Champion Building

As soon as this year's emperor list came out, how many bald heads cried bitterly.

But when you reach the age when your hair and beard are gray, what can you do if you are a showman? Do you want to continue to take the exam?

The shrimp dumplings in Zhuangyuanlou are notoriously delicious.

Yang Yuying and Zhao Yi discussed, and ran to the champion building to eat five steamed dumplings in one go.

Zhao Yi never disdains such rough civilian food on weekdays. This time I was forced to eat a lot, and I actually thought it was delicious.

When he saw his name appear in the highest position, Zhao Yi couldn't help but suddenly have a huge sense of accomplishment.

Actually, what is Xiucai?

He was born as a pure prince, and he will get a super-grade prince in the future, and his uncle also loves him, and he is just a talent, so he shouldn't even be worthy of a word to him.

But he studied very hard, and his head was pierced for several months, and he became the head of the case by relying on the little foundation left before the age of eight.

There are 400 children in this year's Shuntianfu Academy, and they all have studied hard since childhood, but he is the only one who feels that he has completed an unfinishable great cause.

Zhao Yi's eyes were hot and slightly red, he hurriedly lowered his head, coughed, and pretended not to care, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

At this time, Dong Zhou's son Dong Changhe was also in the Zhuangyuan Building, and he was a little stunned for a while when he heard the name of the head of the case said by the people under him.

"How old is Zhao Yi this year?"

Fifteen or sixteen?

Seven or eight candidates sat in a row in Dong's private school, looking at each other at this time, and they were ashamed for a while.

Dong Zhou is a well-known Confucian in the world, and the apprentices are also very strict, and the students who study privately are all first-class geniuses in Shuntianfu.

If you don't practice your handwriting anymore, you can write as fast as the prince of Chun Wang.

Zhao Yi, the little son of the family, doesn't read, doesn't recognize a few words, and plays around all day long, but people have the palace as a backer, you have no background, except for reading, there is no second ladder to the sky.

I have heard this kind of talk for several years, and now, the prince of Chun Wang has become the head of the case, and there are still two of them who are not successful, and the rest are Xiucai, and the ranking is ...... It is impossible to be higher than the head of the case, after all, there is only one head of the case.

There are a lot of talents at the age of fifteen or sixteen, but even if they are not prodigies, they are definitely in the category of young heroes.

The children of the pure Wang family are really far from this image.

Zhao Yi was silent, and he didn't alarm the people in the Zhuangyuan Building at all, and when he came out of the back door, he was a little fluttering under his feet.

The vicinity of the champion building is extremely lively at this time, the stage performers jugglers, the storytellers on the table, the people who carry the flat shoulder to the south and the north to sell goods, plus the idlers who wander around, a good picture of the people's livelihood in the market.

Zhao Yi used to go out to play, and he went to places like Xiangyue Building and Baibaozhai, and the people who entertained were the children of the powerful, and ordinary people didn't even dare to enter the door, so they really didn't go shopping seriously.

At this time, it is like a little snail sticking out its tentacles for the first time, looking left and right, seeing everything is very fresh, and with a little vigilance.

Yang Yuying has also been in the capital for a long time, so long that she has never been to the capital in her life.

The stall on the left selling malt candy is still sold by the old man, and she remembers that in about a few years, it will be replaced by a young man, who seems to be the old man's little grandson.

The old lady on the right who sells tofu is still a.

The old lady with a wooden hairpin on her head in front of her left half-supported and half-hugged a pregnant woman in her arms, and the pregnant woman seemed to be a little unenergetic...... Wrong.

'Zhao Yi' didn't even think about it, he walked over with an arrow and stretched out his hand to stop: "She is pregnant, why does she smell of mandala?" You drugged her? ”

Before the words fell, he immediately reacted, his face changed, and he turned around and shouted: "Someone!" ”

Not far behind him, a few guards and a fierce spirit, reacted and rushed out from all corners, rushing towards their own son, but just after running two steps, two donkey carts suddenly came in front of them, and a large ball of flames erupted violently.

The scene was chaotic all at once.

Passers-by, small traders, jugglers, and tourists crowded together, rubbing shoulders, and several guards watched as a person suddenly appeared next to their little son, and blocked the mouth of the world, and threw it into a cart like carrying a piglet, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Several of the guards turned pale, as if they were mourning.

"Quick, inform the prince!"

"Notify Suncheonfu, close the city gate, and search the whole city."

The guards were so helpless that they couldn't even remember what had just happened!

Glancing at each other, the group desperately pushed away the crowd and rushed out.

They have never made a mistake since they came to protect Xiao Shizi, and they are in the capital, Xiao Shizi's face is the signboard, only he tosses others on a whim, where does anyone dare to provoke him?

……

Huang Rou felt that she had been a little unlucky recently, and she was unlucky as soon as she saw Zhao Yi, the son of the pure king.

Before she could say this, she saw 'Zhao Yi', who was tied and curled in the corner of the wall, looked at her with disgust, and said with tears: "Madam, aren't you born by a broom star?" ”

Huang Rou: "......"

Forget it, anyway, I knew this was a bad person.

"Do you know where this is?"

Zhao Yi shook his head, he only remembered that he was resisted on his shoulder, and the food in his stomach turned upwards for a while, and after a while, he seemed to have entered the dark ditch in the capital in all directions, and the pungent smell was confused.

As for what kind of place this is, if a domestic finch is to identify it, it will not be difficult for him to die.

As soon as the two of them said a few words, there was a sudden movement above, and as soon as 'Zhao Yi' looked up, he saw a big hole not far above his head, and something was pushed down at once, it seemed to be a child.

'Zhao Yi' instinctively rushed forward, and the child smashed his head on his chest and abdomen, making him roll his eyes.

Immediately after that, there were two more children, and 'Zhao Yi' didn't even hesitate, struggling to pounce on the ground as a mat.

"Wow!"

The three four or five-year-old dolls howled and cried, and 'Zhao Yi' was smashed and fainted, his face turned pale, he retched a few times, and shouted weakly: "Don't cry, ancestor." It's okay, don't be afraid, my brother is very powerful, and he will definitely protect you. ”

Huang Rou was stunned, and her heart was soft.

She felt more and more that Xiao Shizi was not a bad boy at least for now, but she didn't know if she would be taken bad in the future.

Last time, she was frightened after all, and although she was dissipated by the magical actions of 'Zhao Yi', she discussed it with Brother Nan in private, thinking that it should be done by the pure palace, but it may belong to the subordinates who made their own opinions, and Xiao Shizi did not know about it.

But even so, the impression of the pure royal mansion in their hearts was just as bad.

Today she was unlucky to fall into the hands of a group of abductors, seeing 'Zhao Yi's desperate move to save her, as well as the instinctive action of protecting the child just now, she felt a little pity for the child 'Zhao Yi'.

At such a critical juncture, he instinctively protects the weak, which shows that his essence is good.