Just now, in the lobby on the right not far from the examination hall, when a researcher sent the newly tied test papers, it was rare to see Mr. Tsai, who was focusing on bowing his head and stroking the characters, stopped and quietly "looked" to a certain place.

Yanshu put down the test paper, took two steps back, a little puzzled, she followed his line of sight, and there was no strange person in the bustling girl outside the door.

The corners of Zuo Qi's lips were slightly raised, and there was a smile in his eyes. He suspected that he had developed a delusion. She knew that Mr. Thu was blind, but at this moment, she clearly felt that Mr. Thu seemed to have "seen" something.

Huan Qi helped the master recite poems, but seeing that the movements in the master's hands had stopped, he slowly collected his voice and poked Lu Mai with his arm.

Lu Mai, who was busy sorting out the test papers, looked up and found that the scholar next to him had not left for a long time, he stared at his eyes and stuck his head between the girl and the owner, and when the girl turned her head to look at Zuo Qi, she was startled when she saw this pair of big eyes, and she retreated.

Here, Zuo Chu has recovered his indifferent face, concentrating on stroking the test paper.

Just now, he's really looking at people.

Zhu Yi came out of the trial hall, and Zuo Chu saw her at a glance.

The distance is very close, she is in the courtyard, he is in the room.

Her every move looks cute and familiar, still as in her memory, curious and active. Especially those apricot eyes, always want to peek at something...... Looking at it like this, he smiled unconsciously, although it was only a slight change in his expression, but the softness in his eyes was not controlled by himself.

She left, and he looked away and went on with what he was doing. Zhu Yan came in with a few research books and ordered someone to close the door to block the cold outside the door.

Lu Mai was still worried about how to find the copy of the Zhu Yi, but he didn't want to see an unnumbered, somewhat naïve, delicate handwriting printed on the paper roll. He was sure that this was what Zhu Yi wrote, after all, his handwriting had been ridiculed by him for three years, and he could still recognize it. So he pulled it out and handed it to Huan Qi, deliberately squeezing his eyebrows at Huan Qi.

Huan Qixin comprehended, cleared his throat, and read out the poem on the scroll. Zuo Qi listened quietly, stretched out his hand to him, and Huan Qi hurriedly handed it to the master.

Zuo Zhu reached up with his hand, stroke by stroke, and traced extremely slowly, slower than any review. Word by word, the meaning is what he knows.

The title was written by him, and her "return" that day was turned into just a few lines, and in terms of her skills, it was really written.

Zhu Yan saw that his hand holding the paper scroll trembled faintly, and couldn't help but remind him: "If Mr. Chu is tired, we will read it again in the afternoon." ”

"No, that's not enough." He said, "Next." ”

……

Zhu Yan listened to his words, and he was resolute, so it was not good to see how the words were written. After all, Mr. Chu vetoed it, so he must not be able to catch the eye anyway.

Zhu Yi didn't know that he had lost the opportunity to eat and wait for death in the Xiwu storage wall for the rest of his life.

When he found Qiu Shui, he was standing under the corridor in the distance with the sword on his back, leaning on the pillar and staring boredly at the cold plum trees under the corridor. Zhu Yi ran over, just opened her mouth and called "brother", but saw Qiu Shui turn around and look at her, and was about to walk away sideways like a stranger, the two passed by, she heard Qiu Shui whisper: "Zuo Chu is here, you are careful, I have seen a lot of his people, avoid it first, I have time to find you." ”

Zhu Yi was a little confused, "He assessed our results, what should we do, won't it be ruined when I see the name?" ”

"You don't write your name in the assessment, you do?!" Qiu Shui's eyes widened.

After he reminded him like this, Zhu Yi remembered that in the general election, he only needed to write down the number.

But she didn't seem to write anything, her name, her number......

Seeing her lose her soul, Qiu Shui was relieved, and couldn't help but ask: "Didn't write anything?" Zhu Yi raised his head slowly, speechless, Qiu Shui smiled and left a "talent" and walked away.

