The scene was quiet and there was an uproar.

"What are you doing!" Zhang Shuangtong shouted, reaching out to block Xue Qing behind him.

The candidates around did not disperse, but surrounded them instead.

"What's going on?"

"Why did you take the knife?"

"Oh my God, are you going to kill someone in the street?"

"The sky is blue and white! Is there any other kingly law?"

Shocked, questioned, and anger suddenly rose.

Duan Shan looked at the broken bamboo stick. It was an old bamboo stick, broken on the ground and empty inside. He said, "What do young people do when they are like old people who are like old people who are using sticks."

Pang An was angry: "Is this a violation of the king's law?"

"Xue Qing vomited blood in the exam a few days ago, why can't he lean on a cane?"

"This is ridiculous! When will you have to take care of whether you are a cane or not?"

Other candidates were also angry and questioned.

Xue Qing's expression returned to calm, without any anger or fear, but instead smiled at Duan Shan: "What the sir is saying is that I must exercise well."

Duan Shan didn't say anything anymore and turned around and walked away, turning over and urging his horse to go.

"Hey, I haven't given an explanation yet."

Many candidates shouted that they wanted to surround them. Duan Shan seemed to have no news. Xue Qing bowed to all living beings and said, "It's not for no reason that I have had some holidays with this adult before."

There was a festival? The candidates stopped and were a little curious.

Zhang Shuangtong put... Liu Chunyang on the shoulder and said, "This is Lord Duan Shanduan of the Ministry of Justice in the Capital. He came to our Chang'an Prefecture with the eunuch Liao Cheng to investigate the Zongzhou case. "I didn't say anything else, and it was meaningful.

Most of the candidates around suddenly understood that the eunuch Liao Cheng was convicted of the Chang'an Prefecture's school and market sack, and the people were almost in chaos because of the Zongzhou case. All of this was first caused by the students of Chang'an Prefecture, especially Liao Cheng, who was convicted by Wang Xiangye because of a poem, which was written by Xue Qing.

It turned out that Duan Shan was there at that time, so no wonder...

There was a lot of discussion around, and the candidates who didn’t know asked, and the ones who knew were telling each other.

"Everyone, if you don't mention the past, let's go to the exam quickly." Xue Qing said loudly, bowing to everyone, "This is my private matter, don't disturb everyone."

A candidate whispered loudly: "Mr. Xue, how can this be your private matter? It is the business of all of us scholars to ask for the people and to eliminate traitors and punish evil."

This made people echo and the crowd was infuriated. Some candidates bought a crutch from the grocery store next to them to give it to Xue Qing. Xue Qing repeatedly thanked the crowd for moving forward lively.

Duan Shan, who had already walked out, looked back and he certainly heard the noisy discussions of the candidates.

"Sir, do you really have a grudge against this Xue Qing?" a black armored guard asked in a low voice.

Duan Shan withdrew his gaze and said, "No."

No? Then why did he suddenly cut off his bamboo stick? I can't stand young people leaning on sticks? How could it be? Duan Shan was not that idle.

Duan Shan said: "I just suddenly felt...he was a little suspicious."

Suspicious? How is it suspicious? Could it be the murderer of the Five Pest Army? The Black Armored Guard was very surprised and looked back. The candidates had already walked away, and the young man was mixed in and could not see it... This thin young man was a murderer? Where was the murderer?

Duan Shan also looked back and frowned slightly, as if he was a little surprised by this idea, saying, "I can't say it, but he has always been using this bamboo stick... It's an indispensable thing for people to carry it with him. How could a crutch be indispensable at a young age... I suddenly wondered if there was something hidden inside it, such as weapons."

This is true, this intuition is really...... casually, Heijiawei said: "Now there are no weapons hidden inside, and the bamboo stick is just an ordinary bamboo stick, and Xue Qing doesn't look like she has kung fu... She didn't even react when she waved the sword." Whenever someone is in martial arts, someone will draw his sword and wave it, and his instinct to practice martial arts will react instantly. Xue Qing is like other candidates, "... And this Xue Qing is indeed in poor health. She vomited blood when she fought with Prince Xiliang a few days ago."

Duan Shan was silent for a moment and said, "I'm thinking too much." He urged the horse to move forward, and suddenly looked back, "But I'm not in good health."

Black Armor said: "Again?"

Duan Shan frowned and said, "When we investigated the Zongzhou case in Chang'an Prefecture, he was also in poor health. Well, he was injured when he was arguing with a teenager..."

Heijiawei said: "This is common for young people to fight, it's a coincidence."

Duan Shan nodded: "It's indeed a coincidence." He frowned again, "I always feel that I thought of something just now but I can't remember it..."

What does this mean? Did you think of it or didn’t expect it?

Duan Shan thought about it, something seemed to flash in his mind, but he couldn't say what it was... It was strange and inexplicable... Maybe it was because he had a bad rest recently and thought too much, saying, "It's nothing, let's work."

Maybe it’s another intuition, intuition... In fact, these torture people are most accustomed to making things out of nothing... They can even think of something wrong. As long as there is a need, the Black Armor Guard did not ask again to urge the horse forward.

