The Huangshadao City is still at night. The panic that was moving last night has disappeared. The streets after the exam are noisy as if they are celebrated in the New Year.

"Xue Qing and Xue Qing."

Accompanied by the greetings outside, Xue Qing and Liu Chunyang walked out.

Pang An said: "Have you checked out with Chunyang? Where is Mr. Qingxia?" Pang An, who had not drunk alcohol during the exam under the light, turned red.

Xue Qing nodded and followed them: "The gentleman left first after he talked to me, and there is still a lot of things to do."

Although the gentleman exam has been completed, there are still many chores to come. The results must be announced and the teacher-giving banquet will be held, etc. It will take four or five days to truly end.

Lin Xiucai reached out and lit up, shouting that everyone was all over the place and was going back, but because of the sound of Xue Qing, everyone around him came over, and the whole city was talking about the results of the gentleman test, and many idle people recorded the results of each subject. Although the government had not announced it, the results were almost out, and the most eye-catching one was of course the top.

Xue Qing, it’s certain that it’s certain.

"Snow Qing?"

"That Xue Qing? Where can I see it?"

"Zheyuan Duke, Jieyuan Duke."

There were chaotic shouts on the street and people rushed over. The candidates in Chang'an Palace had to squeeze together to avoid being blocked by the crowd. Xue Qing smiled at the inquiry on the street.

"This is a candidate from Chang'an Prefecture... All Chang'an Prefecture staff have passed the top 200 this time."

"Ah, that's not as good as a candidate in Xiliang?"

"What do you mean? My candidates in Dazhou are much more powerful, so why do you have to compete with Xiliang candidates?"

The candidates in Chang'an Prefecture walked back to the inn from the street like a hustle and bustle with hustle and bustle, and still looked excited.

"What are you going to do tonight? Keep drinking." Zhang Shuangtong and several young people greeted him.

But not many people responded, most of them were already drunk or tired and had to go to bed.

"Where are you, Xue Qing?" Zhang Shuangtong asked, "You don't drink, you won't be tired, you have to sleep?"

Xue Qing turned around and smiled: "No, I want to write a letter."

Xue Qing was very worried about his widowed mother at home when he was away. He wrote letters almost every day. In addition to giving to Xue's mother, he also gave to Guo Ziqian, Zhang Liantang, Leting and others every time he gave to send out the letters, they were teased by Zhang Shuangtong several times. It was not surprising that he said this.

"It's not too late to write tomorrow. I'm so anxious. I won't let your letters go a long way every night." Zhang Shuangtong said.

Xue Qing said: "But you can take a day off in one morning." The young man was very serious about calculating.

It was too vulgar. Zhang Shuangtong shook her sleeves and stopped inviting him, saying, "Remember to write one for my brother, I don't have to write it." He called his friend away.

Xue Qing and Guo Zi'an returned to the room. Compared to the noise in the front yard, the lights on the back stairs were swaying in the autumn breeze. Xue Qing pushed the door and went in, but Guo Zi'an followed Liu Chunyang into the next door. The door was opened. The two of them pulled the stool and sat at the door, calling for small wine and food while chatting... It seemed that they were caring and not disturbing the young man who wrote a letter inside.

Xue Qing closed the door with his backhand, walked straight to the table in the dark and lit the light. The room became bright, shining on the two people sitting in front of the table and a person squatting on the ground... The young man was tied with a rope and blocked his mouth.

"It's hard for you to keep squatting like this." Xue Qing smiled, and nodded to the peddler Kang Nian and the blacksmith, "Brother Xiaokang, Uncle Blacksmith."

The blacksmith was as taciturn as ever. Kang Nian laughed and said, "This kid is very powerful. I almost couldn't help it alone, so I asked the blacksmith to help." He coughed lightly, "Of course this is because I was injured."

Xue Qing looked at his arm wrapped in wounded cloth and said with concern: "It's okay." He also suggested that Qi Suo take a look.

Kang Nian nodded: "It's just right for him to see you. I didn't have time when I saw you in the afternoon. Now I have a night of time." He said, "You should be careful, this boy..." He looked at the boy squatting on the ground, "It's stubborn like a cow..."

Xue Qing nodded with a smile: "It's okay."

Yes, what can happen? This girl killed five black armored guards alone. Kang Nian smiled and called the blacksmith to flip out through the back window.

There were only two people left in the room. Xue Qing looked at the boy squatting on the ground and said, "Do you still recognize me? We have seen it outside the city gate this afternoon."