He didn't want her to enter this storage wall, but this is good, he doesn't need to worry, people have lost the opportunity.

Zhu Yi stood under the corridor, rubbing his nose, wrapping his thick white robe, and looking for a place to sit rather annoyed.

There was an inconspicuous wing room at the end of the corridor, and there were many girls in it. I found a corner bed and sat down by the window, looking at the girls who were happy or worried, she comforted herself over and over again: maybe because it is not numbered, it is easier for people to remember?

Maybe it's a blessing in disguise?

The poems she consciously wrote were still smooth, and they were easier to understand than those written by most Hui girls.

The next day, when it was still dark, the storage wall became lively. The results of the general election have already been made. The girls shivered and waited anxiously. Zhu Yi and Qiu Shui also crowded under the announcement hall early in the morning. After shaking in the cold for nearly half an hour, I saw someone come out of the main hall.

As usual, dozens of plain white-robed scholars came out flutteringly, and Zhu Yan appeared in a blue robe later. Then, after a scholar's elegant opening speech, Zhu Yan took a long brocade box and opened it, and took out a piece of rice paper densely filled with selected numbers. The thin paper pinched at Yingying's fingertips caused a nervous gasp from everyone below.

Zhu Yan does not sell the guanzi, and directly announces the selection number. She pronounced the first trumpet, and a girl wept with joy and a promise sounded. Then the second, then the third......

There were three hundred and nineteen people, and when the temple had finished reciting the fifty-eighth number, it came to an abrupt end. Everyone in the audience was stunned for a while, and no one expected that only fifty-eight of the research books for this session would be selected.

In the past, more than 100 people were selected.

His Royal Highness was in an uproar, and those who were selected had already rushed out of the crowd to find their entourage to celebrate happily, and those who were unsuccessful stayed in place and sobbed softly. Zhu Yi looked at Qiu Shui without tears: "I want to ask if they missed an unnumbered person." ”

Qiu Shui felt that this was not very possible, and said, "You go, if you go, you will die." Zhu Yi pursed his lips and muttered, "It must have leaked me." She squeezed through the crowd and was about to go on stage to ask Zhu Yan. When he squeezed to the front of the stage, Zuo Chu came out of the main hall, although the girls who ran for the election below did not know that the man who came out was Mr. Zhu, but in the early morning mist, his appearance was more and more arrogant, his posture was long, and the girls near him could see a little clearly, and they couldn't help but exclaim.

The man on stage is so good-looking!

Zhu Yi was about to climb onto the stage, when he heard an exclamation, he looked up, and he was so frightened that he retracted, and his first reaction was as if he was exposed, and he retreated like a thief.

Zuo Qi came out and said something to Zhu Yan beside him from time to time, but he didn't necessarily leave, Zhu Yi, who had squeezed back into the crowd, turned his head to look, and when he was talking to someone, his eyes were never projected.

The girls who were still sobbing just now crowded to the bottom of the stage and looked up to see the two of them......

Zuo Chu and Zhu Yan were still standing on the stage and whispering and talking, and after a while, Zuo Chu finally turned back to the hall, Zhu Yi wanted to rush over to ask Zhu Yan, but Zhu Yan ordered a few words of research around him, and followed Zuo Chu into the hall together.

Zhu Yi was in a hurry, grabbed a research book that passed by her, and opened her mouth to ask: "There is one who is not numbered, did you miss it?" I wrote it, and I was careless ......"

"There was one who didn't have a number, but Mr. Chu said that he couldn't write well, so he gave it up." Yanshu directly interrupted her, winked at her sympathetically and left.

Word...... Not good?!

Qiu Shui came forward, and Zhu Yi said like a lost soul: "He still doesn't know how to appreciate my literary talent." Qiu Shui has nothing to do with himself, and he is relaxed: "It's okay, go home." ”

“……”