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The boy who answered should not be under the age of six, but he was able to tell the story in such detail and smoothly, which surprised all the civil officials and military generals.

But that's just the beginning.

The emperor then pointed out a few more boys.

Taste the decoction, cleanse the drowning device, saturate the blood of mosquitoes, and warm the pillow...... Stories come out of the mouths of these children.

The civilian and military generals were dumbfounded.

Are these children prodigies?

All the boys were raising their hands, but the old emperor didn't want to name them anymore.

Because the result has been obvious, Jiang Long won, Fang Yue lost.

But those children were all raising their right hands high, and there was an expression of eagerness to speak on their faces, which made it difficult for the old emperor to announce the end of the competition immediately.

In the end, the old emperor's eyes rolled slightly, and he looked at the two children who were only three or four years old.

These two children also wrote when they were competing in the test before, but their grades were naturally not good, and they didn't write stories.

"You come on." The old emperor pointed to one of them.

The child stood up and shouted, "The wolf eats the sheep, the sheep eat the grass, and the cattle help the tenant farmers plough the fields......

"You." The old emperor nodded to another.

"The year is divided into four seasons, sowing seeds in spring, harvesting in autumn, hot in summer, cold in winter, helping my father and mother to play a fan in summer, and helping my father and mother to cover quilts in winter......" The childish voice kept echoing in the hall.

The children taught by Fang Yue before also said that they were filial to their parents and elders in the family, but they were very empty.

And the little boy in Zuihou next to Jiang Long said it very carefully and practically, and directly explained how to be filial.

At a glance, the high and the low are divided.

Fang Yue was already depressed.

The civil officials also couldn't straighten their waists, and the generals pointed at the children taught by Jiang Long.

"I announced that in this competition, the Bogu Tongjin Printing House won."

Cheng Guogong was immediately hahadaxiao, regardless of the occasion.

Many generals stepped forward to congratulate them.

Jiang Long was equally happy, if the printing house did not fall, he would be able to make a lot of money, and with these victories, his embroidered puppets could also be put on the market.

The civil servants all hung their heads.

One by one, they were extremely depressed.

However, no one blamed Fang Yue, because in this competition, it was not that Fang Yue did not teach well, but that the children taught by Jiang Long were too smart and rebellious.

None of them had the confidence and courage to stand up and compete with Jiang Long again.

"Fang Aiqing doesn't have to be discouraged." When Cheng Guogong's laughter gradually decreased, the old emperor spoke: "Although you lost this competition, there is a reason for it, and you teach children to learn to write hundreds of family names, which is also the most practical." ”

Speaking of this, the old emperor looked at Jiang Long, "Did you say it?" ”

"The grass people are indeed a bit tricky." Jiang Long did not refute.

"Although it is a trick, it is also in line with what you asked Cheng Guogong to bring in, saying that reading books can sometimes help the students' schoolwork, not to mention anything else, this literacy speed alone is far from other children."

The old emperor's words are impartial and fair.

"The Emperor Shengming!" The ministers of civil and military affairs are all bowing down.

With a slight wave of his hand, the old emperor began to reward, since it was a competition, the winning side naturally had to have a prize.

Of course, only the children will be rewarded, and Jiang Long and Cheng Guogong will not be rewarded.

The boy who wrote 833 words was born in a civilian family, and the emperor did not directly reward the silver, but decreed that as long as the boy went to a private school in the future, the tuition and miscellaneous expenses would be covered by the imperial court.

Then he gave a pen to all the children on Jiang Long's side.

Although it is just an ordinary pen, it was rewarded by the emperor, and its meaning is naturally different.

Take it home and it can already be used as a family heirloom!

The two children who are only three or four years old are very cute, and the emperor gave the two children a mat and quilt for their families.

opened his mouth to tell the children to retreat and go home with their parents, and the emperor instructed Jiang Long.

Let him print more stories like Twenty-Four Filial Piety in the future, and use the moral of the story to teach children the truth of life and be kind.

Jiang Long naturally agreed immediately.

Then, the emperor seriously asked Jiang Long if he had any suggestions for the teaching materials for the children's enlightenment.

It can be seen that this old emperor is not a mediocre and incompetent person, but also cares about the world.

Teaching materials for children are very important.

Jiang Long didn't dare to talk nonsense, but combined with the experience of his previous life, he talked about it in generalities.

"Use the story of twenty-four filial piety to teach children to read and write, and let Mr. Private School give a public lecture once a month to teach all the illiterate people to write a hundred family names?" When the old emperor heard Jiang Long's suggestion, he stroked his gray beard and muttered to himself.

When the children in the palace were competing, the tall square plate held a wine jar in his hand and walked up to the second floor of a tall restaurant.

I came to the table in front of the window, where I had been sitting for several days, and sat down slowly.

I ordered good food and drink, and I ate and drank happily.

The sun is gradually rising, and the warm sunlight shines on the face through the open window, which is very warm and comfortable.

Fang Pan gulped in the fresh air, squinting his eyes to enjoy the feeling of the warm sun shining on his body.

He didn't know how many days he would have to live.

After drinking another bowl of wine, Fang Pan's eyes suddenly focused on a thin figure across the street.

