Chapter 372 The Blade is Sharp
The emperor took out the top one from the ten first-class papers and placed it on the right. He also picked up the lonely paper next to it and placed it on the left. On the table, an inkstone and a paperweight were used to cover the names and comments on the two papers.
"Chunxue, take a look."
The inspector Zhang Chunxue noticed the anger on the emperor's face, respectfully stepped forward, stood in front of the case and read the two papers.
Look at the one on the right first.
Zhang Chunxue read it over quickly, nodded and said: "All the technical subjects are correct, the policy writing is good, the writing is well-written, and the skills are profound. It is indeed a first-class level."
The topic changed: "It's just that I have gone too far... ...It's hard to find the deep meaning."
"This candidate should be young, how could he be like this?" He couldn't help but wonder.
"Look at this one again." The emperor clicked on the paper on the left.
Zhang Chunxue read again. After reading a few lines, his eyes lit up.
Continuing to read, Fang opened his mouth and said:
"Shu Ke's answer went deep into the principles. It is obvious that he has a deep understanding of the way of cultivation, and even has a bit of a sage style."
Looking at the policy discussion again, his eyes Even brighter, he nodded repeatedly.
“The three policy essays do not have so many fancy rhetoric, they are concise and clear, and get to the point.”
“Especially the second essay, I have never seen such an angle, but I actually feel that the words are It is absolutely feasible and coincides with some current phenomena.”
With a smile on his face, Zhang Chunxue said with satisfaction:
“I feel relaxed and happy after reading this excellent volume, and I have benefited a lot. I even have the urge to go back to the General Administration of Textiles to verify it.”
"This should be a first-class answer sheet, right?" Zhang Chunxue asked with a smile, pointing to the article on the left.
"See for yourself."
The emperor sneered at the corner of his mouth, and then moved away the object that covered his name and comments.
Zhang Chunxue looked over and frowned when he saw the comment that was completely opposite to what he imagined.
Then when he looked at the name, the confusion on his face turned into anger.
"Yes, even you are angry." The emperor looked at Zhang Chunxue's expression change and smiled coldly.
Zhang Chunxue did not answer, only said: "I want to see other papers..."
"Take them." The emperor gave him the remaining first-class papers.
Among them were Lu Shen, Chu Shudu, Lin Shuying, Xu Dajuan, Xie Yan...
Zhang Chunxue looked at them one by one, and finally picked up Liu Sheng's paper and read it again.
Then he closed his eyes slightly, opened them again, and covered up the anger in his eyes.
"They...how dare they?"
"They are so brave, they don't even cover it up, as if they think I am blind and deaf." The emperor sneered.
"Then what are your Majesty going to do? After all, we still need...them." Zhang Chunxue said in a deep voice.
"What should we do? I am still sitting on the dragon throne after all!"
The emperor slapped the imperial case hard, his face became darker and darker, and dimmed with the candlelight.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“So you still need to prepare for another way.”
"She is the key." Zhang Chunxue clicked on Liu Sheng's paper.
"You have always admired her." The emperor said solemnly.
Zhang Chunxue lowered his head and cupped his hands and said, "I only feel that people with real talents and practical knowledge should not be buried."
The emperor nodded slightly.
“Your promotion to the President of the General Administration must be made soon.”
"Yes."
"The matter of the temple will be put on the table soon." The emperor said meaningfully with deep eyes.
“I understand.”
Zhang Chunxue once again raised his hand and bowed his head deeply.
“Your Majesty, don’t worry.”
"The General Administration of Weaving will become a knife in His Majesty's hand."
...
The blade was sharp and cut across the neck.
Warm blood spurted out, following the blood groove of the blade, drop by drop, and fell into the blood-soaked grassland.
The lifeless flesh fell.
Just like the hundreds of lifeless bodies lying on the grassland now.
But if you look closely, these bodies look strange, like people pieced together from scattered parts.
Wen Weilan put away the knife and said, "Check to see if there is anything missing."
Her team was only ten people, and after listening to her order, they dispersed one after another.
Then in the pile of dead bodies, he stabbed them one by one with his weapon. When he found that they were still alive, he quickly finished them off.
Wen Weilan looked at the most familiar faces in the ten-man team, walking in and out among the corpses everywhere, and his heart was complicated.
Chen Shanyuan has now regained his burly and strong physique, and even has a sense of strength. The once depressed look has disappeared, but some black patterns have grown on his body.
As for Kuang Bowen, one of his trouser legs was rolled up, revealing a bone-white leg with a shallow layer of flesh and blood crawling on it.
Yan Hongye looked no different. Only Wen Weilan knew about her abnormality.
