The whole capital thinks I'm a lone star

Chapter 92 Lishan Academy Entrance Examination: Flood Control

"His Royal Highness is here." With a loud shout, everyone's eyes turned to the way they came.

I saw a young man dressed in a cloud satin black robe, with a peerless appearance, walking over with a folding fan in his hand.

The black robe seems low-key, but the black robe made of cloud satin that only produces one bolt a year in Tianxia silk factory is definitely not low-key. It sets off people like Zhilan Yushu, with boundless elegance.

For a moment, everyone was silent.

No matter whether you have met His Highness the Ninth Prince or not, whether you are a native of the capital or not, everyone has heard of this notoriety, and they are afraid that if you accidentally offend him and delay the exam, you will definitely regret it for the rest of your life.

His Highness Ninth Prince walked towards Wei Zhao as if he didn't feel the panic in other people's eyes.

At this moment, everyone was sweating at the fact that the girl in the white dress was as beautiful as a fairy, and some even secretly thought, this Ninth Highness has always been absurd, could it be that he is not convinced because he is more beautiful than him?
Wei Zhao already felt the strange eyes of everyone, but seeing Rong Jin like that, he didn't seem to intend to stop.

She thought about it, but she didn't stop it secretly. Although she was careless in making friends, she, Wei Zhao, didn't have to hide it when she made friends.

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Before Rong Jin could walk over, the door of the examination room opened from the inside.

A young man in Tsing Yi walked out of the door, with his hands behind his back, his face was clear and handsome, he walked in a leisurely manner, stood still on the steps, and glanced at the audience, "The assessment will start in a quarter of an hour, and we will start entering the arena now."

This person is the chief archaeologist in charge of this freshman assessment.

Li Shichun was the chief examiner announced by Lishan Academy before. Chief Li is famous for his high pass rate in the examination, so everyone is faintly glad that they are lucky this time. Who will tell them what is going on now?
Although this Mr. Gu is handsome and gentle, he is notoriously strict in the assessment. He once became famous for making all the students in the graduating class repeat a grade. He is simply a devil lecturer.

At this moment, most people's mentality collapsed, and their faces were very ugly. Only two people looked normal.

Gu Chuan had a panoramic view of most of the people's expressions, and only stayed on those two people before turning around and entering the examination room.

As soon as he left, all the candidates followed him with heavy steps like a deflated ball. Many of them were already prepared to wait another three years.

Unexpectedly, this assessment was simpler than everyone expected. There was only one question, and there were at least eight in the past.

The topic also looks relatively normal: water control.

All candidates are required to write an essay on water control with the background of the disaster in the south of the Yangtze River.

Everyone's heavy hearts finally eased a little when they saw the topic, and it seemed that it was not as difficult as imagined.

clang clang-

The little book boy beat the gong with a hammer, and the assessment officially began, which lasted for an hour.

Writing a policy theory for an hour is very tight, and this may be the real difficulty of this exam.

As soon as the gong sounded, most people began to write hard.

Rong Jin sat at the low table, waving a fan leisurely, and seemed to enjoy the atmosphere.

This experience was very new to His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince. Ever since he beat away ten great Confucian scholars when he was young, Emperor Chu had already given up his studies, so let alone exams, he rarely even participated in such activities as reading.

Wei Zhao grinded it, and looked towards the front before picking up the pen. Gu Chuan was making tea, his movements were elegant, and his expression was serious, as if drinking tea was the real thing.

Wei Zhao's eyes moved slightly, and he began to write.

(End of this chapter)