On the day of the Spring Exam, Qiao Tianhua first answered the exam papers of the Ming Arithmetic subject.

With the three compulsory subjects of Strategy, Calculation, and Translation, plus two freely chosen subjects Poetry and General History, Qiao Tianhua estimated the time, and Ming Calculation and Poetry were ranked on the first day, Translation and General History were ranked on the second day, and Policy Inquiry was ranked on the last day.

Three-foot elm book case, placed Xuanzhou pen, Shanggu ink, Yizhou paper, Chengni inkstone.

At the bottom is a copper basin supplied free of charge by the Gongyuan, burning ash and charcoal, with less smoke.

Qiao Tianhua sat on the back chair, cocked her two little short legs, hummed a ballad gently, and carefully calculated the draft. Sometimes when I encounter a problem, I bite the pen and frown.

The examination books for the Ming arithmetic subjects include "Nine Chapters of Law", "Island", "Sun Tzu", "Wu Cao", "Zhang Qiujian", "Xiahou Yang", "Zhou Ji", "Five Classics", "Fixation", and "Ancient Seizure". As early as the autumn exam, she was familiar with it a hundred times.

However, it is clear which bastard came out of this examination paper, and all the theoretical knowledge of the examination books is used as actual war cases. You have to read the text before you can evolve the formula. It would take her a day to pass the time like this, before she could hand in an unsatisfactory answer.

"Little finch slave, are you surprised, are you not surprised?" Helian Zheng, as the chief examiner of this Spring Exam, happened to patrol here, shaking a white feather fan and hooking his lips with a smile.

Qiao Tianhua was impatient, raised his hand and shook off the ink, which unfortunately splashed on Helian Zheng's face. Wai Lang, a member of the Ministry of Rites who followed Helian Zheng, was about to reprimand Qiao Tianhua for being rude, but Helian Zheng raised his hand to stop him.

"The topic of the Ming Calculation was made by the ancestor Confucian, and this king made a suggestion." Helian Zheng smirked.

After speaking, Qiao Tianhua put down the Xuanzhou pen and glared at Helian Zheng fiercely.

, the dead demon man, knowing that the compulsory subject she is best at is Mingsuan, he still has to calculate her. If she can't survive this year's spring season, she will settle the new accounts and old accounts together.

"Okay, my skills are not as good as others, and I refuse to admit it." Helian Zheng laughed.

Then, Helian Zheng swaggered away, and it was the turn of the ceremonial member Wailang to be splashed with ink by Qiao Tianhua. Seeing this, Qiao Tianhua was very ashamed, and hurriedly apologized to the etiquette member Wailang. Wailang, a member of the Ministry of Rites, looked at Qiao Tianhua on the left and Helian Zheng on the right, pondered thousands of times, and decided to let Qiao Tianhua go for the time being, trotting all the way, and following in the footsteps of Helian Zheng.

"Each candidate should be able to provide a limited amount of charcoal per day." After Helian Zheng left the examination booth, he asked in a low voice with his hands on his shoulders.

"Go back to His Royal Highness the King of the North Sea, if you save a little, it will be enough for a day and a night." The member of the Ministry of Rites laughed, and when he saw Helian Zheng suddenly frowning, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and continued: "What does His Royal Highness the King of Beihai mean is that you want to add gray charcoal to the candidates?" ”

After hearing this, Helian Zheng sneered, paused, and let the member of the Ministry of Rites, Wailang, crash into him and stand still, his voice was full of cold: "Isn't the household department poor this year?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the ceremonial member Wailang knelt on the ground and kowtowed, sincerely afraid.

"Okay, this king doesn't eat people, don't be afraid at every turn." Helian Zheng leaned down, patted the shoulder of the ceremonial member Wailang, pursed his thin lips lightly, and smiled meaningfully.

After Helian Zheng left, Wai Lang, a member of the Ministry of Rites, slowly stood up, still in a fog.

