"It's not pretty. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The words are not spoken.

The girl tilted her head and looked at Mo Fei next to her, with an imperceptible fierceness in her eyes, and fled in an instant. Then, he glanced at the miserable hand of the obscene man, and said indifferently: "You said that the most direct method should be used to kill people. I think...... It's the same with beatings. ”

Mo Fei thought about it for a while, and said with a smile: "That's true." ”

……

The atmosphere is very weird, and the four people wailing on the ground are in stark contrast to the maids and Mo Fei who are not shocked.

"What's going on?" A few greasy hairs lay wilting on Yu Xiaohua's head. At this time, he was hunched over, his hands behind his back, and his brows were tightly locked. Behind them stood two rows of guards from the academy

The lewd man just now rolled around, and said in pain: "Deacon Yu, it's her, this...... Oops. ”

"Nonsense! Grandpa Yu, he was beaten just now because he wanted to be indecent people. I saw it all. ”

When the lewd man saw that it was Li Qingqing who spoke, he was afraid of the other party's identity, and he didn't dare to contradict it, so he only cried bitterly: "She beat her...... Oops! ”

Yu Xiaohua looked at the lewd man and frowned in disgust. He is a martial artist, and he hates the way men cry bitterly, and now it coincides with the selection of the academy, and the matter is too big to be missed. happened again, and I was even more angry in my heart.

"Take these four down." Yu Xiaohua waved her hand impatiently, and several guards behind her rushed forward, and without saying anything, they tied up the four people and walked into the distance.

Yu Xiaohua's method is very direct and effective, this method of cutting through the mess with a quick knife does not need to be reasonable, and it is not necessary to waste the power of the tongue.

This is very much in line with Yu Xiaohua Takefu's behavior.

"You kid, just a few days after you came to the academy, you made a lot of trouble. It's okay now, ......, the academy has a rule, but you can't go back to answer after getting out of the examination room. See what you do? Yu Xiaohua's expression was a little gloating, but there was some regret in her words.

Looking at Mo Fei's indifferent expression, Yu Xiaohua snorted angrily and muttered, "This kid can really hold his breath!" After saying that, he glanced at the girl meaninglessly, and turned to leave.

'This kid' is an affectionate name for the younger generation. "But I can hold my breath", although there is a feeling of regret, there is also a sense of appreciation.

It's a pity that Mo Fei and Yu Xiaohua are not familiar with each other, so naturally they don't understand the weight of this sentence.

The student next to him was stunned for a while, and then guessed or deduced that the black-clothed young man in front of him was Mo Fei. After talking about it for a long time, the unanimous result was that there was no way to pass the selection, and naturally there was no way to participate in the Tang Dynasty Cultural Conference.

Listening to the whispers next to him, Mo Fei laughed silently, and then touched his nose. Thinking that he couldn't return to the examination room in full view, he simply gave up and found a corner with Yaya to rest.

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"Boom! Boom! Boom! "The mountain bell struck three times in a row.

"It's time, stop."

The school yard was suddenly boiling, and those who wept bitterly and those who were elated all made hysterical sounds like killing pigs.

This long-lost sense of familiarity reminds me that after the college entrance examination every year in my previous life, there were even more scenes than this outside the entrance examination.

"They're boring."

Yaya was expressing her opinion, her tone was indifferent, without a trace of fluctuation.

Mo Fei rolled his eyes and glanced at her, and said with a smile: "These students have been studying hard for decades, either for the title of the gold list, or for the sake of becoming famous in one fell swoop." Perseverance is impressive. But...... It's really boring. ”

While Mo Fei was talking to Yaya, the students in the school field had already dispersed to the stands. The master of Like did not delay, and immediately collected the volume, and then the master of the poetry and calligraphy department buried his head in revising the volume, and the mathematics department calculated the score.

A series of processes flow smoothly.

……

On the raised platform of the school grounds.

The bearded old man stroked his beard, frowned, and muttered with slightly squinted eyes: "Rise in the morning to march to the priest ......, mistletoe ......, this poem...... How can it be judged? ”

There was a master next to him who smiled and said: "Zhang Lao is modest, and there are poems that you can't judge?" ”

The bearded old man looked at the person next to him, shook his head slightly, and hesitated: "These few lines of this poem are excellent, but they are ...... It's not done yet. It's hard to decide. ”

"Oh? Is there such a thing? Don't...... Is it the remnant poem that the boy made just now? ”

Although these masters have been on the high platform of the school yard, the movement of the stands just now has also been observed.

When he left the school, the bearded old man was so angry and annoyed, thinking that this young man really didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, and despised the academy selection. But now I see the poems made by this young man, but I really regret it.

Good is good, but after the poem is finished, how to decide?

The bearded old man hesitated for a moment.

After thinking about it for a long time, there was no result, so I simply went up and filled in a number, and filled in as much as I wanted.

……

Waiting for the result is anxious and apprehensive.

However, this kind of emotion is obviously not, and at this time I happened to be sitting in the corner all the time, and my thoughts were already drifting and I didn't know where to go.

After a while, his sleeve was tugged at by the maid.

"Xianggong, it seems that the results are about to be announced."

Mo Fei rubbed his confused eyes with his hands, looked towards the high platform, and found that a master was holding a stack of papers in his hand, and his wrinkled face was full of bright smiles.

"Silence! Quiet! ”

Hearing the master's mouth, the school immediately fell silent.

The master nodded with satisfaction, then coughed his throat and began to read out the results of the selection in a serious manner.

"The first place in this college selection is...... Forest. ”

"Wow" exclaimed, followed by "...... Thunderous applause. Then another master recited the poem written by Lin Mu in a low voice.

Next, as expected, Ye Chen was the second, Li Yixing was the third, and Ye Lingzhu was the fourth. Since the four of them are the long-rumored young talents of the college, it is normal and not surprising that they are among the top four in the college's selection.

What is more surprising is that Leng Wuhuan, one of the four sons of Chang'an, only ranked tenth in the academy selection, which surprised people in a unique way.

The master continued to announce the results, and those who knew the results shouted and laughed, while those who did not know trembled and were uneasy.

"The fiftieth ......, Mo Fei. "Shangshan Morning Journey". Get up in the morning to march to the priesthood, and go to the hometown of sorrow. The sound of chickens is in the month of Maodian, and the track of Banqiao frost. Mistletoe ......"

The master stopped abruptly at this point. There was silence in the audience.

Zhang Jingmo and Li Qingqing, who were on the side of the stands, stood up and shouted softly: "Huh? ”

This...... Didn't finish it...... All right?

The students were stunned for a long time, looking at Mo Fei in disbelief, and after a long time, someone "snapped" and clapped their hands, and the audience followed with thunderous applause.

Ye Chen looked at Mo Fei and smiled slightly, while Ye Lingzhu and Li Yixing beside him looked at Mo Fei with complicated expressions.

Although it was only a fragment poem, the three of them could feel the extraordinary nature of that poem just by the first four lines. If you are doing a whole poem today, then ......

They turned their gaze to the forest tree in the corner, and Lin Mumu's eyes were staring blankly at Mo Fei.