Before Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu had chatted for a while, the figure of a certain old-fashioned girl reappeared at the entrance of Suixing Hall.

The bustling school suddenly became silent.

All the students were concentrating on reading, showing great self-discipline.

Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu were of course no exception, and they each flipped through the book carefully.

Yu Huaijin stood at the door with his hands in his hands, staring at the whole place expressionlessly, and said, "Go and have a look at Guangye Hall and Xiudao Hall next door. Are they as noisy as you are? I can hear them even when I'm standing outside the academy."

The students lowered their heads and studied seriously.

The prim girl shook her head.

The return of Senior Yu made everyone quiet down, and the evening self-study continued. Nothing happened afterwards. Zhao Rong continued to review his weaker chess skills, and later he took the initiative to find an opportunity to leave his seat and ask Brother Xue You for advice. Seeing this, Fan Yushu was not willing to be left behind, so he followed Zhao Rong to ask for advice.

Soon, the evening self-study ended and everyone went home.

Zhao Rong returned to Dongli Cottage and deliberately waited until Fan Yushu returned to his own courtyard. Zhao Rong suddenly turned around and asked the taciturn Jia Tengying:

"Brother Teng Ying, during the music and arts exam yesterday afternoon, did you see Mr. Zhu, who teaches us calligraphy, come to the academy?"

Jia Tengying recalled and nodded truthfully, "Yes, after you left the examination room early, about half an hour later, Ms. Zhu passed by the lakeside corridor and walked into the academy. Well, you know, Ms. Zhu... is quite conspicuous, and she can cause a commotion as soon as she comes, so I saw her too. I don't know if she came to invigilate the exam or for something else..."

Zhao Rong nodded silently, said goodbye and went back to the house. Jia Tengying was a dull person and didn't care.

As soon as Zhao Rong returned to the room, he closed the door, turned off the light, walked straight to the desk, threw himself into the chair, and looked up at the ceiling.

A sword spirit in the heart lake couldn't stop laughing.

Zhao Rong had no expression, and asked in his heart: "What are you laughing at?"

Gui imitated someone's voice and said, "I declare that I, Zhao Ziyu, finally don't have to be a gigolo anymore! Hahahahahahahahaha..."

Zhao Rong waved his sleeves, and more than twenty bamboo tubes filled with water from the Zhengguan well appeared on the desk, placed randomly.

Zhao Rong was still slumped in his chair, staring at the ceiling, too lazy to clean up.

The beautiful and tender face of a busty lady slowly floated before his eyes.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath and said, "I have a question..."

Gui tried very hard to stop laughing and answered quickly, "What should I do if I'm surrounded by gigolos? Hahahahahaha, Zhao Rong you're so funny, hahahaha..."

Zhao Rong shut up, feeling numb.

The house was quiet.

However, a sword spirit in the heart lake couldn't stop laughing for a long time.

Zhao Rong lay down quietly for a while.

After a short rest, Gui's laughter finally became smaller. During the time when he was the sword spirit of a certain Peach Blossom Sword Master, Gui felt that he laughed more times than in the entire first half of his life.

"Oh no, you're really going to make me die of laughter, Zhao Rong, hahahaha..."

Zhao Rong was too lazy to even move his lips.

Gui thought for a moment and asked with a smile, "So, she should have known everything you said to the old priest that day, or was she actually at the scene?"

Zhao Rong then nodded numbly, "I think so."

"So, Zhu Yourong not only secretly stuffed your mouth full of soft rice, but also knew what you need now?" It smiled and nodded, "I know what the soft rice that best suits Mr. Zhao's appetite is, it's dragon energy."

Zhao Rong stretched out his hand to rub the stiff muscles on his face, and sighed helplessly, "Yeah."

There are 30 million debts in the world, but the debt of love is the hardest to repay.

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That night, someone who was too lazy to move simply lay down on the armchair, released the evil dragon and activated his heart lake mentality and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already dawn.

The sky outside the window was turning pale. After tidying up, Zhao Rong splashed his face with cold well water, patted his slightly numb cheeks, looked at the rising sun as usual, and went out as usual.

Today is the last day of the mid-month exam.

The morning exam was about chess skills. Zhao Rong arrived at the exam room early, and then took advantage of the break to go to Brother Xue You to ask for advice on two questions from his notes.

After Li Xueyu answered the questions carefully and softly, she asked Zhao Rong, who was about to leave, in surprise: "How long did Brother Ziyu review these two questions this time?"

Zhao Rong said truthfully: "Two days... er, two days and one night."

Li Xueyu blinked, thinking Zhao Rong was joking.

The chess exam still started at 2:15 pm. Not long after Zhao Rong returned to his seat, the bell rang and the exam officially began.

Zhao Rong had been reviewing for the chess test these days. When the invigilator handed the test paper and chess board to him, Zhao Rong, who had been a little nervous before the test, suddenly calmed down.

Zhao Rong silently flipped through the papers, his mind as calm as water, as he examined the questions and took the exam.

He found it... unexpectedly... simple.

I still finished the work in less than a quarter of an hour after the exam started, and the specific time was even just a little over half a quarter of an hour.

Then, as usual, without any hesitation or checking, he was the first to stand up, hand in his paper, and leave the examination room.

Zhao Rong's back as he walked away was clean and neat.

All the examinees in the examination room No. Ren behind him were already numb. They didn't care anymore. They were used to it. They didn't care what the boy said.

Even the new invigilator was not surprised at all. He glanced with interest at Zhao Rong's departing figure in the corridor outside. It was obvious that he had heard about it a long time ago... There was a weirdo in the Ren Examination Hall. He didn't sleep or talk in his sleep when you were invigilating, but just handed in the paper eight hundred years in advance, which was already very considerate of him.

Only Li Xueyu, who was sitting in the examination room, looked in the direction where Zhao Rong left, as if thinking about something.

She had just finished all the exams. The reason she didn't leave was not only because she was shy, but also because she wanted to check it a few more times. She didn't have Zhao Rong's terrifying confidence that he could pass it in one try...

At the same time, the candidates in the eight examination halls that they had to pass by after coming out of the second-to-last examination hall, had originally thought that this examination would be peaceful as well because of the absence of someone in the previous painting examination. However, they had never expected that just when some candidates had the thought of "Will someone come again?", a handsome man passed by outside their examination hall at the right time, walking with a breeze. All they needed was a background music to suit the occasion...

Students in the eight examination rooms: "..."

However, there were also many students whose mentality was not affected much, such as Han Wenfu and others, who just thought that Zhao Rong was just a clown trying to attract attention, and there was no need to worry about him and they could just ignore him.

"Heh, you are a guy who is pretending to be a god and selling his head." Wu Peiliang sneered.

Zhao Rong left the academy as usual, turned left and returned to Dongli Cottage.

Thanks to the accumulation of all-night reading in the past and the activation of his heart by reading "Praise of the Humble House", this exam was much easier than he had imagined.

Now, there is only the last poetry and writing test in the afternoon left.

This is also one of the two major subjects in this assessment.

Another major subject is the assessment of classics, ethics and arts.

Because among the seven arts taught to students in Mo Chi Academy, poetry and classics are major arts, and the remaining etiquette, chess, painting, calligraphy and music are minor arts.

The total score of a major art subject is twice that of a minor art subject, and is of utmost importance in the eyes of students. Taking one major art subject is equivalent to taking two minor art subjects.

This difference in scores actually reflects the strength of the various arts, Confucianism and Taoism in the Jiuzhou Confucian school.

Confucianism on the interpretation of classics and Confucianism on poetry and prose are the mainstream, with the largest number of Confucian scholars majoring in them, followed by the four arts of etiquette, chess, etc.

As for calligraphy, there are almost no other academies in Jiuzhou. It is a newly opened one in Linlu Academy, and it is a niche among the niches. This was also the source of controversy between the academy teachers and scholars when a certain female teacher named Lanhua was hired into the academy some time ago.

However, due to the identity of a certain female teacher and her popularity among students and scholars, these disputes gradually subsided. The main reason was that she quietly taught in the Mochi Academy and no longer made trouble, so she did not affect the distribution of interests of other art groups...

Zhao Rong was thinking about the poetry and prose test in the afternoon as he returned to Dongli Cottage.

After returning to the yard, he found that the exam was too fast. It was still early and there was no rush to light a fire and cook. So he went back to the house, sat at the table, and took out his poetry book to review.

In fact, poetry, fu, Confucianism and Taoism are not just poetry. Poetry is only a part of it. It also includes... fu.

The reason why Confucianism and Taoism can be compared with the vast ocean of knowledge in the classics is definitely because of their depth.

Zhao Rong had heard that poetry was valued and flaunted by students at the beginner stage, but when it came to the group of scholars who had been promoted, the genre of fu became even more popular than simple poetry and was more popular among the scholars. The reason for this seemed to be related to the basic cultivation method of poetry and fu in Confucianism...

Just as Zhao Rong was sitting at the table with his chin in his hand, weighing some choices in the afternoon exam, there was a knock on the door in the yard outside. Zhao Rong thought that it was Jia Tengying who came back after the exam. He took him to open the door, only to find that the person outside was a little book boy with a topknot on his head. Judging from his attire, he was an errand boy who delivered messages to the teachers in the academy.

After some inquiries, Zhao Rong discovered that the little book boy was actually sent by the old chief priest. The compensation for the qualification to "go up to the sixth floor" that the old chief priest had promised to give him was finally issued.

The little book boy with a topknot handing Zhao Rong a tray covered with a red cloth respectfully, Zhao Rong curiously lifted the red cloth to reveal a thin piece of jade inside, with light flowing through the jade in the sunlight.

After handing over the things, the little servant said goodbye and left.

As Zhao Rong closed the door and went back to the house, he lowered his head and looked at the jade piece in his hand that was glowing with a milky white luster.

He had seen it once at Yang Wuwei's place on the seventh floor of the library.

"Finally got it, Senior Brother Yang. Unfortunately, I also have it."

I don’t know what he was thinking about, but Zhao Rong smiled and was in a good mood.

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