Feng Jiuer didn't know what Zhan Qingcheng was doing.
The stick of incense was about to burn out, but he still had no intention of writing.
What does it mean to look at yourself like this?
Could it be that this Ninth Prince only knows how to march and fight and is illiterate?
However, with this fairy-like aura, if he is said to be illiterate, would it be too inconsistent with his temperament?
Besides, if you are illiterate, how can you pass the previous assessment and come to the temple?
No, it's impossible for a handsome man like a god to be illiterate. He just didn't answer.
But why?
Jiu'er really couldn't understand.
I glanced sideways at the incense stick in the distance, and saw that it was almost completely burned out.
Zhan Qingcheng below was still calm, unhurried, quiet and leisurely.
At this time, even Jianyi couldn't help but become anxious for him.
After all, he didn't understand the Ninth Prince, nor did he know how much a general like the Ninth Prince knew about the governance of the country.
In fact, everyone said that he had great talents and strategies, but they were all used on the battlefield.
I have never heard of how great he is in governing the country.
He is a god of war, and his achievements and reputation are all on the battlefield.
It is not his turn to govern the country yet.
In the end, how is Zhan Qingcheng going to answer? Does he not know how to answer?
Not only Jian Yi and Feng Jiu'er, but also Feng Qiongcang, who was sitting on the jade chair, couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
What does this Ninth Prince of Beimu Kingdom mean?
After a stick of incense, it’s finally time to bottom out.
It was also at this time that the plain white figure below finally made some movement.
The moment Zhan Qingcheng started writing, those who paid attention to him breathed a sigh of relief.
But as soon as they relaxed, everyone's hearts were immediately lifted.
There was no time, how else could he answer?
Even if I could write as fast as I could dance with a sword, I might still be too late.
I saw Zhan Qingcheng write quickly, but in the blink of an eye, he put the pen down.
The moment he put down his pen, the last bit of ashes from the incense stick fell.
Time is up!
Feng Qiongcang waved, and An Bao came over and asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty?"
Feng Qiongcang didn't know what was said in his ear. An Bao nodded and asked the little eunuchs to start collecting the papers for everyone's answers.
Afterwards, Feng Qiongcang stood up.
An Bao immediately screamed: "Your Majesty, take off!"
Feng Jiuer, however, was still sitting on the chair blankly, looking at the man in white below.
"Jiu'er?" Feng Qiongcang said.
Feng Jiuer suddenly came back to her senses, stood up quickly, and followed behind him.
The selection assessment is over, she shouldn't stay here anymore.
After all, she is a princess and she should be ahead of everyone else.
It's just that I'm a little reluctant to leave...
Finally, the emperor and the princess left.
However, the men who came to participate in the selection still stayed in front of the hall, waiting for the results.
Of course, this result will not come out for a while.
Among these people, some may be future servants to the emperor, or even an emperor may appear.
Therefore, An Bao asked the palace maids and eunuchs to serve him well, and did not neglect everyone.
As for Feng Qiongcang, after returning home, he immediately asked everyone to send in their answers.
Jiu'er was very anxious, or should I say, very curious.
However, Feng Qiongcang seemed to be unable to see through her thoughts, and still took his time and read through them one by one.
"You see, this person has great literary talent, and his writing is as smooth as flowing clouds. This alone is already very good."
Feng Qiongcang picked up one of the articles and looked at Feng Jiu'er: "Jiu'er, have you paid attention to this man named Murong Nan?"
Feng Jiuer shook her head, who knows what Murong Nan?
In fact, among the people who came today, she only paid attention to one, Zhan Qingcheng.
In fact, when they come in, they take their seats according to the designated seats.
Feng Qiongcang and Jiuer both had a location map in their hands.
In each position, who is sitting on it is introduced on the position map.
So if Feng Jiuer likes someone, he can know that person's name and origin just by matching them on the location map.
There is no description of Zhan Qingcheng's origins. He was able to be selected to this stage, and he doesn't know how the examiners passed the previous examination.
It is not easy for the examiners to give high marks to a man of unknown origin.
"Then this, Qin Biming..."
"Didn't pay attention."
"Sit just below the left hand side of the princess, second from the count."
An Bao immediately smiled and said: "This is General Qin's eldest son, his legitimate son, and he will definitely be a fierce general on the battlefield in the future."
"It must be careless and ugly, don't do it!" Jiu'er said immediately.
"This... this Young Master Qin looks very talented, not rough at all." An Bao said quickly.
"Then he will have to go on expeditions frequently in the future. He can't see him more than a few times a year. What is he going to do here?"
An Bao was speechless at Jiu'er's words.
However, even when the late emperor was on the throne, several of her attendants were generals!
"Princess, this..."
"It's so ugly anyway, don't do it!" Jiuer waved his hand, clearly very impatient.
An Bao glanced at Feng Qiongcang, who waved his hand.
An Bao lowered his head and said nothing more.
Feng Qiongcang put down the paper in his hand and looked at Jiu'er: "Then why don't you tell me which young master you have chosen?"
Jiuer pursed her lips but said nothing.
Wei Wei just feels a little uncomfortable, seems... shy?
Feng Qiongcang smiled slightly, and from the many articles, he picked out the one with the words Zhan Qingcheng written on it.
But when he saw the words written above clearly, he immediately frowned.
"War Qingcheng..."
"Huh?" Jiu'er was stunned, then stood up and was about to come over.
Feng Qiongcang looked at her, and Jiu'er realized that he had lost his composure and should sit back peacefully, but he was unwilling to do so and still wanted to go over and have a look.
Finally, she simply admitted it.
"Father, I am curious about this person, what did he write?"
"Since you are so curious, why not come and take a look yourself." Feng Qiongcang put the answer sheet on the desk.
Feng Jiuer couldn't bear it anymore and walked over quickly.
At first glance, even she was dumbfounded.
"The harem... is not allowed to interfere in politics?"
This...how could this be Zhan Qingcheng's answer sheet?
He is a dignified prince, and I heard that he is also a prince who makes enemies fearful on the battlefield!
Jian Yi also said that he holds half of Beimu Kingdom's troops in his hands!
Such a high-ranking, cold and arrogant prince, the God of War, who has the appearance of bringing disaster to the country and the people, he said... not to get involved in politics?
It's so magical, so weird, so...well, why do you feel like you've been showered with cold water?
This cold joke is a bit... not very funny.
What on earth was he thinking?
Feng Qiongcang frowned slightly, and like Feng Jiuer, they were both thinking about what Zhan Qingcheng meant by his words.
It seems to be the literal meaning.
But, could these words come from the mouth of a prince who is the god of war?
