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Behind him was the invigilator, the one who was in charge of the Yuewen Tower.

This guy is amazed at the moment, since Mrs. Ye started writing, he came over to read it.

Let's see what the hell he's going to do.

How can you start answering directly without thinking directly.

In the end, I was surprised. The famous sentences and principles contained in Mrs. Ye's answer were indeed thought-provoking.

The most important thing is, you also write too fast, too neatly, are you still human?

Most of the other people just start to write, and you have written ten sheets of paper, and the neatness is outrageous, just like a printed template.

No, the printed templates sometimes have messy ink, and you don't even have a single ink ball, is it a thousand-year-old demon who got in?

Of course, this is just Chen Guoshi's complaint in his heart. Those who can walk through the demon mirror and enter the palace with red eyes are naturally impossible to be monsters, not even demons.

When Mrs. Ye asked him for paper, Chen Guoshi had already prepared it, and directly gave him a stack of fifty sheets, "Don't worry, keep writing."

Mrs. Ye: "I write as much as I want, and the examiner is not allowed to talk to the candidates!"

Chen Guoshi: "..."

For the first time, he was reprimanded by the junior candidates, but he still had reasons.

Examiners, especially the chief examiner, are not allowed to talk to candidates except in extremely special circumstances. They are still in the exam, so even if you are not helping to cheat, you will disturb others.

Chen Guoshi blushed, coughed dryly, raised his head, noticed other people's strange peripheral vision, and reprimanded him: "Take a good exam! Don't look around!"

Then, he buried his head again, watching Ye Tai lash out at Fang Qiu.

two hours.

four hours.

Ye Tai didn't stop.

A few breaths before the sound of the drum sounded when the time had come, Mrs. Ye put down her pen and ink, took a long breath, and put the last answer sheet by her side.

And Chen Guoshi, from the beginning to the end, was in a state of shock.

It's not just Mrs. Ye's good answer, but this guy really didn't have a single typo from the beginning to the end!

I wrote a full sixty sheets of rice paper!

Do you want to exhaust yourself, or do you want to exhaust the emperor? ?

But seeing Mrs. Ye still berating Fang Qiu when the exam was about to end, Chen Guoshi wanted to remind him that the time was coming.

But there is no examiner who deliberately reminds a candidate.

Moreover, this guy just pissed himself off, and he has written so much, even if there is no ending, he will be amazed at the previous content and his writing skills, and will not worry about whether it is ending.

So Chen Guoshi didn't make a sound, just watched quietly, wanting to see this guy get embarrassed.

As a result, he was as accurate as a machine, calculated the time, and finished the ending directly in the last few breaths.

Impressed.

Now even Chen Guoshi was convinced.

And I am sure in my heart that this guy must be a high-level monk!

Otherwise, it is impossible to have such energy and writing power!

Ordinary people don't say two hours, they may not be able to do it in two years, write so much in one breath, and there is not a single typo!

After Mrs. Ye waited for the examiner with strange eyes to take away Mrs. Ye's test paper, he stood up leisurely and sighed: "I just wrote the beginning, and it's over. It's boring, boring."

As he said that, he walked outside the Jinbang Hall and prepared to have lunch.

Chen Guoshi said leisurely behind him: "Did you tell me on purpose?"

Ye Tai didn't turn his head back and said: "Where is there an examiner invigilating the exam, just staring at a candidate!"

717、Who Is Mrs. Ye (Third Update)

lunch.

I heard that the chefs in the Imperial Dining Room worked overtime to cook, and usually only the emperor could eat it. This time, it was regarded as a reward for those who were selected for the imperial examination.

Mrs. Ye sat at a table by herself, seeming a little out of touch with the crowd.

For the other candidates, looking at him is like looking at a freak. In two hours, he wrote sixty pages. Are you a printing machine?

Are you sure it's not all ghost paintings and nonsense?

And openly contradicting the national scholars, you don't want to be in the officialdom in the future, do you?

It's not that there are no candidates who want to talk to Mrs. Ye, but this one didn't want to get along with others a few days ago. I heard that the night before the exam, he drank flower wine all night on the painting boat.

Never communicate with other candidates.

So Mrs. Ye seems to be very out of group at this moment.

In fact, this is not Mrs. Ye's original intention to make herself too withdrawn, but these candidates talk nonsense one by one.

Not only are they talking nonsense, but they also entered the circle of party struggles in advance, and many people have drawn themselves into their factions.

I am bound to make a big move and make a big move in the court. If you lure me into the party, what else can I talk to you about.

But at this time, his identity is an examinee, and he can't say it directly, otherwise it may affect his follow-up plan.

Although there are some disagreements between the three views, in fact, since ancient times, a certain concept of men has been extremely easy to resonate.

If you want to win me over, just tell me which girl looks good, and I can talk to you about it.

Forget about the rest.

Mrs. Ye eats a lot, and when she is full, she even raises her legs, hums a song to refresh her mind, and doesn't pay attention to her image at all.

But in fact, the spiritual sense is still paying attention to certain things, such as some people behind, don't make trouble for me, such as changing a few of your exam papers, then you may be about to lose your temper.

However, he noticed that Lu Honghuang from the National Scholars' Mansion went without invitation to prevent mistakes in the examination papers.

Mrs. Ye didn't care too much, as long as the examination papers could be delivered to the emperor.

Everything is as expected.