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So he continued to eat dim sum happily in his arms, and asked casually: "How did you make dim sum out of nothing?" ”

He smiled leisurely and said, "I'm not an immortal, how can I make something out of nothing?" It's just that I bought it for you early in the morning and hid it on my body. ”

I smiled and said, "I remember when I was a child, I saw a trick that the man could conjure a white rabbit out of his hat, and I thought it was amazing, and I cried with my father and shouted that I wanted to learn the trick." When I grew up, I realized that the man had just tricked the audience into getting the attention of the audience, and then stuffed the rabbit into his hat while they were unprepared......"

Yes, the so-called "making something out of nothing" in this world is actually "dark Chen Cang".

I was suddenly distracted, and the snack in my hand fell to the ground with a "click".

“…… Not tasty? ”

I turned around and grabbed Qin Lang's hand and said hurriedly, "No! It's not a leak, it's not a gunman, it's someone who stuffed a transcription paper into a lot of test papers while the paper was being judged! ”

Hearing me hurriedly say this, Qin Lang's figure paused, "You say...... What the? ”

I knew that he was still a little unclear, so I relieved myself and began to slowly sort out Zhang Qiang's fraud case from beginning to end:

"On the day of the exam, Zhang Qiang did take the exam in a bright and bright manner, and he didn't know the exam questions in advance, so he could only write and draw on the test paper with his three-legged cat skills......"

"Write and draw?"

"Yes. However, it doesn't matter what he wrote and painted in three days, because ...... The test paper he wrote was not handed over to the test supervisor at all! ”

"Speaking of which, I would like to mention your old acquaintance Master Mo's book......" I deliberately raised my eyes and glanced at Qin Lang, but I saw that he was listening carefully and thoughtfully, and he didn't mean to punish me, so he continued, "At the end of the test, when Master Mo was busy collecting the papers, there was a slap in his back that didn't have a long eye, knocking him on his stomach and falling to the ground. The result of these seven meat and eight vegetables is that he has overlooked one thing: the number of test papers.

It was at this time that Zhang Qiang secretly pulled back the test paper he handed in, or he didn't hand it in at all and hid it secretly. And Master Mo, who was so broken that he twisted his neck, hurriedly went to the martial arts hall to hand in the test papers of the E-number candidate, and then went to the doctor to treat his neck.

At this time, the staff in charge of collecting the papers in the Vigilant Hall were also busy, and they were not idle to check the number of test papers of the candidates in each row, but quickly pasted the names of the handwritten papers and handed them to the long-awaited transcriptionist.

Speaking of which, the cause of Feng Sheng's death was involved. According to the information I learned from the deacon of the Gongyuan yesterday: for the convenience of the examination, the transcription of the test papers is distributed according to the number of the candidates' prison house, that is, the test papers of the same row of candidates are copied by the same transcriptionist, so the papers of Xiaoshu and Zhang Qiang are all transcribed by Feng Sheng.

Perhaps it was at this time that Feng Sheng discovered the clue that there was one less test paper in the E number, and informed his superiors, but he did not attract the attention of the superiors, or was deliberately suppressed. ”

"What do you mean," Qin Lang's eyes burned, "Feng Sheng's strange death was not necessarily because of Xiaoshu, but because of Zhang Qiang?" ”

"Maybe it's both, it's hard to tell at the moment." I sighed in my heart, this is the disadvantage of knowing too much, "So far, there is still no Zhang Qiang's paper in the transcription papers of many candidates.

So, where did Zhang Qiang's transcript come from? According to my reasoning, it should be such a process: Zhang Qiang went home and told his father Zhang Shangshu about the test questions, Zhang Shangshu secretly asked the master to write a splendid article according to the topic, and then tried to find Feng Sheng's handwriting from Guozijian, found someone who was good at copying, molded a transcript of Zhang Qiang, and managed to give it to Zhang Qiang's sister, Miss Zhang, the crown princess of the East Palace.

For the sake of her younger brother's career future, Miss Zhang did not hesitate to drag her pregnant body out in person, entered Hengjian Hall in the name of visiting the prince, and asked His Royal Highness the prince to stay overnight, and then took advantage of the dead of night when the prince was asleep, took the key from the prince to open the locker, and stuffed Zhang Qiang's transcription paper into many test papers.

At this point, this plan to steal beams and change pillars and hide from the sky and cross the sea has been completed! ”

I said so many things in one breath, and I only felt thrilled, flustered and panting, and I stroked my undulating chest to look at Qin Lang, but I saw that he was motionless as if he was in a state of flux, obviously still digesting this large amount of information.

After a long time, he looked at me and sighed: "I don't want my little trick to become the key to the girl's solving the case, I sincerely admire it." ”

I became more and more proud: "This is just my reasoning, and some links in the period need to be further confirmed." ”

Leaving the bank of the Qinhuai River, Qin Lang said goodbye to me, saying that he would return to His Royal Highness, and repeatedly told me to go home as soon as possible, and not to run around in the clothes of a brocade guard, which would only add to the incident.

