Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

What is even more surprising is that after the assessment, ordinary scholars can also make an exception to participate in this school assessment.

Although the proportion is extremely small, so small that it can even be ignored, it has created a change through the ages.

Fairness is like a fantasy dream that the Mohist pursued forever, but it will never come to fruition, but at least Yan Ce tried his best to tear open a hole and create an unknown, even if it was extremely resented by the nobles, and countless people listed it as a dream. The top of the blacklist must also be approached.

It was a dream called justice.

Five invigilators are arranged in each church, but Yan Ce's church has arranged twenty-five invigilators for one-to-one invigilation after countless nobles signed letters.

Being stared at by the army veterans with ferocious eyes with a half-smile, some introverted noble girls don't say anything, it's already a good thing that they don't cry in fright.

Focus on invigilating Yan Gongzi policy.

The three officers prepared their own benches, proctoring the examination at [-] degrees without dead ends.

Yan Ce: "..."

As expected of Young Master Yan Ce, Your Highness NB!

Brothers and sisters Bairen Baili, Gongsun little classmate, Mo Yan who is the direct blood of the Mohist family... They all expressed their admiration at the same time, there is no harm if there is no comparison, and when they think of His Highness, they immediately feel no pressure.

Then, after turning over the topic, they both frown.

The more familiar faces around the young man reveal their deep despair as they write down, the title has also changed this year.

When Yan Ce opened the letter, he saw two very familiar words.

The boy was slightly taken aback.

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While waiting for the head of the school, Gan Luo, to complete the handover and report back to His Majesty, he also waited for Yan Ce by the way.

After the exam started, Miss Lingshi and other parents received questions from the school that were no longer top secret at the same time.

Looking around at the dignity of others.

She actually felt a little nervous.

And the moment I saw the topic.

Miss Lingshi's eyes widened slightly, and she clenched her teeth, hiding inexplicable shame and anger.

The pink color climbed to the snow-white neck.

Poetry Appreciation——

The evil.

……

Mountains without tombs,

The river is exhausted.

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The fifth hundred and fiftieth chapter is a second for the son

The school's exams are over, and the first year of the reform of the assessment system, the strictness of the students is more reflected in the proctors, and the test questions are simpler, without deliberately embarrassing anyone.

But even so, this time and this peace are still the most difficult time for the parents, but after all, they belong to the nobles, and they still have tolerance.

Yan Qing and other parents also prayed for their daughter Mo Yan in the courtyard of the school.

"Dong Lei is shaking, Xia Yuxue... Actually, the love is so deep."

Yan Qing lowered her eyes and flipped through the test questions of this year's students, and found a unique poem at a glance, and couldn't help but read it aloud.

Its content is different from Li Sao, the whole text is eloquent and full of embarrassment, but on the contrary, it is short but concise and deeply affectionate.

Touching words enough to be listed as textbooks...

Gradually, the romantic scenery of flowers before the moon and under the moon came into view. As a woman, Yan Qing was also interested in poems eulogizing love.

"The person who wrote this poem must be a passionate prodigal son."

As Yan Qing spoke, she turned her eyes to her silent husband, Mo Zhong.

"Speaking of which, what do you see me doing?" Mo Zhong smiled wryly.

Yan Qing raised her eyebrows and sneered: "Hehe, it's okay, let's make a comparison."

"..."

Mo Zhong wanted to argue, but in the end he lowered his head. After all, Madam got some things wrong, but she could be right.

Picking up the slips, Mo Zhong read Shang Xie, and asked doubtfully, "Who wrote this poem?"

"Never mind who wrote it, can you write one?"

"... Ma'am, my father-in-law can't even write such courtship poems, so don't make things difficult for me."

The face of Miss Ling in the corner at the side became more and more strange, the bright colors stained the ears, and when the peach blossoms returned to the soil, there were many, and a few petals fell on the slightly trembling fingertips, as if even the fingers were coated with a layer of light powder.

In order to relax their minds, the parents around them also formed their own small circles and exchanged elegance and poetry in twos and threes.