Does His Royal Highness the King of the North Sea want to be sympathetic to that delicate lady? The ceremonial member Wailang shook his head, and really felt that this master was capricious and unpredictable.

That night, Helian Zheng walked to the examination shed again, accompanied by the waiter of the Ministry of Rites.

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites was much more shrewd, and followed from afar, leaving enough space for Helian Zheng. When Helian Zheng stayed between Qiao Tianhua's lattices, he stepped back and back, turned around, and turned a blind eye.

"Your Highness, you are very idle." Qiao Tianhua sneered.

She had just finished answering the exam papers, and she was already suffering from back pain and leg cramps, and Zhou Mingze's faint breathing sound came from next door. She was about to have a cold dinner and continue to tackle the exam papers of the poetry subject before falling asleep peacefully.

It's a pity that this gray charcoal has not been burned, and now only sporadic fireworks can be emitted.

She felt cold in her hands and feet, but she was helpless, time could not wait for her.

Helian Zheng didn't answer, propped his hands on the bookcase, and looked at Qiao Tianhua with affection, as if the little lady in front of him was Bai Yueguang who he would rather provoke Aya Sheng to marry.

However, Helian Zheng saw a look of fear in Qiao Tianhua's wide-eyed fawn eyes.

Yes, Qiao Tianhua is afraid of him, as long as he is close, Qiao Tianhua will show it.

Thinking of this, Helian Zheng felt a headache, but he still stiffened his head, stretched out his tongue, licked the remaining rice grains at the corner of Qiao Tianhua's mouth, and then didn't wait for Qiao Tianhua to cry out in fear, and threw the black lacquer and gold flower and bird picture begonia pattern copper hand stove into Qiao Tianhua's arms accurately, ready to leave.

"Why is Your Highness hot and cold to me!" Qiao Tianhua hugged the copper hand stove and asked loudly.

"Little finch slave, you are really heartless, this king has always been hot to you, where did you say it coldly." Helian Zheng smiled back, and the fox's eyes were slightly hooked.

Hmph, Lao Tzu believed your nonsense. Qiao Tianhua held the hand stove, pursed his small mouth, and puffed into a pink pufferfish. Helian Zheng wanted to poke it, but he still resisted the impulse.

After Helian Zheng left, Qiao Tianhua quickly collected his emotions and continued to eat.

An ancient building, separated by Supa, is attached to the copper hand stove to heat up, and it tastes warm, Qiao Tianhua accepts Helian Zheng's hot fake compassion.

Ask the autumn wind, a few degrees of redness, and the frost leaves are full of affection. Yinhan took all the way to build the magpie bridge, and it rained all night. The sky is not allowed, the moon is often cloudy, only life and death Furong Pu. The family and the country are widowed, and in the bloody battle of that year, the head of the East China Sea was burned by fire.

The white head is wrong, the sound of the piano is curling, and the love silk is difficult to complain. The pear blossom glass wine leans on the lonely shadow, and the painting boat meets for the first time. The words are wrong, the whole game is lost, and the gentleman is difficult to write. Purple tassels, memories of appearance, how to get rid of hatred and bitterness in Basho. It's spring twilight again, I'm afraid that Xianglan will smile, and from then on, the string will be broken, and there will be no return to the end of the world.

The little lady doesn't know love, but she can write poignant poems and shed a few tears.

At this moment, she had to thank Helian Zheng for sending a warm copper hand stove, so that her thoughts flowed well, and she was very happy with this poem between flowers, and whispered it a few times.

At night, she held the bronze hand stove and fell asleep, but she was dreaming.

In the dream, she became the heroine of this poem between flowers, and experienced encounters, acquaintances, acquaintances, loves, promises, and farewells with the male protagonist.

The saddest thing is that she was covered in blood and lying in the arms of the hero, so she could see the hero's face clearly, and she was so frightened that she woke up directly. Damn, the fox's eyes are hooking, the eyes are pure, the lips are red and the teeth are white, and the bewitching is colorful, it's not Helian Zheng's demon or who!