At dusk, the emperor and empress had already returned to Chang'an City. Only the prince and examiner of all the courses stayed to take care of the rest of the items. The six courses are finally over, and it's time to announce the list of successful students.

Hundreds of students stood silently on tiptoe on the boulder floor, looking up at the blank wall of shadows. They look like hundreds of geese that have been hungry for days, waiting for food.

Several academy instructors slowly walked out of the building and bowed to the prince. After confirming with the officials of the Ministry of Rites, they stepped onto the wooden table, dragged a bucket of rice milk, and then casually pasted a piece of red paper on the wall.

The sound of waves crashing sounded. Hundreds of students, like geese, finally saw their food. Unable to contain their excitement, they all rushed to the wall.

Ning Que held Sangsang's cold hand. They were squeezed by the group and unsteady on their feet, but they also struggled to the foot of the wall. They first glanced at the list of etiquette and calligraphy lessons.

He found his name at the bottom of the newspaper.

"Ning Que... D subtracted.

The calligraphy course has the same grades.

He rubbed his head a little annoyed and muttered, "It shouldn't be that bad." Even if I give answers casually, I write a lot, they are so beautiful. Is there a female examiner marking my exam paper?

Someone behind him sneered: "I thought you were as talented as the third son of the Southern Jin Kingdom, but you are just a fool who can only use force but knows nothing.

The person who laughed at him was the girl in the arrow robe. Maybe she wasn't reconciled. When the list was announced, she abandoned her companions. She pinched herself and approached Ning Que, wondering how powerful he was.

Ning Que didn't know that this girl was the daughter of Yunhui General Situ Yilan, and he glared at her with disinterest. Then he took Sangsang's hand and rushed out of the group.

The arrow-robed girl was taken aback, turned around, and said loudly, "Didn't you see the other scores?"

Ning Que didn't even turn around. He calmly said, "A-plus."

When the arrow-robed girl and the others heard this, they were so frightened that they almost fell. Who is he? Why is he so confident, even arrogant, that he doesn't even need to see, but know that he has an A-plus?

Sangsang raised his face and looked at him suspiciously.

Ning Que looked at her and said with a smile: "They pretend to be cool worse than me."

Ning Que took Sang Sang and left the crowd, but he didn't leave. They stood in the corner of the academy's stone quarry, watching the bustling scene on the screen wall, and a sense of remorse haunted him. He felt that the deliberate behavior he had shown before was meaningless. He didn't know if it was the big black horse, or those arrows, that seemed to have brought him back to the grassland, to the shore of Shubi Lake. At this moment, he subconsciously felt a lot rougher. In fact, he wasn't sure if his total score would be enough to pass the exam, which made him anxious.

Today's college entrance exams bring together many young talents from all over the world. Ning Que had a plain appearance, and there was no black lightning during the driving during the test, which did not attract attention. Now that he is away from the crowd, naturally no one will care about him. Candidates' attention is still focused on their grades, as well as on names that were already quite famous before the college entrance exams.

Like Wang Ying of Lin Chuan, he was only fourteen years old when he was sent back from a remote and vulgar area by the instructor of the academy, but his politeness and literal production in the past few days have caused a sensation in Chang'an City. After all, he was too young compared to Zhong Dajun, a scholar of the Yang Guanming School, and was famous for his poetry and prose in Tangnan. Therefore, for most candidates, the most promising is the third son of the Ruyang Xie family of the Southern Jin Kingdom.

The Xie family of the Southern Jin Kingdom was a great surname for thousands of years, famous for poetry and literature. Their third son, Xie Chengyun, has been smart since he was a child. He could write articles at the age of three and poetry at the age of five. There are no civilians in contact with the Xie family, so Xie Chengyun has communicated with celebrities since he was a child. The elders of the family cherished his talent and invited outstanding talents from other countries for him at all costs. Therefore, his mentors came one after another and changed classes. All of the above has contributed to today's reputation.

