Guan Mihu recognized the person blocking him at a glance. It was Monk Benxuan of Qingyuan Temple who had interacted with Lin Yuqing several times. He immediately frowned and drank.
Although he had seen him several times, Guan Mihu had only seen him from a distance, but as a popular elegant monk in the capital, he was so handsome that it was almost impossible to forget him after just one glance, and Guan Mihu was no exception.
If it had been anyone else, Guan Mihu would have taken action directly regardless of the situation.
But for the monk, Guan Mihu felt a little bit scared. In the Lin Kingdom, wizards like Yanshi had unpredictable methods. This kind of people would not be willing to fight against each other if they could.
Bianxuan's expression was cold, his eyes were slightly lowered, his eyelashes were long, and he looked very harmless. He chanted a Sanskrit call to Guan Mihu: "Almsgiver, it's safe to turn around."
"Death!" Seeing that Bianxuan was obviously determined not to give in, and there was another scream behind him, but someone was trying to finish the attack, Guan Mihu flashed a fierce light, roared, and pounced directly.
With a flash of sword light, there is no passion or mercy, the movements are fierce and ruthless, and I am invincible when I swallow rivers and mountains with anger. This is the true swordsmanship in the army.
Benxuan's eyes flashed, he hung a string of rosary beads the size of grapes in one hand, and flicked the rosary beads.
"Poof" there was a sound of gold and jade intersecting, the rosary bead caught the knife, Guan Mihu pulled hard, the rosary was not broken and rolled all over the ground as expected, but the rosary bead firmly locked the knife.
Then Bianxuan struck with one hand, and the wind in his palm was so cold that Guan Mihu was startled and had to draw the knife and step back.
Bianxuan came up to him and slapped him down with another palm.
"Hateful, hateful!" As soon as he retreated, ten crossbows were aimed at him, with murderous intent locked on them. Although he was not afraid, Guan Mihu felt a chill in his heart, but no shots were fired.
He woke up immediately. This was because he was afraid of accidental injury. He also wanted to show off in front of the princess, but he didn't expect that he was looking for a tiger, but he became a tiger in the cage!
Suddenly there was blood in his eyes, hum, be careful if you fail to trick the tiger, he will be eaten by the tiger.
Regardless of the thought of looking for a tiger, she only saw gray Sanskrit clothes, long sleeves and fluttering sleeves. This light figure and fighting figure made Princess Xinping, who finally knew what she was afraid of, become obsessed with it for a moment.
"I didn't expect that Benxuan would have such good skills..."
Originally, she liked literati who could write poems. Even her initial liking for Bian Xuan was because he was well-read, talented, handsome, and had an extraordinary temperament.
It can be said that she is a pretty girl, and she was once a pretty girl who only liked talented people.
But now, after experiencing life and death, Princess Xinping suddenly felt that her preferences could change.
Obviously, this kind of young, handsome, talented man is even more heartbreaking!
At this time, at the palace examination site, Su Ziji pursed his lips slightly, and waves of heart palpitations kept coming, affecting his thoughts.
But now the level of the Four Books and Five Classics is enough to cope with this kind of exam. After I finished writing the article, I suppressed my heart palpitations and copied it carefully on the paper. Then I put down the pen and breathed a sigh of relief.
There is no need to think about this situation anymore, it is definitely a conspiracy. Although I don’t know who is behind the conspiracy, it must be Lin Yuqing.
"This is the imperial city. Who can infiltrate? Could it be that they have used magic?" Su Ziji thought as he handed over the paper and walked out.
"Impossible, impossible." If the method of Nightmare Suppression was effective, there would be no official majesty left, and Nightmare could be killed at every turn.
At this time, the time has come. Everyone handed in their papers one after another and was led out of the palace. However, as soon as Su Ziji left the hall, a young eunuch came to greet him. He didn't say anything, he just bowed and turned around to lead the way.
Su Ziji knew it was a deliberate arrangement and followed him. Sure enough, not far away, there was a side hall in front of him, and the young eunuch led him in.
After he entered, he saw Eunuch Zhao and someone who had been waiting for him for a long time.
When Eunuch Zhao saw Su Ziji coming in, he didn't say anything. His face was expressionless and he just said: "Please."
This man came up carrying a jade plate.
Another young eunuch presented a slender silver needle on the tray. Su Ziji stretched out his hand without having to do it himself. The young eunuch stabbed it gently under the gaze of several pairs of eyes.
A drop of blood slowly overflowed and fell into the plate. As soon as there was a "pop" sound, the blood beads changed and a cloud of mist filled the air.
The person holding the plate could not help but change his face after just one glance.
But the man said nothing and gave the little eunuch who led Su Ziji in a look.
The young eunuch immediately said to Su Ziji: "Master Su, please follow me out of here."
Su Ziji had just taken a look and actually saw the strange phenomenon in the jade plate. At this time, he was also thinking in his mind: "What does this situation mean?"
With something on his mind, Su Ziji was led back to the place where the tributes gathered. When he walked into the crowd, Su Ziji did not notice that others were looking at him with scrutiny. Instead, he frowned slightly, still thinking.
"Two hundred and thirty-three people, the count is correct, let's go out of the palace." The people from the Ministry of Rites were still counting, but they couldn't leave any one inside. They saw that they were all correct, so they breathed a sigh of relief.
Because the palace examination was over, everyone was much more relaxed than when they came. Although they were still in line, they immediately started talking after leaving the palace gate.
Listening to the loud talk in his ears, Su Ziji felt bored. Although his heart palpitations gradually eased, he still felt uneasy. He walked a few steps quickly and reached the front. At this time, he saw an anxious person among the crowd waiting for the Gongshi to come out.
Come.
"My lord, something happened to my wife!" As soon as he got closer, the wild Taoist whispered.
"What?" Su Ziji was startled by the wild Taoist's words.
Something happened to Ye Bugui?
He specifically asked Princess Xinping to send someone to escort Buhui to the chess hall, so something could happen?
Could it be that Lin Yuqing sent someone to do something to make Lin Yuqing so bold?
But the matter was urgent and Su Ziji did not allow him to think too much and said: "Let's go!"
Thinking of the bouts of heart palpitations he had just experienced in the palace, Su Ziji couldn't help but think about the worst possibility. He immediately became anxious and couldn't wait any longer.
"Lord, the bullock cart is over there!" Seeing Su Ziji purse his lips slightly and look cold, the wild Taoist immediately led the way.
The master and the servant left quickly. This was nothing at first, but in the eyes of the tributes who had just tried to talk to Su Ziji but failed, it was different.
Several people looked at each other and saw that Su Ziji got on the bullock cart far away and left like that. One person frowned: "You and I are both tribute servants. We will be officials in the same dynasty in the future. Although Su Ziji is Huiyuan, this is not the case."
You are too proud, do you think you have won the top prize now?"
Although Huiyuan has a higher chance of getting the No. 1 scholar in the palace examination, there is no rule that Hui Yuan will definitely get the No. 1 scholar. The 50-50 chance makes Su Ziji crazy like this?
Besides, even if Su Ziji wins the first prize, he is only half a step ahead. Being an official in the future will not depend on knowledge, but on connections, backstage, and luck!
If you are so lonely, no matter how good your knowledge is, what will it be of use in the future?