Su Ang laughed slowly, burped, took the new wine handed by his son Bailige, and said, "Lord Murong, don't worry, we are not in a hurry, you count slowly." ”

"......" Murong Bai.

Xiao Wu Bo Suang, okay, you fall into the well!

This official, old and decayed...... Lao Tzu remembers you!

Murong Bai forcibly stabilized his mind and continued to calculate the number that was so big that he felt trembling.

What's even more pitiful is that the numbers ...... He's out!

Lifting a stone and throwing ...... Su Jiazi, Lao Tzu and you are not finished!

......

Time passed slowly, from dark to dawn, and then to the sun.

The Great Uncle was also waiting, and occasionally when he looked at Su Ang's side, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He originally discussed it with Su Ang, and when the math test was over, Su Ang directly started the poetry exam.

That is, the three-day lifting examination was compressed into two days, so as not to delay him from going back to study the article, but now, the number test has lasted too long, and Su Ang's poetry test is not known if it can start today.

As a result, Yin Zhi, the great sect uncle, was a little resentful and stared at Murong Bai fiercely.

He wasn't stupid, he had already guessed who made the math in the math test......

"Murong Bai old man, if you miscalculate, the old man and you are not finished!"

Uncle Dazong gritted his old teeth, and he was also calculating frantically in his heart.

He is not a jinshi, but what many people, including Dawang Qing, don't know is that in terms of counting, he is better than Murong Bai, a jinshi.

I believe that it can be calculated before Murong Bai......

............

"Answer!"

"Hiss!!!"

In the afternoon, suddenly, Yin Zhi, the great uncle, gasped.

This cool breath pumped into his throat, but he couldn't spit it out, Yin Zhi's eyes were red and he rushed to the examination room, grabbed Sun Wang's Jian Mu and carefully identified it.

I grabbed Zhao Minghe's simple slip again, and wanted to see Zhao Minghe's solution ideas.

Before he could finish his research, Murong Bai had already kicked him away, snatched Jian Mu, and almost put his eyes on Jian Mu.

But it is impossible to see that whether it is Sun Wang or Zhao Minghe, they have already cut off the problem solving ideas with carving.

"What's the situation?"

"Lord Murong and the Great Sect Uncle have turned their faces? It's impossible, the Great Sect Uncle is just ......"

The candidates were startled, and the sleepiness of not sleeping all night was scared away, staring at the two high-ranking officials and adults in a daze.

It's true that Uncle Dazong is an idle job, but Yin Zhi's strength is not weak, his master is stronger, and Lord Murong has always liked to control people's hearts, how could he kick Yin Zhi away for no reason?

Is this going to war?

Yin Zhi didn't care about the resentment of being kicked by Murong Bai, so he leaned over his head and looked at Jian Mu carefully.

I can't see that the font on it was cut off by Sun Wang and the others.

"It seems that the two protégés of Xia Guan answered correctly?"

Su Ang threw away the wine jug and smiled with a drunken sense of dizziness: "Then the examiner, Lord Zheng Jing, please announce the results." It's too much time to delay, Xiaguan, I still want to continue the poetry exam. ”

"This ......" Zheng Jing's whole person is not good.

In the past, he thought that the sky was doing it, people were watching, and if he did bad things, he would always have to return it to others.

But he never thought that he would have to repay it so quickly, just like the account of Layue, just after a day, he had to pay it back to others with interest.

The biggest mistake he did in his life was not successful......

"A...... On the armor!"

Zheng Jing was full of messiness and didn't know whether this result was good or bad.

In the end, he didn't get the wrong result for the wrong thing, but what happened to this thing? What the hell is going on?

With such a huge number, how did Su Ang's two protégés calculate it correctly?

He couldn't figure it out.

"On the armor. ”

Murong Bai repeated Zheng Jing's words, staring at his protégé viciously, he didn't want to give Su Ang's protégé a grade, and he felt that Zheng Jing had betrayed him, which made him angry.

But looking at the answer given by Sun Wang and the others, he smiled bitterly and patted Zheng Jing's shoulder: "I'm sorry for you." ”

"This ...... Master Shang?" Zheng Jing didn't know what to say.

He's bitter?

No, he's not bitter!

It is his master Murong Bai who suffers!

The entire court knew that Murong Bai had made a fool of himself in the math examination and played tricks, and Dawang Qing also knew about it.

And Murong Bai's methods were slapped in the face by Su Ang openly and honestly.

From now on, his master will become a laughing stock in the court.

And it is a laughing stock that people will unconsciously think of every two years in the big exam.

Leave a stench for 10,000 years!

......

"Hey, it's over, it's over, isn't it?"

Su Ang ignored Murong Bai and said with a smile to Zheng Jing: "Since the math exam is over, I will trouble the math examiner to review the test questions, and the lower official will start the poetry exam, well, Lord Murong Bai or continue to observe the exam?"

"Of course!"

Murong Bai thought in his heart.

In other exam items, Sun Wang and the two of them did not stand out very much, that is, they won the first class in the music test, and they got the first class in the mathematics test.

It's just that the results of the two first-class are not enough for Sun Wang and the two to rank in the top three.

And he knew that Sun Wang's poetry was okay, but it was just okay.

As long as the big test of poetry is not in the first middle school or the first class, he will not lose!

"Su asked Xiao Wubo to be a poet, but your poetry is your poetry, and your protégé is your protégé. ”

Murong Bai said meaningfully: "This official will keep an eye on you, and you still have to do things impartially in this main exam." ”

"What justice?"

Yin Zhi, the great uncle, blinked: "Master Su, as long as you take the number test into the binary equation system, no, no, no, as long as you teach the unary equation to the old man, the old man will not see anything!"

"......" Murong Bai.

"......" Suang.

"No!" Su Ang refused very simply.

"Don't do it!" Jin Banjiu, who accompanied Su Ang, also neatly helped Su Ang refuse.

He stared at Su Ang, as if he was looking at a mountain of gold: "Good brother, teach me the method of counting, I have a mountain of gold and silver in my family, I will give you a ...... of this method of calculation."

"No, I don't. Su Ang shook his head.

Tang Bohu said that Yao Guo didn't need the method of counting he knew at all.

Yao Guo is too small, take out this, and suffer......

Get a raw deal.

As for the money aspect......

Su Ang blinked suddenly, and the whole person was a little confused.

I'm so idle...... Got rich?

He looked at Jin Banfake viciously.

............

The big test of poetry is only half an hour.

Su Ang, as the chief examiner, of course, has to set the exam questions, and then the candidates compose poems and lyrics within half an hour, and what kind of poems they can make depends on their own ability.

Moreover, it has to be an original chapter.

"The old man will keep an eye on you, don't you want to give your poems to your protégé!"

Murong Bai's face was gloomy.

Put an end to it, we must put an end to all possibilities of Su Ang's cheating.

If Su Ang's protégé is among the top three, he, he can't afford to wear pants.