She became the little Jiaojiao of the villain tyrant

Chapter 162 Little Brother, Are You Taking the Imperial Examination?
On the way back, Ye Han stopped suddenly in front of an alley.

Ji Nuan bit the candied haws and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Just after asking, I heard——

"The heaven and earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is prehistoric.

The sun and the moon are surging, and the stars are listed.

The cold comes and goes, the autumn is harvested and winter is hidden.

Runyu is an adult, Lulu Tiaoyang..."

She blinked: "So it's a thousand-character text."

Looking in the direction, it turns out that there is a private school in the deep alley, and the sound of reading is coming from it.

Ji Nuan wanted to ask my little brother what happened, but saw his eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something.

So she calmed down, looked at the private school, then at her little brother, suddenly her heart moved.

She remembered that it seemed to be mentioned in the original book that when Ye Han was recognized by the officials and restored his identity, it seemed that it was because of what happened when he took the imperial examination.

So does it mean that according to the normal procedure, the little brother will take the imperial examination route later?

Ji Nuan's eyes lit up, she was wondering how to temporarily divert her little brother's attention, so that he would not be desperate and only think about revenge.

Maybe...preparing for the imperial examination is that way?
Ye Hanshi retracted his eyes and was about to leave, when a girl's sweet voice suddenly sounded in his ear:
"Little brother, do you want to study for the imperial examination?"

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he replied coldly, "I don't want to."

"Ah? Is that so..." The girl showed a disappointed expression on her face.

Ye Han lowered his eyes, studying, taking the imperial examination...these are the choices of normal people, and he has long lost the right to choose in his life.

"Let's go, it's time to go back."

After he finished speaking, he took the lead in walking ahead.

Ji Nuan recovered and chased after him: "Don't, it just happened to be here, let's go in and have a look inside, what if you like it?"

"I do not like."

Ye Hanshi repeated one more sentence, but just after he finished speaking, a person rushed out in front of him. Seeing that the two of them were about to collide, he turned slightly, and the person fell directly to the ground.

"Ouch, my waist." The man yelled, and the wrapped scrolls in his arms were scattered all over the floor.

Ji Nuan chased after him, and was dumbfounded seeing this scene: "Old man, are you alright?"

The man got up from the ground: "Young man, let me tell you, walk well, why are you hiding?"

He taught him dissatisfiedly, Ye Hanshi picked up the package from the ground and handed it to him: "Your things."

There is no reminder that he walks without eyes first.

The old man didn't accept the package, but took out the picture scroll in it, and said repeatedly: "I almost forgot it, this is my treasure."

As he spoke, he carefully unfolded the scroll for inspection. Ji Nuan was biting the candied haws. From her perspective, she saw that it was a very artistic ink landscape painting. Just as he was about to take a closer look, he heard a surprised young voice in his ears: "Fan Daochun's "Grass" "Dwelling in Lushan Mountain"?"

The old man was fine after checking the scroll, and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he was a little surprised when he heard the boy's words: "You actually know him?"

A look of sadness flashed across Ye Hanshi's eyes: "My father loves Master Fan's paintings and calligraphy, and there are many works in his family collection, so I know them well."

The old man stroked his beard and said, "Then come and see if my painting is genuine or a fake."

Ye Hanshi glanced at him, and actually walked over.

Ji Nuan hurriedly made way for him.

"Although this painting is called "Dwelling in Caolu Mountain", it is a panoramic landscape, with mountains and rivers, streams and waterfalls, thatched cottage gardens, and all the elements in landscape paintings. But this kind of closeness to the universe is bold. , but it is difficult to find among later generations of painters..."

(End of this chapter)