At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

When the attack failed, the man quickly slipped out a long stone paperweight from his sleeve and hit Xie Yuheng on the head.

At this time, the soldier also heard the movement and turned around, and only had time to shout: "Be careful!"

Seeing that the stone paperweight was about to hit Xie Yuheng on the back of the head, the examinee had a weird smile on his face.

Unexpectedly, Xie Yuheng seemed to have eyes in his back. He quickly pressed against the wall and escaped.

It’s a long story, but in fact everything happened in an instant.

Xie Yuheng quickly turned around, put his hands on both sides of the wall, flew into the air, raised his foot and kicked the man in the abdomen, and the man instantly flew towards the wall of the front row dormitory.

Fortunately, I controlled the force, but the whole wall shook but did not collapse.

The candidates in the front row dormitory woke up from their sleep, touched the sand on their faces, stood up in panic and shouted: "The ground is moving, the ground is moving!"

In this room, the soldiers came to their senses, threw their torches, and started fighting with the men with their red-tasseled spears.

The candidates in the nearby dormitory had already woken up from the sudden kick and saw the trumpeter fighting with a man. Although I don’t know why, but! Bugle Corps can never go wrong.

Xie Yuheng, an old scholar from the dormitory next door, rummaged around in his rolled-up test basket for a long time. He took out half a steamed bun and waited until the two of them came to his cell again.

The old scholar shouted to be careful. The soldier heard the sound and ducked down to avoid the attack. The steamed bun hit the man in the head.

He was already injured, but now his eyes were filled with stars. After a few moves, he was subdued to the ground by the soldiers.

The old scholar touched his loose teeth across his lips. Looking at the man who was subdued on the ground, he snorted coldly.

Dude, the steamed buns served by Gongyuan almost knocked out his teeth, but they can't kill you.

There was a commotion before and after, and countless people were awakened in the Gongyuan. For a moment, there was an uproar like a vegetable market.

Fortunately, the chief examiner, Fu Ce, quickly organized people to maintain order, and things quickly became quiet again.

Lighting the candle for illumination, Xie Yuheng pulled out the wooden thorns nailed to the bed.

The wood thorns are brown in color, the wood grain is brown, and the eyes are thick and long. It is the third-hardest ironwood in the beam. This is the same wood she used to support the seat board.

Now that the wooden thorn's head had been broken, Xie Yuheng had a smile on his lips, brushed his white fingers over the wooden thorn, and looked at the man who was pressed to the ground by the soldiers with a smile.

The man's chest rose and fell, his cheek touching the ground. Bright red blood dripped from the corner of his mouth and fell to the ground. A pair of sinister eyes stared at Xie Yuheng.

Seeing his stubborn look, Xie Yuheng sighed and shook his head, with 'sadness' written all over his face. She thought she had never seen this man before.

Why did you start assassinating people? Who can't afford it?

The young boy smiled sweetly at the man, smiling innocently and harmlessly. The candlelight flickered behind her, like a fairy child.

The wooden thorn spun around in Xie Yuheng's palm, and then flew straight through the sky towards the man's head.

Tang Jin, who was leading the team, had his eyes narrowed, and he moved one step faster, taking his spear out of his hand to stop the wooden thorn.

I was secretly worried: After all, Marquis Jiangling was a child. If this person died, what would happen if someone used this as an excuse to say that Marquis Jiangling's grades were different?

Moreover, when this happened, he, as the commander of the trumpet army, was the first to be held accountable. If a person still dies without any evidence, then he alone bears all the wrath from above.

But after all, it was Mu Ci who was one step faster.

The wooden thorn scraped past the man's ear, cutting off half of his ear and causing blood to flow.

In the same row of examination rooms, several candidates covering their eyes and peeping when they saw this started screaming, even more miserable than the man himself.

The spear following the wooden thorn continued to fly forward. The tip of the spear left a long mark on the ground, and then landed with a clang, causing a cloud of dust.

Xie Yuheng didn't even look at Tang Jin and his party. You can think with your toes what these big-headed soldiers are thinking.

As for when the time came, the man bit her back and said he was helping her cheat or something. His nature was steadfast and unyielding, so he carried out the assassination. In order to add a lot of unnecessary trouble, it is better to start with some mantras.

Tang Jin led the people forward and bowed his hands to Marquis Jiangling who was making tea leisurely. He looked carefully and saw that they were no different, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

With a silent gesture, the bugler escorted the man out of the alley between the exam rooms.

Qingfeng Tower.

Fu Ce was only wearing a middle coat. He had recovered from the assassination of Marquis Jiangling and felt cool. After listening to the report from Tang Jin's men, Fu Ce was silent in thought.

The academic officer beside him took off his official robe and put it thoughtfully on Fu Ce's shoulders. He asked in a low voice: "Sir, please send a doctor to take a look."

After all, that sick man, he heard from the candidates who entered the hall, would not survive until twenty.

Fu Ce waved his hand, "No need. Since Commander Tang said there is nothing to do, he will send the doctor again. Painting a tiger will not turn out to be a dog."

"Yes."

As time goes by, the sun sets, and a gong sounds to announce the end of autumn.

After the soldiers collected the answer sheets and manuscript papers from each dormitory, the candidates rushed to each door, talking about what happened in the early morning.

Xie Yuheng sat leisurely in the dormitory, planning to wait until there were fewer people before leaving. The old scholar from the dormitory next door poked his head over and said hesitantly: "Little guy, are you okay?"

"Nothing." Xie Yuheng smiled lightly, took out a spare inkstone from the examination basket, and handed it to the old scholar.

"I have only opened the inkstone, but have not used it. I would like to treat it as a thank you gift to thank the old gentleman for his generous help. I hope you don't dislike it."

The old scholar's eyes lit up: "A gentleman is in danger of helping others, and the people in Zhou are anxious. How can this be so embarrassing?"

Having said that, the old scholar still took the inkstone with his honest hand. I wonder how many scholars in the world can resist the temptation of Jiaozhou purple sand Duan inkstone.

The candidates watching around were so envious that their eyes were red.

Who hasn’t had the steamed buns distributed by Gongyuan? Why didn’t I take action at that time?

"Old man, touch me." A young candidate put his hand on the old scholar's shoulder in a familiar manner, and other candidates immediately gathered around him.

Xie Yuheng smiled, turned his head and saw a cyan figure behind the crowd, his face full of worry.

Holding the examination basket, he walked around the candidates who were admiring the Duan inkstone and called out softly, "Brother."

Xie Mingli looked at her carefully and said in a hoarse voice, "As long as it's okay."

God knows, when he heard about the assassination of Marquis Jiangling, his heart nearly jumped out of his throat. Fortunately, the inspection instructor saw that he was absent-minded and kindly gave him some advice.

Taking the test basket from Xie Yuheng's hand, the brother and sister headed towards the north exit. On the way, they met several other children from Xie's Academy, all with worried looks on their faces.

Mr. Xu knocked the sunflower seeds he got from Mei Xingyun and said, "What kind of god have you offended? You can send someone to take the provincial examination."

Xie Yuheng spread his hands: "I am a kind-hearted and helpful young gentleman, who can I offend?"

A long silence surrounded Xu Lu's head.