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The next day, when Ye Donglan arrived at the school, everyone greeted him refreshedly, "Morning, Brother Ye."

If he didn't know that he wrote the exercises for them, Ye Donglan would be flattered.

Everyone clamored to go to their notebooks, even Fu Jing rarely said much, just snorted coldly at him, Ye Donglan took his book, sat down in silence, and felt someone's eyes seem to be there when he was fiddling with pen and ink Nothing fell on him, he raised his head, and caught Cong Jing's gaze unexpectedly, Cong Jing was dressed in a white official school uniform, handsome and elegant, he frowned slightly, as if he was hesitating to speak, seeing Ye Donglan look over, He just lifted his chin and looked away.

Ye Donglan was puzzled, but he really had nothing to do with him, so he settled down and started reviewing his homework.

When Master Qingfa came, Cong Jing stood up and handed in the exercise book. When he received it from Ye Donglan, he couldn't help but look at it a few more times. He gripped the book a little harder, and some wrinkles appeared on the paper. Pursing his lips, he didn't know where he provoked this young man.

Cong Jing didn't say much, just accepted the homework and handed it over to Qingfa. Qingfa nodded and accepted it, holding the rice paper handed in yesterday in his hand, and opened his voice lightly,

"I have reviewed yesterday's work, and there are two first-class ones."

The grades of the exercises are divided into four grades, zero and one points are D grades, that is, failed, two to four points are C grades, which can be said to be the worst, five to six points are B grades, that is, medium, and seven points A grade of [-] to [-] is the best, and those with higher scores are even better.

As soon as Qing Fa made this statement, the class suddenly started discussing. It is ashamed to say that their class, although it is Class A, should be the class with the best grades in the eyes of others, but it is not the case. The same is true for the division of classes in government schools. This class may not have the best grades, but it must be the most powerful in the family. There are some problems with the dudes, so this class can be said to be the worst grades, with one exception. It's Cong Jing.

He is the only son of the prime minister, he is proud, he comes from a noble family, and his grades have always been at the top of the list. In the past, there must have been a first-class student in his essays, which was Cong Jing, but now he suddenly has a second one. No wonder these young masters were surprised.

Qingfa raised his eyes and glanced down, the students were a little apprehensive and silent, then Qingfa continued, "Among them, Ye Donglan got the first nine points."

Qing Fa's words stirred up waves, not only shocked others, but even Ye Donglan himself was a little surprised. He used to study under the guidance of his father. Zuolu just followed the master's instructions and tried hard, but he didn't expect to win the first place.

According to the rules of the past, the person who won the first place had to read his work to the students. In the past, it was Cong Jing who came, but today is different. Everyone's eyes are focused on Ye Donglan, but he doesn't know why. It wasn't until Shen Yuzhou pushed him that he woke up like a dream, and the elder brother next to him couldn't hold back his desire to watch the excitement, he patted the table and shouted, "Go, Mr. Ye, read your poems quickly. "

Ye Donglan staggered to Qingfa's side, and took the rice paper in her hand. The handwriting he wrote on the paper was still new, and there were traces of cinnabar circles on it, and the number "九" was written on it. Ye Donglan was still dazed, I only heard Qingfa explain,

"In terms of rhythm, Mr. Cong Jing is better. It's just that yesterday was the day when the Zhenxi Army returned to the capital. I set the test title as "War Horse". Ye Donglan's poems are more realistic and heroic, so they won the first place."

"Read it quickly, there are still many poems to be commented on today." Her gaze turned to Ye Donglan, urging Ye Donglan to speak quickly.

Even though he was holding his own poems, Ye Donglan still felt his throat was astringent. His accent leaned towards the north, which was not quite the same as the accent of the people in Kyoto. In addition, he was trembling a little, which sounded a little funny. He could only try his best to calm down. mood, read

The lonely smoke in the desert and the purple clouds condense,

The war horse's long neighing arrows are first fired.

The general refers to the Six Armies of Destiny,

The horses trod across the sea of ​​blood and sand.

As Ye Donglan was thinking, he still couldn't help but think back to the scene of the battlefield. His first impression of the battlefield came from when he saved Ah Zhe. There was a frightening purple everywhere, but the soldiers of the two armies did not stand up to confront each other. The horses trod across the desert like a sea of ​​blood, trampling the corpses of the dead soldiers.Brutal and beautiful, an unforgettable sight.

The younger brother in the audience had never seen a battlefield before, and he still commented on Ye Donglan's demeanor and tone with a smile. Only Cong Jing lowered his eyes and remained silent. Ye Donglan glanced at him, put away his poems and returned to his seat.