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......

Black armored guards were everywhere in the city, but they were not as chaotic as the previous imperial guards. They seemed to be silent, but they were everywhere.

Someone at the entrance of the inn looked down and walked, and looked up and saw the black armor guard standing in front of him. He was so scared that he couldn't help but feel numb. However, the black armor guard did not ask, and walked away with a glance at him.

The man patted his chest and looked at the Black Armored Guard walking carefully. The Black Armored Guard quickly stood up again and looked in one direction. There was a three-story building on the other side, which was the upper room of the inn. The candidates were all going to take the exam. It was very quiet at this time. A man stood in the corridor, cleaning, and was a traitor of the inn... The traitor who lowered his head to clean suddenly raised his head, and his eyes were sharp enough to meet the black Armored Guard looking at this side.

This was not the reaction that a servant should have. The black armored guard raised his foot and walked towards him, but before he could approach another servant from the inn appeared. He shook the black armored guard something in his hand, and the black armored guard retracted his gaze and turned away.

The peddler upstairs had already lowered his head and continued to clean, as if he had never looked up.

"Ji Chong."

A female voice came from a room.

The servant immediately turned around and stood in front of a door, stretched out his hand and pushed it open. Song Ying was facing the bookshelf with his back to the door and looked for something, without looking back, "Do you take the math exam today? You should have started?"

Ji Chong responded and said, "Miss, are you going to see it?"

Song Ying took out a book, let out a cheerful low voice and a slight excitement. The corner of the skirt danced and exposed the orchid lace on it. He turned around and said, "It's not convenient if I don't go." He then tilted his head and thought for a moment, "If you ask me to see, tell me that mathematics is not simple, it's the most difficult... I'll give me a copy of the test questions."

Ji Chong turned around and walked out and raised his hand. A man flashed from the side and walked forward. Ji Chong whispered to him a few words and then left.

The outside of the government office is as crowded as before, but it is a little anxious than before.

"...How did you take the exam this time? Why is there no news after so long?"

"It's a paper."

"A paper? That's so simple?"

"Simple? That's not simple, mathematics..."

The discussion was not stopped, and the door of the government office opened, and several people carried one person out.

"Give it, let it go."

Did someone actually faint from vomiting blood? Not only did the people around him not retreated, but rushed forward to look... There was a candidate lying on the door panel, who was in his twenties, with bloodstains on his clothes and his mouth remained, but he was not yet in a coma.

"I...I vomited blood too...I tried my best..." he said, and then reached out to grab the servant next to him, "I can get the full mark."

The officer snorted and said, "You have vomited too early! You haven't answered half of the test questions yet, what are the full marks?"

The candidate whined: "I...I don't want to... let me go in, let me go in and continue the exam..." As he struggled to get down, the officers held him down and carried him away quickly, leaving behind a group of confused people.

It seems to be different from the guesswork.

"This guy pretended to vomit blood and prepared chicken blood in his mouth... and it turned out to bite it out in advance..."

Soon news came inside, and the people around him were in an uproar.

This is to see the three candidates who vomited blood in the front court. Suo Shengxuan and Xue Qing were full marks, and the candidate who played the piano and vomited blood also got the best score, so some candidates got into bad ideas... It was so crazy, and the people laughed and scolded each other.

Guo Zi'an couldn't help laughing while standing in the crowd. Although he was still worried between his eyebrows, he was much better than that day. After the fake blood vomiting candidates, some of them came out after the exam, and their expressions were not much better than vomiting blood.

"...There are so many questions...it's so difficult."

"There are the Eight Trigrams of the Book of Changes, measurements and water power... I don't know at all."

"... Let the county's rice and grain tax treasury... I really can't do it."

".........Repair the dam... Don't mention calculating the materials, I don't even know how to repair the dam..."

The candidates shook their heads and sighed.

It was really difficult to get the exam, and the people were amazed.

"This is the real Confucianism. Learning Confucianism is not only about clear principles, but also about the world." Some old men sighed. This is not something that every scholar can learn, so it is indeed not easy to sit still and write and draw. So can anyone get full marks this time?

If you can get full marks in mathematics, you are truly smart.

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.....

In the main hall of the government office, the sound of the ruler hitting heavily fell.

"Everyone is doing a good job and you must not cause trouble on purpose anymore. Otherwise, you will be disqualified from the exam and go home to vomit blood." The official politely shouted.

The candidates sitting in front of several cases in the hall were silent, either lowering their heads to meditate or writing quickly at their desks. Only one candidate looked at the etiquette officer attentively and nodded immediately when he heard this.

"Yes." He replied loudly.

The only loud voice in the hall was him. Although the sound was clear, gentle and nice, it was still very scary. The candidates around him stared at him.

The etiquette officer did not show any favor to the candidate. He just read the candidate's papers cleanly and didn't write a single word, so he was idle!

"Stop talking, answer the questions." The ritual officer knocked on the ruler and stood on the high platform.

This time, there were no other examiners sitting high on the stage. Because there was no need to judge the score on the spot, they all rested in the side hall, waiting for the candidates to hand in the paper to judge.
To be continued...