"After you finish the provincial examination, let's talk about it..." In Taohuawu, Fang Zhi now regrets how he put a notebook on this young master to apply for him to take the exam in Suzhou!

As a result, after the examination, the young master asked his disciple Xu Jing to come and tell him: I won’t take the examination in a foreign country!

Damn! Fang Zhi, the old fox, was confused. What's the matter?!

After asking, I found out that this young man disliked the fact that he had to stay in the examination room for three days without saying that he had to stay in the examination room for three days. He had to go in and out three times!

Besides, Zhang Lun has won the three test cases, and there are also "The Rolling Yangtze River Flows East" and "The Night Dream of Youdu" with more foundations, which is worthy of the title of "The Storm and Clouds of the World".

"During the provincial examination, I will search your body personally? I will also arrange the number room at that time to ensure that there will be no obstacles near you..."

Fang Zhi is very troubled now. I recommended this matter myself! What is it for? It’s just to get the title of a poster!

To be honest, that's a big deal! There were thousands of scholars from all over the country in the Ming Dynasty, and I had to pass the provincial examination! That was the only one who was a teacher, and the same year!

After all, the small three yuan is "small", and the big three yuan is "big"! If it is big, it must be good!

Zhang Lun drooped his eyelids and said in one sentence: "Don't go."

Fang Zhi is bitter now because he has no choice but to use Zhang Lun to tempt him with profit?! Just kidding! The only legitimate grandson of the Duke of Jingying was the first to be favored by the Ming Dynasty. What can he lack?!

Especially Fang Zhi knew that this little boy had just sold tens of thousands of books recently, and he probably might not be able to earn the money he had even accepted bribes for several years...

Forced it with martial arts? Fang Zhi felt that he was probably more likely to be killed by Zhang Lun, and there were old soldiers standing outside with big waists and round waists and straight faces, no matter how they looked, they were similar to bandits and bandits, and they were not like good people...

Fang Zhi even felt that the maid outside who was magnificent and charming waist was extremely beautiful, but she was holding an embroidered and slashing her with an embroidered slash, perhaps even she could cut her over...

"It's not impossible to ask me to go..." Seeing Fang Zhi's earnest look, Zhang Lun was also a little unbearable.

The old guy is at least a decade old. What if he can't figure it out if he dies of breath when he goes back...

But Zhang Lun said to him, "You have to allow me to hand over the paper in advance, otherwise I will not be able to stand it if I stayed in it for three days like this time."

"But... this is not in accordance with the rules!" Fang Zhi was also a little stunned, and Zhang Lun rolled his eyes: "I don't care, I have to hand in the paper in advance. I will come out after I finish it. How do you deal with your business?"

But Zhang Lun blinked his eyes and said, "I can't say that the scholars in the world will thank you for this?"

Fang Zhi was stunned at first when he heard this, and then he couldn't help but lower his head and ponder. He was also the one who passed the provincial examination, so he naturally knew what it would be like to stay in it for three days.

The county and government can submit papers in advance in both examinations. How can we arrive at the courtyard and the township not submit papers in advance?! This makes no sense!

Did he finish writing in advance and force him to stay in it for three days and feel dizzy?!

Anyway, there are still two months left. At this time, I wrote a letter to the court and said that this matter was my duty to learn the censorship! Besides, this is not a compulsory nature. It’s just that the students can’t consciously fail the exam, or there is no need to endure it after answering it first.

After thinking about this, Fang Zhi suddenly realized his thoughts and bowed to Zhang Lun and left.

Zhang Lun smiled and delivered Fang Zhigong to the door, while Qian Neng, who followed Fang Zhi, kept smiling and silent.

After returning, he sorted out the matter into a Chen Mi memorial and sent it to the capital. Even this matter was based on the route from the Dongchang, which was much faster than the Fangzhi memorial.

In the following days, Zhang Lun rested in the village.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Lun, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes with a sudden excitement. However, in the night, Miaoan stood up in front of the door with his bellyband holding the embroidered sword and arched his waist.

Although Miaoan looked solemn under the moonlight, her figure also looked extremely enchanting. Her skin, which was as snow-like ascending to the bright moonlight, was exposed to the bright red bellyband embroidered with peonies, and her snow-white peaks were bulging in the moonlight.

Miaoan seemed to feel Zhang Lun's gaze, and turned around and made a booing gesture.

"Is Miao'an behind the door?! I am Zhang Long, you should serve the young master to the front hall immediately!" After a while, a figure approached outside the door as if he wanted to knock on the door.

But then stopped and said so. Zhang Lun breathed a sigh of relief, and Miaoan seemed to relax.

"Uncle Long, what happened?!" Zhang Lun stood up slowly and asked in a low voice. Zhang Long outside the door said in a deep voice: "Magistrate Cao sent someone to invite the young master into the city, saying that Japanese pirates appeared in the Zhou family village fifty miles away."

Zhang Lun nodded, and Miaoan also put away the knife.

Hearing the Japanese pirates coming, Zhang Lun frowned and stood up slowly. Miaoan quickly put the knife into the scabbard and then came to Zhang Lun to serve him in dressing.

If Miaoan usually had such a graceful figure to help Zhang Lun dress, then he would have to fight against the gods and gods who both love and hate.

But at this time, Zhang Lun had no such thoughts. He opened his hands tightly and silently to let Miaoan serve him.

Soon Miaoan had dragged a box from under the bed, and when it opened it, it turned out to be a pair of chain mail.

"Walala..." Zhang Lun put on this set of chain mail, tied it tightly, put on a Confucian shirt, tied his belt, tied his magic crown, and hung it on a Japanese knife.

Miaoan then began to deal with himself. First, he tied his chest, and secondly, he put on a layer of cotton coat and casually tied his hair and put on a man's outfit, and hung an embroidered spring knife.

Then he nodded to Zhang Lun: "Young master, I'm fine."

"Let's go." Zhang Lun only said one word, and Miao'an was already walking in front and talking to the door open.

After leaving the bedroom, Zhang Lun came to the front hall after he moved out of the courtyard and the atrium.

But Xiao Zhou had already worn armor and stood silently with a long sword in his hand. The old soldiers beside him were all wearing full armor, and the geese feather sword was full of evil spirits!

The five soap-coated yamen officials stood beside each other and looked dull and didn't dare to move. They looked like a few little white rabbits standing in the wolf's den...

"Little Master~!" When Butler Xiao Zhou saw Zhang Lu come out, he turned around and said, "Slam~" his armor was shaking.
Chapter completed!