let out a low chuckle that made Yale frown.

He and Song Jinghe came here today to find a remote place to watch on the day of the Chaoyue Club, and the purpose can be imagined, that is, he can't figure out why he is laughing at the moment.

Song Jinghe sat up suddenly, his laughter stopped abruptly, and his face was gloomy, "You also know the importance of this Chaoyue Meeting, but my father gave full power to Song Zhancheng to handle it, and he didn't ask me what I meant, don't you know what it expressed?!" ”

The tone was quite fierce, and he casually smashed a teacup on the sandalwood table next to him.

Yale's eyebrows jumped suddenly, and he closed his eyes and pulled his lips into silence.

Of course he knew, but he knew that he came to him to find a solution, but he was still losing his temper here, and he didn't know how to seize the opportunity now.

Shh

He deserves to be his advisor.

"What are you going to do?"

"Do what you have to do, I must let him see who is the master of the East Palace!"

No matter how capable he is, if his father does not abolish the prince one day, he will still have a chance one day.

He Song Jinghe didn't believe that this Song Zhancheng could still cover the sky with one hand in Kyoto, but.

Song Jinghyuk narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand to beckon Yale over, and whispered for a while.

But there are still some things that need to be implemented.

Yale narrowed his eyes, and the inverted triangular eyes finally showed a smile, fortunately, this Song Jinghe was not stupid.

The two of them slid their gaze back to the bottom of the low corridor.