Huang Ju just said nothing, and his body was constantly tensing and loosening... The child was trying to break free of the rope. Xue Qing smiled and reached out to untie the rope on his body... Kang Nian's technique was very exquisite, but it was not very difficult for her. When the rope was slightly loose, Huang Ju suddenly seemed to bounce up like a spring, unstoppable... Xue Qing pressed his shoulder with his hand, and the young man's tensed figure fell back to the ground instantly.

Huang Ju finally raised his head and looked at the young scholar who was shorter and thinner than him under the lamp. His eyes were a little surprised under his messy hair.

Xue Qing said: "Don't be afraid, I'll invite you to come just to ask you a few words."

The surprise in Huang Ju's eyes dissipated and he returned to indifference. There were many surprising and incredible things and people in this world, but what about him? He lowered his head and did not move. He felt the hand on his shoulder gently patting it, and then he wanted to take it away... Take it away... Huang Ju's figure suddenly tensed again, just waiting for the finger to leave his shoulder and smash it out like a stone...

The finger finally left.

Huang Ju did not smash it out like a stone because there was a sound like a stone on his head.

"... Are you still insisting on learning to kill from me?"

That voice! That person! Huang Ju raised his head, and there was only this beautiful young man in front of him looking at him, and there was no one else, but this voice... He stared at this young man, could it be...

Xue Qing smiled at him, raised his sleeve to cover his mouth, then put down his hand and held something like a small stone in his palm and handed it to him, saying, "...there is a small way." He resumed his previous voice, "This can change the sound." He put his hand away, covered his sleeves and put it in his mouth again, and looked at Huang Juyixiao, "After all, killing and setting fires are shameful."

This is the voice of that person that night again.

Huang Ju stood up, clenched his hands tightly, and couldn't say anything, so he just looked at him hard... So that's how he was.

Xue Qing reached out to stroke his face, and smiled with a curved look: "No, except for the sound, it doesn't look like this, there are also small means."

Huang Ju lowered his head and heard the clothes rubbing. The boy said aloud. He looked up and saw that the boy was already sitting in front of the desk, with a chair placed opposite the desk.

Xue Qing pointed: "Sit down and talk."

Huang Ju walked over with his head down and looked at the clean and beautiful chair... sitting on the chair. I haven't sat there for a long time, and I can't remember it...

"You can squat on it."

The young man said, Huang Ju looked over and saw that there was no slight pity on his face, but his eyes were bright and a little happy.

"If someone likes to squat, they also squat on the chair. If he says that in a normal sitting posture, his reasoning ability will decrease by 40%, which is very powerful."

I didn't understand what I didn't understand. As expected, Huang Ju didn't say anything, and indeed stepped on the chair and squatted on it.

Xue Qing looked at him and smiled behind the desk, and was truly happy without any concealment. She reached out to pick up the pen and dipped it ink and put it on the spread paper.

Two lamps shine on the boy writing, describing concentration. It was a bit funny to hold the pen with thick cloth, but the pen was not stagnant. She quickly wrote a few words, and she picked it up and handed it over.

"Are you still able to read?" she asked looking at Huang Ju.

Huang Ju turned his head slightly and looked at her hand. The ink words on the paper were clear and flying. He withdrew his gaze and lowered his head, hugged his knees and looked at the toes squatting on the chair.

"Liantang." He said.

Xue Qing nodded and exclaimed: "You are enlightened very early." He took back the letter and put it on the table to look at it, "These two words are not easy to learn."

Huang Ju was silent.

Xue Qing put down his pen and held his hand, looked at him, and said, "I still said this afternoon, Huang Ju, do you want to study?" Without waiting for Huang Ju to speak...or the child was not going to speak, she continued, "You saved my life. Your request at that time was to learn to kill from me. I agreed, but if you want to do this, you must save you first."

So what I said that night was asking him for help, but it was actually for him? Huang Ju looked at Xue Qing.

Xue Qing smiled at him, reached out with one hand, and said, "We worked together happily and completed it very smoothly. It's really gratifying."

The young man in front of him could squat on the chair as she suggested, but he did not raise his hand and high-five with her.

Xue Qing smiled and withdrew his hand, quivered himself, held it and smiled, and said, "Now you are free, you have many choices, I'll ask again, do you really want to learn to kill someone?"

Huang Ju looked at her dirty hair and looked indifferent.

"When we are in trouble, we often need a belief to support it. It can be said that it is a belief or an obsession. Obsession must be the right choice." Xue Qing said, his voice a little sad, "You have also seen your friends. Life will be good like them, or you can follow me to study, write articles like me and take the imperial examination, and your life will be the same as you should have..."

Huang Ju said: "It's different." He interrupted her and looked at her, "Never, it won't be the same."
Chapter completed!