Xie Chengyun is only eighteen years old this year, but his reputation is well deserved. He has become the third-level emperor of the Southern Jin Kingdom, Tan Hua. After the royal examination, he resigned from the imperial court and went north to the Tang Empire in order to be admitted to the academy.

The admission criteria of the college are crucial, but if Tanhua of the Southern Jin Kingdom is not qualified, it may be too impossible. So no one will doubt whether Xie Chengyun can be assessed, they only care about whether he can become the top spot.

Xie Chengyun, Zhong Dajun and Wang Ying stood under the screen wall, looking at the list with their hands crossed behind their backs. Zhong Dajun, dressed in black, looked indifferent, he knew that he couldn't be the first, because he might only achieve an average score on the driving and demonic routes. And fourteen-year-old Wang Ying's immature face inevitably looked a little nervous. In contrast, Xie Chengyun, who was dressed in a white robe, looked calm, with a dashing smile and a handsome face with a cold confidence commensurate with his fame.

The girl in the arrow robe, the girl named Wu Cai, and several men and women from the noble families of Chang'an City all stood behind them and laughed in a low voice. Even some straightforward girls pointed at Xie Chengyun and kept talking, without being shy.

The crowd consciously left a large space around these young boys and girls, as if they were afraid to disturb them or bump into them. The laws of the Tang Empire were strict, but the differences between classes were not too harsh. However, these teenagers and girls standing under the walls of the screen are not only of extraordinary origin, but also have a good reputation, and the rest of them will subconsciously keep their distance from them.

From time to time, you can hear oh and ah. When the names of these three people appear at the top of the list, it causes a burst of whispering. They looked enviously at the three wits in front of them.

Wang Ying turned around, folded her hands, and unceremoniously bowed to the candidate. Except for his young age and poor health, he got a C in the course of toxoplasmosis, and the rest of the subjects were A+. It is said that when he played the guqin during the music exam, he was highly praised by Qingyu, an instructor at the academy.

Zhong Dajun casually folded his hands and saluted the other candidates, raising his chin, which made him look a little proud. However, the people of the Don Empire were so free and relaxed that they would not skimp on praise for those who were qualified to be proud. For Zhong Dajun, in addition to getting a B in the remaining four courses, he got a B in riding a chariot, and the other four courses all got A, especially the calligraphy course also got an A+. Such a good result really deserves applause.

The warmest applause and scorching eyes of the girls naturally gave Xie Chengyun. All six of his courses are A's, including A+ in Politeness and Calligraphy. Such a perfect grade, even in this decade, helped him rank in the top few of the college entrance exams.

Xie Chengyun clasped his hands together and bowed around with a smile. The twilight seemed to be extremely dazzling, shining on the boy's white robe and his handsome and humble smile. The girl in the quiver and the others clapped and jumped incessantly, as if the glory also belonged to them.

Ning Que and Sang Sang stood side by side on the stone ground in the distance, watching the lively scene. He couldn't help but scoff. "I can't really explain why. The so-called Mr. Sang is much more beautiful than others?

It's just a colloquial saying in Wei Cheng. For example, if a soldier drinks two more bowls of wine than their companions, he may be ridiculed. "Are you better looking than anyone else?" Ning Que sneered casually, but he didn't expect Sang Sang to look up at him, his willow-like eyes were full of dazzling stars, and the twilight was gradually fading away. "He's really beautiful, ah."

Ning Que didn't dare to respond. He looked down at the surface of his boots on the front of his robe, as if ants were crawling on it.

Below the list on the wall of the screen, there was an excited candidate who said, "Six courses are all A's, and two of them are A's. This should be the best score on the college entrance exam in almost a decade. Mr. Sang of the Southern Jin Kingdom really has a well-deserved reputation.

One of the distraught candidates replied: "Who said this is the best result in the last decade?" Five years ago, a candidate from West-Hill earned an A+ in six courses. All the instructors of the academy ran into the crowd, because this was the best of the last century.