I was depressed by his nagging: girl, in his heart, am I such a troublemaker?

Slander is slander, but he has no choice but to turn around and walk home.

Fat man Zhu Gaochi...... While kicking the pebbles on the road, I reviewed the recent actions of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince: I did a good job of purging the household department because of the Yancao fraud case, but I single-handedly promoted several officials with unclean backgrounds, including his unsuccessful brother-in-law Zhang Wei, who was grabbed and poked out by the second prince's faction, and ended up with an unscrupulous handle inside and outside the government and the opposition.

Although it was deliberately framed, it also reflected his lax procedures and unclear inspection, and the overnight princess was even more stupid, and was reprimanded by his emperor's father, but he was not wronged.

The fat guy, who was shrewd and cunning like a fox in the past, how could he come back from Yangzhou, as if his IQ was in arrears, and there were mistakes everywhere?

Strange, strange......

"Bad luck, bad luck, injustice, injustice!"

I couldn't help but look up to see who was so talented that I used the same sentence as me, and when I looked up and saw a few staggering figures not far away, I couldn't help laughing.

It was those Goryeo sticks......

The leader is still Park Youhuan, but the sticks have lost the posture of showing off their martial arts in the past, but do not tie the hem of their clothes figuratively, carry a wooden barrel in their hands, and are so tired that they twist and turn.

With an expression that the whole world owed him money, Park Youhuan walked for a while and suddenly threw the bucket on the ground with a "bang", turned around and pointed to the noses of several other students and shouted: "Which of you threw that persimmon in the face of Sage Kong?!" One person does things and one person is responsible, don't let us suffer Smecta again! ”

The sticks behind him all took a step back timidly, waving their hands and shrugging their shoulders with a confused expression.

Park Youhuan was angry and had nowhere to go, and angrily kicked the wooden barrel over, but the hem of his clothes was wet by the water splashing in the bucket, and he wanted to cry without tears, so he simply squatted on the side of the road with his knees hugged:

"I think I am a dignified Goryeo royal family, His Majesty's own nephew, but I have to wipe the statue of Confucius every day like a miscellaneous servant, what a shame for the ancestors and ancestors, Smecta!"

A stick beside him sighed: "I said that day, Daming students are arguing, why should we go to join in the fun," he pushed the person next to him, "It's you!" I have to go with my son! Got in trouble, right? ”

The one who was pushed by him looked aggrieved: "Where do I want to fight?" I'm just ...... Just join in the fun! As he spoke, he thoughtfully pushed the person next to him, "They all said that this meeting was unfair, and I think it is the same, the article at the head of the case...... Tut-tut, it's far worse than our son's, and he can even be named, which shows the depth of obscurity. ”

He complained about this, and the girl who was listening idly on the side caught fire in my heart: You can complain that it will be unfair, but question the talent of my little tree, hum, which onion are you?

How can such an article with heaven and earth in mind and vertical and horizontal in its eyes be understood by you, a stick of a small country?

Looking down at the color of my clothes, I walked over to the down-and-out sticks without fear.

"Fang Cai, who said that the article at the head of the case would be bad?"

The Goryeo students have been in Jinling City for many years, and they were also shocked when they saw Jinyiwei's flying fish suit, and they shrank for a long time before they raised their hands weakly: "I, I...... What do you have to say? ”

I glanced at him condescendingly, "You said that the article at the head of the case is not good, let me ask you, why is it a bad way?" ”

The guy swallowed nervously, and hesitated: "The argument is not high, the topic is mediocre, and there are errors in quoting scriptures......" He glanced at me timidly, "Even the sentence is not very smooth." ”

The stick next to him nodded violently: "Such a bullshit article, if it is not the brother-in-law of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, how can it be named first......

Hey you...... Girl, I was immediately angry, and I hated to stage a chengguan ...... Ah no, Jin Yiwei's violent law enforcement.

Forget it, how can I, the state of etiquette in the Ming Dynasty, be as knowledgeable as a few Goryeo sticks.

The stick that walked on the verge of being beaten but didn't know it was still chattering: "That's it, I still remember the first few sentences of him, and he wrote them in a clichéd ......" and recited a few sentences in a disdainful tone.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency?"

Seeing that I was standing still, with an expression of being struck by lightning, a few sticks were not walking, and it was not possible to go, which was very embarrassing.

I came back to my senses, grabbed the stick by the shoulder and asked, "Are you sure you have to memorize the test paper essay at the head of the case?" ”

"Then can there be a fake?" The stick straightened his waist, "On the day of the list, the handwritten scrolls of the top ten in the first class were pasted on the wall of the Gongyuan, and I have been studying for more than ten years, and I still have the ability to recite by sight." ”

I waved my hand weakly and let a few sticks go, but my heart grew heavier.

The article recited by this stick, the so-called head of the case, is completely different from the one recited by Xiaoshu!

Why are there two completely different versions of the exam paper that are obviously the same person?

In the morning, when I went to visit the Xing Prison of Dali Temple, I kept an eye on it and deliberately brought Xiaoshu's transcription.