The legitimate daughter becomes cannon fodder? Rebirth to overthrow the system's fatality

Cheng Jiuyuan arrived at the ceremonial hall, greeted everyone, and then stood at the bottom.

"Cheng Jiuyuan, did you write these articles?" The dean handed the articles to Cheng Jiuyuan.

Cheng Jiuyuan took it and looked down at it for a few seconds: "Shanzhang, this ink scroll has indeed been replaced by someone."

"Are you so sure?"

“Students can write down the essays for the big exam on the spot.”

The headmaster nodded, had a table, chairs, writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone placed in the middle, and motioned for her to start.

Cheng Jiuyuan walked forward and sat down, took out his pen and ink, and began to write the article from memory.

She has always had a photographic memory, and she remembers every detail of her own writing.

The teachers at the top were on full alert.

Their Baichuan Academy has always been fair and strict. Most of the students here are of noble status, and many are royal relatives.

Without strict rules, it would be difficult to move forward.

Therefore, there is no difference in treatment once you enter Baichuan Academy.

Such a thing as stealing and replacing ink rolls has never happened before.

Outside the hall, a group of students surrounded them, and the teacher couldn't drive them away.

They didn't make any noise, just watched, and finally the teacher let them do as they pleased.

In the middle of the field, Cheng Jiuyuan stood with her back straight. Her blue and white student uniform made her look noble and elegant. She was copying the manuscript seriously without being arrogant or impatient. Even the voice that had doubted her earlier had become quieter.

In less than half an hour, Cheng Jiuyuan had finished memorizing all five articles.

She slowly stood up and handed the article to the headmaster.

The headmaster took a quick look, took the previous articles and put them together.

“This is exactly the same!”

The teachers gathered around and came forward.

"What's changed? It's exactly the same."

A smile quietly appeared on Shangguan Jing's lips.

Jiang Miaoduan stepped forward and pointed to the marked places and said, "Look at these places."

Everyone lowered their heads and compared them carefully.

"Right, I thought this article was good at the time, but these few parts seemed very abrupt and stiff. After this change, it became smoother."

“This does not prove that the article was replaced.”

"Yes, the handwriting is exactly the same. If it wasn't written by the original author, who could have imitated it so accurately?"

Cheng Jiuyuan slowly said, "Masters, although the handwriting is the same, the forger overlooked one point."

Zhu Zhili admired the boy's calmness and composure. He smiled kindly and asked, "What did you overlook?"

"Students have always used Suzhou Hui ink, but this one uses Ruijin Rui ink."

"Hui ink is like lacquer on paper, with a black and smooth color that never fades over time. The paper and pen are not sticky, and the fragrance is strong. It has a rich texture and is suitable for writing. Rui ink has a fine texture, is black and shiny, has a purple luster, and has a fragrant smell. It is suitable for painting and collecting."

Everyone compared the two articles carefully, and it was indeed as Cheng Jiuyuan said, one was delicate and the other had some texture, one was ink black and the other was dark purple.

If you smell it up close, the smell is different.

"Who can prove that you used Hui ink in the exam?" Shangguan Jing asked.

Zhu Jin, who was standing outside the hall, heard this and immediately shouted, "Students can prove it!"

As she spoke, she walked in: "On the day of the final exam, the student forgot to bring his pen and ink, so he borrowed Cheng Jiuyuan's."

Zhu Zhili held his forehead with his hand when he heard this.

She even forgot to bring pen and paper for the exam. This girl is really not comparable to the girl from the Cheng family.

Zhu Jin looked at a teacher and said, "It was Teacher Yan who took the brush and ink from Cheng Jiuyuan and gave it to the student after checking it."

Master Yan nodded: "It is true."

The headmaster looked at a teacher beside him and handed him the key: "Go and get the ink scroll for the Zhujin exam."

The teacher nodded, took the key from the headmaster, and walked out quickly.

Soon, Zhu Jin's ink scroll was brought.

Several ink scrolls were placed together.

Zhu Zhili sighed again.

It's just unbearable to put my daughter's shitty handwriting together with the Cheng family's girl's.

Zhu Jin was very proud: "So what? I didn't lie, did I? Cheng Jiuyuan's ink scroll was replaced by someone!"

The headmaster's brows were furrowed so tightly that they could pinch a fly to death.

"Someone really dared to do this under my nose! I will definitely investigate it thoroughly!"

The students outside the door were shocked when they heard this.

"Did Cheng Jiuyuan's ink scroll really get replaced by someone? Who was it?"

"Whoever can benefit from this is the most suspicious!"

Two names come to mind at the same time in many people's minds.

Shangguan Jing and Wei Pianpian.

The usual smile on Wei Pianpian's face finally disappeared: "I won't do such a thing! I, the Wei family, dare to take responsibility for my actions. After the exam, I will leave the academy!"

Everyone's eyes seemed to fall on Shangguan Jing.

After all, there is no evidence pointing out that it was Shangguan Jing who did it, and she has Concubine Xian and Prince Rui behind her, so who dares to speak nonsense?

Someone whispered, "Since this exam is in doubt, then the position of the head of the female school..."

Shangguan Jing looked very unhappy.

This is a done deal, but it can change at any time.

Wherever she went these past two days, she was complimented.

To gain a foothold among the men was the result of her efforts over the years.

"It's doubtful whether the article has been changed. Even if it has been changed, Cheng Jiuyuan's article is not necessarily better than Wei Pianpian's." Shangguan Jing said with a dark face.

The headmaster said coldly: "This is easy. Just let them do something in front of us."

Cheng Jiuyuan nodded: "I'm fine."

Everyone's eyes fell on Wei Pianpian.

Wei Pianpian gritted her teeth: "I have no problem either."

So another table was brought to the scene, and Cheng Jiuyuan and Wei Pianpian sat on each side.

"Poetry, Confucian classics, and historical essays are all the most important in the imperial examination. I believe that both of you are good at poetry and Confucian classics. Listen carefully, today's topic is 'On the Situation of Zhao Jinglingzhou', and the limit is two incense sticks."

"Burn incense."

The incense lit up, and Cheng Jiuyuan and the other person started writing at the same time.

There was silence inside and outside the hall. Everyone looked at the burning incense and then at the two people in the field.

To write on the spot, especially under the eyes of so many people, one needs not only real talent and skills, but also the ability to remain calm in the face of emergencies.

Wei Pianpian is from a military family, and Cheng Jiuyuan is the daughter of the prime minister. One is a scholar, while the other is a warrior; one is strong, while the other is gentle.

Everyone was guessing who was better between the two.

Wei Pianpian's palms were sweating, she must not lose.

But the more she thought about it, the more panicked she became.

She turned her head to glance at Cheng Jiuyuan and saw that she was as steady as a rock. Apart from moving her right hand, she didn't even lift her eyelids.

She couldn't help but take a deep breath, calm herself down and continue.

When the incense was almost burned out, Cheng Jiuyuan put down his pen.

When the last bit of incense ash fell, Wei Pianpian also put down his pen.

The two of them stood up and moved aside.

The teachers picked up the two articles, read them carefully, and nodded continuously.

The students outside the hall were eager to go up and take a look, and they began to push and shove.