Without exception, they all have a sinister aura about them. The ending is almost here.
Wen Weilan sat on his horse and looked around. The setting sun was like blood, and it merged with the blood on the grassland, as if it had turned into a red world dyed with blood.
Suddenly, I heard a voice:
"Miss Wen."
A man led a team and rode up. Seeing the results in front of him, he couldn't help but admire: "Your The knife is so fast.”
Wen Weilan shook his head: "It's a pity that it's not a sword."
Using a sword can be faster.
During the war, her most precious sword had been lost, so she had no choice but to pick up a sword on the battlefield and use it.
The man smiled: "Han Sima is back, let's go back first."
Wen Weilan's eyes lit up.
"Collect the team and return to camp."
"Yes." Her team members responded in unison.
The two teams rode horses all the way back to the camp.
Wen Weilan dismounted and entered the main tent, where he saw the owner of Xiaoxiang Building discussing the current situation with a middle-aged scribe who looked weak and pale.
"Wei Lan, you are back." The scribe said with a smile.
"Well, Uncle Han, the host." Wen Weilan bowed slightly in turn.
The middle-aged scribe in front of him is Han Sima Hanxuan, the general who has been guarding the northern border with his wife for a long time.
Wen Weilan has also seen him since he was a child. He is a familiar elder in the family, so it is not an exaggeration to call him uncle.
As for how they met in Mobei, it was a coincidence, and now they come together for the same goal.
That is, go home.
The man who called Wen Weilan back just now was Han Sima's adjutant Zhong Yuanzhi. He walked into the tent after handling trivial military matters.
"How is the situation?" Han Sima coughed and asked.
"In the past few days, all the semi-weird people nearby have been wiped out. We have temporarily opened a hole and can go south when ready." Zhong Yuanzhi replied.
"Well, good job." Han Sima raised a pale and weak smile, "We are going home soon."
"But..." Zhong Yuanzhi looked sad and hesitated. road.
Everyone knows what he is worried about. There is a war going on at the border, and there are millions of Mobei troops waiting to go south.
How can they, a team of only a thousand people, make it through?
"Sooner rather than later." Wen Weilan, who had been silent, said.
Han Sima showed interest.
“Tell me why?”
"The royal court, and the great witch." Wen Weilan said briefly.
Han Sima showed appreciation and nodded: "You're right, we have to leave tonight."
Zhong Yuanzhi looked surprised: "Why are you in such a hurry? I wonder if there will be a third wave of weirdos."
Han Sima shook his head: "I can't wait any longer. The poster and I went to explore the north today."
"Locusts are everywhere and full of blood. Day.”
Zhong Yuanzhi hasn't reacted yet.
Wen Weilan said calmly: "The natural disaster, the great witch is coming."
"Masters in the Shenzang Realm! How can we defeat him?" Zhong Yuanzhi said in shock.
"And there are tens of thousands of soldiers and horses from the royal court." Han Sima added.
Zhong Yuanzhi took a breath of air, then clenched his fists and calmed down: "I will now tell everyone to pack their luggage and prepare to break camp."
Han Sima nodded: "Go."
After Zhong Yuanzhi left, the owner of Xiaoxiang Tower said: "Zhong Yuanzhi's worries are unreasonable. We are attacking from both sides at this time. If we go down, we will probably be sent away. The sheep that fell into the wolf's mouth."
"It's a sheep..."
"But it can also be a sharp knife that goes straight into the heart." Han Sima's eyes flashed with coldness.
The host was silent, his face covered with white paper and his expression could not be seen clearly.
"Moreover, don't we have a team led by Weilan? The ten weirdos who have completed the transformation are all at the mid-to-late stage level of Mingzhen Realm. They can be extraordinary soldiers."
Speaking of this, Wen Weilan's heart One jump.
He lowered his head and said yes.
"Also, cough, cough, cough..." Han Sima asked, trying his best to calm down his cough.
“And what about Ariel’s return to the royal family?”
Wen Weilan replied: "With the support of the Golden Spear tribe, plus the pure bloodline and the blood of the descendants, it is not difficult to return."
Han Sima nodded: "Well, the difficult thing is How to get his father’s approval later.”
This matter went smoothly and there was no rush.
“But it is fortunate that he opened the temple for us, otherwise the promotion of we weirdos would not be so smooth.”
Wen Weilan thought of that little figure and said goodbye His face was full of reluctance, and there was some faint unbearability in his heart.
"Don't think too much. If it weren't for us, he wouldn't be where he is today." The host saw through Wen Weilan's thoughts and comforted him in a low voice.
"The host is right, we are two families after all." Han Sima said calmly.