This figure was all too familiar to him.

Hou Jiang suddenly raised his head and glanced at the square plate in front of the window on the second floor opposite.

The square plate is a tight heart.

Is it finally here?

He took a long breath, his fists clenched.

Hou Jiang saw that Fang Pan saw himself, lowered his head, and walked into the coffin shop next to him.

Immediately a guy came to greet him and sell the coffin in the store.

"That's it."

After looking at the store for a long time, Hou Jiang pointed to one of them and said.

"Guest officer, you really have a vision...... the guy gushed praise, zuihou asked, "when are you coming to pick up the goods?" ”

"Just today, you help me get this coffin out of the city."

This coffin was bought by Hou Jiang for Fang Pan.

However, after Fang Pan's death, it was impossible for him to come to collect Fang Pan's body, so he could only dig a mound in the wilderness on the outskirts of the mountain

Fang Pan saw several men carry a coffin onto an ox cart and pull it out of the city.

Hou Jiang secretly pointed to the coffin and then pointed at him.

He just understood what it meant.

Nodding his head heavily, Fang Pan drank another bowl of wine, and at this moment a majestic procession came from the right-hand side of the street.

The front of this team was led by a swordsman, a brightly armored escort.

Several carriages were drawn by horses of average height.

The horses are very strong, with strong limbs, smooth lines, and not a single stray hair on their bodies.

Seeing the team, Hou Jiang lowered his head and subconsciously raised his hand and pulled the brim of his hat.

The square plate is nervous, and the palms of the hands are beginning to sweat.

The procession was getting closer and closer, but at this moment one of the guards hurried to a carriage on horseback, and said something through the curtains, and then there was a chaotic sound of falling objects in the carriage, and then there was a problem with the wheels, and the convoy suddenly stopped.

King Huai stepped out of the carriage, brandished a horsewhip, and whipped the coachman.

Jiang Long actually won the competition, it's really annoying!

And he has always had a good face, but the wheels of the car are broken on the street, which makes him feel embarrassed.

So the strength of the attack is getting bigger and bigger.

After a while, the coachman who was rolling and howling in pain on the street was beaten to death with a horsewhip!

Fang Pan stared blankly at the still corpse of the coachman, and the scene of his father's tragic death appeared in front of him.

In his eyes, endless flames of resentment erupted.

Hou Jiang watched King Huai get into another carriage, and the team began to march, quietly gesturing to the square plate and then leaving with his head down.

A big living person was beaten to death, and if someone else did it, there would be many people watching the excitement.

But the notoriety of King Huai, who doesn't know in the capital?

So they all hid far away.

It is just right to avoid accidentally injuring pedestrians.

Fang Pan's heart was nervous, and his spirit was also very concentrated, and at this time, only the sound of rolling wheels and horses' hooves on the stone slab was left in his ears.

Finally, the team came to the front of the restaurant.

Suddenly picked up the wine jar, and the square plate took a big gulp of wine.

When the wine jar was lowered, it was just in time to let the guards who were opening the way in front of him.

Keeping a close eye on the carriage that King Huai had gotten on earlier, Fang Pan's breathing gradually became heavier.

At this moment, the appearance of the red suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

If you jump at this point, you will surely die...... The man had said before that he could give himself a chance to back down.

Fang Pan suddenly retreated.

No one is not afraid of death, and if they can live, no one will want to die.

The images of those criminals who had been cut off in the past came to his mind.

The cries and cries of those guilty officials before they died, mixed with regret and fear, also echoed in their ears.

Fang Pan's body trembled slightly.

At this time, the carriage that King Huai was riding in had already arrived downstairs.

Next time, stab again next time!

The square pan throat is rolled.

Dry lips.

But at this moment, a howl sounded, and Fang Pan instinctively followed the sound, and saw an old woman pulling a child, stumbling down on the body of the coachman.

Father's face suddenly appeared in front of Fang Pan's eyes.

"Ahh

Fang Pan roared angrily, took out the fire fold and blew it on, and then picked up the wine jar he brought, and jumped down from the window, "Huai Wang Zhao Hao, today is your death!" ”

His previous roar had already attracted the attention of the royal team.

As soon as he jumped out, he heard a whooshing sound, and sharp arrows shot towards him.

It turned out that among the palace guards, the archers who reacted the most quickly shot out.

Poof, poof, poof...... In an instant, three arrows were inserted into Fang Pan's burly body.

Although he didn't hit the vital point, Fang Pan's face was pale in pain, and his majestic body fell straight from mid-air.

The guards with knives drew their steel knives at this time, and they rushed towards the square plate.

The street was three zhang wide, the carriage was in the middle of the road, and the square pan jumped down from the second floor, although it could not jump on the carriage, but it was not far away.

After the back of the wine jar fell to the ground, the corner of his mouth was already overflowing with blood, and he tried to roll a few times in the direction of the carriage.

The hatred of Liliang made him forget the pain on his body for a while.

At this time, the sword-wielding guards who were running fast were already approaching.

"Huai King Zhao Yan, today is your death!" Fang Pan threw the sparkling fire into the wine jar.

At this time, King Huai heard the movement and just opened the curtain on the car window.

Opposite the bloodshot eyes of the square disc.