The selection of servants outside was a whirlwind, but the palace only started to become lively today.
Early in the morning, Eunuch An Bao had people prepare in front of the palace.
Today is the literary test.
Except for the emperor and Eunuch Anbao, I heard that no one knew the examination questions.
Even Feng Jiuer didn't know.
"Why is this literary test the same as the imperial examination?"
Feng Jiuer didn't know where she heard the words "imperial examination" from.
Anyway, there are always so many strange things in her head that she doesn't know the source of.
Feng Jiang had been by her side all morning, looking at a pair of tables and chairs in front of the hall with an expressionless face.
Jianyi has been a little irritable these past two days.
He has been in the palace for several days and has tried to break out several times.
He wanted to go back and see Mu Mu and Ninth Prince, but he didn't know how they were doing now.
But every time, Jiuer persuaded him to come down.
Now is not the best time to go out. Let's give everyone some time to recover.
The Ninth Prince was the most seriously injured. Without the help of a top expert, he might not be able to use force for a long time.
Others, like Xue Gu and Qiao Mu, will recover from their injuries quickly as long as they take good care of themselves.
People who practice martial arts are inherently stronger than ordinary people.
What they need now is just time to relax and cultivate.
Jian Yi had no choice but to listen to her and continue to stay in the palace.
As the sun rose, those who came to take the literary test walked in one by one, led by the guards.
"Jiu'er, see if there is a man you like. If so, you can make an exception and stay by your side."
Feng Qiongcang sat on a high jade chair, looked at the man below and said with a smile.
Feng Jiuer looked down. There were so many people, so many figures, and the distance was so far away. What could she see clearly?
Besides, they are all strangers whom I don’t know, and they are just looking at each other at most.
Is she such a superficial person that she likes other people's looks when she sees them?
No, she rejects this assumption! She, Feng Jiuer, is a person with depth, ideals, ambitions, and... "He!"
Suddenly, Jiu'er stood up and stared directly at the slender figure below.
He was wearing plain white clothes, and his long dark hair was blowing gently in the wind.
He has cold and deep facial features with deep and distinct lines.
The tall and slender body stood in the wind, with flowing clothes. For one moment, he looked magnificent, and for the next moment, he was as strong as iron.
This man, you have no idea what type he belongs to.
Is it that he is unrivaled and does not eat the fireworks of the world?
Or can you stand tall and compete with the sun and the moon?
Jiu'er couldn't see through him, but there was one thing she could see through! That was, he was so handsome! So handsome! So beautiful! So charming! That day when he was lying unconscious, she already knew that this man
It definitely has an alluring look.
Today, he is awake, with a mysterious luster in his deep eyes, which is not only capable of overwhelming the city, but also clearly capable of overwhelming the country! The world! It feels like he has no friends anymore! Feng Jiuer stands beside Feng Qiongcang,
Looking at the stunning man in white below, he was completely forgetful.
Not far away, Jian Yi snorted and followed her out instinctively, feeling really embarrassed.
I don’t know who said it when they went out. Choosing a servant is just to listen to the father’s words and just show up.
Now, seeing the Ninth Prince, I really lost my soul.
This girl is going to fall into Zhan Qingcheng's hands her whole life, so don't expect to be able to turn around.
However, Ninth Prince...he has never seen such a good-looking man.
Even as a man myself, I couldn't help but take a second look.
How can I not look at Feng Jiu'er, a little girl who is so oblivious to her love and loyalty?
When Feng Jiuer was looking at the man below, most of the men below who came to participate in the selection were also looking at her.
Although the distance is a bit far, if you have good eyesight, you can still see clearly.
With red lips, white teeth, and a slender figure, her facial features are more delicate and beautiful than everyone imagined.
It is true that the Feng clan’s royal family specializes in producing handsome men and beauties.
This little royal princess is indeed as beautiful as a fairy! Everyone sat down on their seats, and all of the hundreds of selectors behaved well.
Even though they knew that the examination questions were under the chopping board, no one dared to touch it until the emperor said something.
An Bao stood beside Feng Qiongcang and whispered: "Your Majesty, the time is almost up."
Feng Qiongcang just looked at Feng Jiu'er, seeing her staring down, fascinated, and he was thoughtful.
After a moment, Feng Qiongcang waved his hand.
An Bao immediately shouted down: "The assessment begins, the time limit is one stick of incense!"
The men in front of the hall immediately rushed under the chopping board and pulled out the paper with the assessment questions written on it.
Zhan Qingcheng took out the paper unhurriedly.
The assessment question is extremely simple: If the princess is in power, how should the emperor assist her?
The emperor is the head of the imperial court, equivalent to the queen of a country.
After everyone read the questions, some thought briefly, while others wrote directly to answer.
To put it more simply, it is to say how he will assist the princess and govern the country.
If you think more deeply, you will even have to flatter the emperor, and teach the princess to obey the emperor's wishes and govern the country together with the emperor.
Zhan Qingcheng didn't write, but it didn't seem like he was thinking about anything.
His indifferent gaze passed over everyone and landed on Feng Jiuer.
Jiu'er felt her face heat up. Even though she was so far away, she seemed to have nowhere to escape under his gaze.
The moment their eyes met, she clenched her fists and quickly lowered her head.
A bit, I dare not look directly at him.
Oh my god! I always feel like I have an innate servility in front of him. What is going on?
Really, she is a high-ranking princess, okay?
I want to hold my head high and show pride.
But, as soon as I raised my head, I saw him staring at me from a distance.
No, I even lost the courage to raise my head.
"Jiu'er."
Feng Qiongcang on the side couldn't stand it anymore. This girl didn't even dare to look at a man.
His silly appearance really... made him, a father-in-law, a bit embarrassed.
However, Zhan Qingcheng... Although no one had introduced this man's identity to Feng Qiongcang, he was convinced that this man was the Ninth Prince, the God of War from Beimu Country.
There was no aura of a martial arts student in his body today, but his noble posture could not be concealed in any way.
A dragon among men, indifferent but outstanding.
Just looking at the maids in the palace, all of them were stunned. It's no wonder that his Jiu'er didn't even dare to take a breath.
But I don’t know how this Ninth Prince will answer the test questions today?
Most of the stick of incense had been burnt, but the Ninth Prince still just looked at the princess indifferently, without writing a single word?
Isn't he afraid that he won't be able to finish writing later?
