No. 1 house.

Chen Yan opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

He took the water-green inkstone on the table, poured the ink on it, sat up straight, and began to grind.

After a short time, the ink dissolved, and fine smoke came out of the inkstone, like red gold, glowing with strange colors.

This is the golden smoke tea ink, rich skin and greasy, luster like lacquer, known as light, grinding to clear, smelling sweet, hard as jade, grinding silent, a little like lacquer, thousands of years of true reputation.

That is to say, the Dayan Dynasty has the financial resources and courage to equip candidates with this level of good ink.

Smelling the aroma of golden smoke, tea and ink, Chen Yan's thoughts turned, the other party dared to be so rampant, he was definitely not afraid of exposing himself, the way of protecting gods and gods is not only in officialdom.

"Hmph,"

Chen Yan snorted coldly, if it were a different candidate, there would definitely be nothing to be done in the face of such a situation, and there would be no way out, but who let them deal with themselves.

"I'm directly retrieving memories and plagiarizing, where you need to think, you're just doing useless work. ”

Chen Yan pondered, directly took the big pen of Shuanghao on the pen stand, spread out the roll paper, and started again.

rustle,

When the tip of the pen touches the delicate paper, it makes a rustling sound, like the night rain beating the pipa, which is very rhythmic and very good.

"You make trouble, I cheat. ”

Chen Yan listened to the voice ringing in his ears, and smiled secretly in his heart, it was really interesting.

"It's just a big-tailed wolf. ”

The bad gods looked at Chen Yan, who was struggling to write in the house, and laughed vigorously in his heart, although he couldn't write poems and articles, but he was very good at making noise and disturbing people's minds.

"Even if you have the ability, I can't make you think, what kind of good article can you write?"

This god came with strength, a moment of knock knock, a moment of rustling, a moment of rustling, the sound of chaos is even worse than the barking of a donkey.

"Idiot,"

Chen Yan turned a deaf ear, his pen was like a god, his pen was endless, and he wrote quickly.

Yuegong Temple.

The pine and cypress are sensen, and the vine hangs on the loaf.

In the shrouded in smoke, only the divine singing can be heard, and the light fills the room.

airplanes

A divine light suddenly shot out from the shrine in the center of the temple, and Prince Yue returned from going out, opened his eyes, and looked in the direction of the Gongyuan, his eyes were calm.

"Chen Yan, you will be better off than dead. ”

Prince Yue frowned with murderous intent, and the yin owl was cold.

Originally, he didn't look at a little scholar in his eyes, but from Wang Zhutou returning in frustration, to the god general under his seat who never returned, and then to being criticized by civil officials for this, he lost face.

One by one, one by one, they succeeded in provoking his anger.

It just so happened that a few **** days ago also received a letter from the master of the Yaoguang Hall of the Wuji Star Palace, who had a relationship with each other, and it happened that the two of them worked together to give Chen Yan eye medicine, so that he could plant a big heel on the Kedao, and there would be no recovery in the future.

"A showman, in the future, you can't pinch as much as you want,"

Yue Wanggong's eyes were deep, thinking about how to torture this hateful guy who caused trouble for himself and made himself lose face in the Yunzhou Divine Spirit System in the future.

Whoa,

After Chen Yan finished writing the last word, he threw a pen on the table, and after a brief check, he got up and called the soldiers in front of the door.

"What's the matter?"

The soldiers were all transferred from the army, with wooden faces, straddled knives, and expressionless faces.

"I'm going to turn in the papers,"

Chen Yan pointed to the roll paper on the case, repeated it again, and said, "I want to hand in the file." ”

"Wait a minute,"

The soldier glanced at Chen Yan and went out to deliver the message.

There was not much time, and a scribe hurried over and asked, "But you want to hand in the papers?"

"Yes. ”

Chen Yan knew that the other party might regard himself as a grandstander, so he didn't care, and said calmly, "I have finished answering the paper and have to hand in the paper." ”

"Huh?"

The scribe turned his gaze and saw the words on the scroll, with a vigorous calligraphy style in the delicateness, which made his eyes light up at once.

"Hmm,"

The scribe suppressed the anger in his heart, picked up the rolling paper, flipped through it, and then put it down, and when he looked at Chen Yan again, his eyes became strange, with surprise mixed with admiration and a kind of disbelief.

"It turns out that you are Chen Yan,"

The scribe paused before he spoke, "This official has also heard the poems you wrote, and he is really quick and well-deserved. ”

"Let me ask again, do you want to hand in the papers?"

The scribe turned his back on the person behind him and made a look, he was born in Jintai Mansion, of course, he hoped that the local scholars could get a good ranking in the township examination, so he suggested that Chen Yan check a few more times.

"Turn in the papers. ”

Chen Yan had already planned to make a big move in this township test, and the title of the earliest submission of the paper would give people a great shock.

"Okay, you wait a minute. ”

Seeing this, the scribe didn't say anything more, beckoned the people behind him, and began to paste his name and seal it.

"The students went to the back and waited. ”

Chen Yan had the experience of handing in the papers early in the last college examination, and when he saw that the test papers had been sealed, he saluted the scribes, followed the soldiers in front of the door, and went to rest in the back.

"Someone turned in the papers so early?"

"Really?"

"It looks familiar. ”

"It seems to be Chen Yan. ”

Chen Yan's big sleeves fluttered, and he walked all the way, and he happened to be seen by many candidates in the number house, who were either surprised, jealous, or wailing, or couldn't believe it.

Thousands of people have a pre-birth, and people's hearts are complicated.

"If you can perform Dao art in the Tribute Academy,"

Chen Yan's ears moved, in the Gongyuan, in the township test that will determine the future life, everyone's thoughts, emotions and feelings will be infinitely magnified.

In such a situation, if you can comprehend the thoughts of all the candidates in the Tribute Academy, I am afraid that you can increase your divine soul power again.

It's a pity that this kind of thinking can only be thought about, in the Gongyuan, not to mention the Yin God out of the body, even if the thoughts in the sea of consciousness turn around, it will be extremely dull.

"I don't know if there will be a chance in the future. ”

Chen Yan thought in his heart, and his footsteps did not stop.

"Hmph,"

The gods watched Chen Yan's back disappear, but they were very happy, "This guy shouldn't make me so messy that I can't write, just break the jar and break it, and hand it in directly, right?"

"Haha,"

The god laughed, squinted, and said proudly, "If that's the case, Prince Yue's reward will not be less." ”

"It's a pity that I can't give King Yue the good news now, so I can only wait for the township test to end before I go to tell it. ”

The god thought, and his body sank into the seal, and he was silent.

"Huh,"

Such a movement naturally alarmed Bachelor Fang upstairs in Mingyuan, he stared at him, looked down, and said, "There are candidates who have handed in their papers so early?"

"Too early, right?"

Several other deputy examiners stood up, they looked at the sky, and were a little stunned, how long has it been, and it is half a day.

"This,"

Cui Xuezheng looked at the back of the corner, and couldn't help but rub his eyes, why did he look like that kid Chen Yan?

I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival.