Chapter 257

"I heard it right?" Wang Yang looked at the middle-aged handsome guy in a daze, and asked for a long time. "Xuezheng, are you saying that I will take the imperial examination in early spring?" Wang Yang felt like a bolt from the blue slashing on his forehead.

How can I let people live? I was driven to the shelves and went to the state examination. Fortunately, I met Zhao Mingcheng, the foolish bird, and turned me out of the examination school. At that time, I really wanted to hug this person in time, otherwise I would probably have lost my ugly face.

I originally thought that after entering the Imperial College, I could study hard for two or three years. At that time, when classical Chinese could be easily obtained, I would go to the imperial examinations. I believe that with my mind and strength, there should be no problem.

But now, Li Dao, who has had a grudge against him, is suddenly changing his attitude, which really makes Wang Dao's heart feel like a group of dogs.

"Not bad." Seeing Wang Yang's confused look, Li Gefei's back couldn't help but straighten his waist and back. "You may not know that I was a good student in the Imperial Academy and was responsible for selecting and recommending materials for the country. Wang Yang, your talent is enough. These days, I also know that you are diligent and ambitious in the college, so I decided to leave this quota for you."

Wang Yang immediately understood, that is to say, as the Taixue Xuezheng, Li Gefei has a quota in his hands and can directly enter the provincial examination. "Li Xuezheng, do you mean that Zhao Tingzhi also has such a quota?"

"This is natural, but he is him, and I am I, so I cannot generalize it." When Wang Yang mentioned Zhao Tingzhi, Li Gefei was a little unbeautiful. Now Li Gefei has seen clearly the true face of that guy Zhao Tingzhi.

I never thought that this Zhao, who used to like to be brothers with him, would actually hate himself because the marriage failed and acted like he wanted to kill himself.

This shows that Zhao Tingzhi's quality and morality are really not very good, and how good is his son's quality and morality? So now, Li Gefei is very glad that he did not nod at the time to agree to the marriage between the two families, otherwise it would be too late to regret it now.

"That's natural. What's the point of Zhao Tingzhi? That old guy is despicable and vicious, and he will retaliate..." Wang Yang's words are not covered, and he is definitely no less than the six-barrel machine gun of Gatling.

Hearing that Li Gefei nodded frequently, after awakening for a long time, he quickly cleared his throat and pretended to be a gentleman. "Okay, a gentleman will not tell others' faults. You go, remember to study hard, and hope you can win the exam in one fell swoop, and live up to my hard work..."

"Thank you for your keen eyes and be aware of the beads. Please rest assured. Students will definitely study hard and improve every day, so they will not be embarrassed. But what will happen if Xuezheng is going to take the exam?" Wang Yang asked with a smile after his eyes turned around with a sneaky face.

Li Gefei raised his head and looked at Wang Yang's face, and couldn't help but blew his beard and stared at him. "What do you mean? The department exam is naturally a test that is better than your knowledge. Do you think you can take the exam?"

Seeing Li Gefei's angry look, Wang Yang couldn't help but roll his eyes, and quickly slipped out with a look of shame. Forget it, it seems that Li Xuezheng's temper is indeed as good as his daughter, and they are all typical masters with a sense of justice.

Outside Li Xuezheng's office, the biting cold wind made Wang Yang burst into tears. What's the point? Is it the rhythm of getting out of the tiger's mouth and entering the wolf's den?

My goal is to make money first and become a rich man, and then become an official, is it good? What kind of the hell is God? He is stunning to make himself look ugly.

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When Wang Yang, with a gloomy face, rushed to the gate of the Taixue School, he saw the little prince rubbing his hands like an ant on the hot pan while walking around the carriage. After seeing Wang Yang's figure appear, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Brother Wushan, you are here. Today we are going to do big things, so you can't be too late..."

As soon as he said this, many students who had happened to pass by Wang Yang couldn't help but stop, and looked at Wang Yang, who had just crossed the gate of the Imperial College with a very admiration, even looking up at him.

In the silence of death, dozens of gazes fell on Wang Yang's body. Wang Yang's raised legs froze in the air, his face turned aside, and he stared fiercely at Zhao Ji who was coming and shouting loudly.

Zhao Ji glanced at Wang Yang, then looked at the students of the Imperial Academy around him, and realized that he had said something wrong, so he quickly called him. "Don't blame me, brother, I'm talking nonsense, I can't take it seriously. You must not take it seriously."

"Don't worry, we won't take it seriously."

"Yes, we pretend to believe you..."

"No, don't listen to this nonsense. We really believe that Mr. Wushan will not do big things. Why are you standing there when you leave? You want to do big things with Mr. Wushan, right?"

"Shut up! Go quickly, Brother Wushan, don't listen to those idiots' nonsense. We all think you are the soul of our Taixue. We are all standing on your side and saying goodbye..."

Wang Yang looked like a dog-like expression on his face, and watched these guys gradually move away, and then slowly landed the foot that had been hanging in the air for about ten breaths to the ground, and then looked at Zhao Ji.

This guy looked at Wang Yang with a shy look, and seemed to be a little shy, and he wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.

"If you talk to me next time, can you calm down and calm down your tone? Don't be so loud and powerful?" Wang Yang resisted the urge to pick up the soles of his shoes to greet Zhao Ji's face, and grinned with the greatest willpower.

The little prince, as if in order to prove that he is an excellent talent who is good at speaking, immediately lowered his voice by an octave, and then said with a look of admiration. "Okay, it must be sure, that, Mr. Wushan, we can't wait for you to do big things."

"Don't talk anymore, I'm afraid I can't help it." Wang Yang looked at this guy who looked like a treacherous ghost and wanted to commit crimes at any time. He subconsciously twitched his face and looked up at Qingkong, for fear that he wouldn't help but want to twitch him when he saw Zhao Ji's ugly face again.

"I can't help but what?" Zhao Ji looked at Wang Yang with a confused look, but the official Wang did not answer his words. "Okay, go quickly, don't let someone wait in a hurry."

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When he rushed into the carriage, Wang Yang was shocked. Six people were squatting down in the carriage that only three or four people thought it was squeezed. The hypocrites Li Yu, Li Jiong, the two powerful officials Tong Guan and Liang Shicheng, as well as the treacherous minister Gao Qiu, and the foolish king Zhao Ji and the gentleman Wang Yang, huh... well, there are actually seven people.

"I said why do we have to squeeze a car? Aren't you uncomfortable?" Wang Yang looked at the big guys who were crowded together, but fortunately they were all wearing clothes, otherwise this would be a bit shocked and timid.

"Brother, don't you say we must be low-key? So, a carriage must be more low-key than two carriages, right?" Zhao Ji, the guy, immediately spoke up and defended.

Five heads swayed up and down weakly, rolled their eyes and rolled their eyes. Wang Yang glanced at Zhao Ji, and shouted angrily in his heart: The foolish lord!

But on the surface, he showed a very approving expression, raised his hand and patted Zhao Ji on the shoulder, and raised his thumb. "It seems that your highness is indeed a resourceful person."

"Haha, that's natural. Although I can't think of Brother Wushan, as the saying goes, those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to Mo are black. I have been with Brother Wushan for so long and have no brains anymore. I don't think I'm too stupid?" I am worthy of being the little prince, and I speak very proudly.

Hearing the six people crowded together with their faces getting darker, Wang Yang felt that perhaps his father, Song Shenzong, could shoot Zhao Ji on the wall, that would be the greatest blessing to the Chinese nation, the Chinese people, and the Song Dynasty.

"Why are you all here? Don't you feel crowded?" Wang Yang felt that he should not reason with Zhao Ji, so he turned his head and asked these unlucky people.

"Wushan, how can I not participate in your business? Besides, if a scumbag like Zhao Mingcheng doesn't beat him up, it will be hard to relieve the hatred in my heart." Gao Qiu, a flatterer, said something that made Zhao Ji deeply agree with.
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