Nagato has such a slim waist

A lady from a first-class country?

Li Sangruo took a deep breath and wished he could throw away the tea in front of him.

"Excessive! This naughty fox has no shame..."

"Auntie." Pu Yangyi warned her to be careful and took another look inside the venue.

"Time is running out, aunt, please make a decision quickly."

Li Sangruo snorted, "What if she can't do it?"

Pu Yangyi said: "Feng Twelfth Mother said that my aunt can refuse."

This is blackmail.

Blackmailing her nakedly.

A lowly woman actually dares to covet the title of first-class lady...

Li Sangruo was so angry that his teeth were itching.

Realizing that Tang Shaogong had not spoken for a long time, and thinking of his resourcefulness, she turned around and asked, "What do you think, Uncle Shao Gong?"

Tang Shaogong's face was expressionless, "Her Royal Highness the Queen Mother has made a decision."

From the moment she decided to let Xing Dalang play, she did not let Tang Shaogong intervene and deliberately avoided him, not wanting him to take credit.

Obviously, Tang Shaogong didn't want to help her wipe her butt, so all the problems were returned to her.

Li Sangruo actually knew the priorities very well and knew how to weigh them at the moment, but he just couldn't swallow that breath.

"Shameless! Shameless!"

"What a shameless mother-in-law Feng!"

Puyangyi suddenly exclaimed.

"Yan Buxi solves another problem!"

Li Sangruo let go of his clenched teeth and finally closed his eyes, "Yes! The Aijia allows her!"

Puyang Ripple was overjoyed.

So when everyone saw the boy passing by, they came back and walked up to Feng Yun.

Feng Yun carefully read the test questions written by Xing Dalang above.

"On the Lantern Festival, Wang Erlang arranged lanterns for his father. There are nine lanterns arranged in ten rows. Every three lanterns must be in a straight line. Please draw a diagram. How should Wang Erlang arrange the lanterns?"

Xing Dalang is very good at calculations, and this kind of question is a bit difficult for him.

Feng Yun smiled, quickly drew a five-star-shaped diagram with a pen, and handed it to the pen boy.

In the entire Zhongba, everyone's attention was focused on Feng Yun. No one noticed Feng Yun.

At this time, Yan Buxi had already reached the seventeenth level. Seeing victory in sight, Qi Fang held his breath and concentrated, with joy on everyone's face, just waiting for that decisive moment.

Several members of the Feng family were present.

Not only Feng Ying is here, but the two younger ones Feng Zhen and Feng Liang are also there.

The child couldn't control his emotions. Seeing that Yan Buji was about to win, he was so happy that he almost jumped up.

"Win! Win!"

"Qi will win!"

Mrs. Chen touched Feng Liang's head and taught the child.

"A-Liang needs to study hard with Mr. Yan, did you know that? You see, Mr. Yan is very capable. He is respected by everyone wherever he goes, and no one disrespects him..."

Feng Liang was spoiled by his family. He was young but brave.

He disobeyed his mother and raised his face and screamed.

"My son thinks that servant is more powerful."

Mrs. Chen's face fell.

"Nonsense! How long has he been waiting at Level 15? He will lose soon."

"But he is only fourteen years old. Mr. Yan is already so old. Who can't bully a child?"

Feng Liang didn't know how to restrain his words at all, and his roar was so loud that everyone around him heard it.

Mrs. Chen was so embarrassed that she wanted to gag him.

Feng Jingting coughed lightly and suddenly said: "Talk about it, Twelve Niangs knew how to do arithmetic when she was younger than him..."

Mrs. Chen lowered her face and snorted.

"She is so capable, why doesn't she go out on her own to compete with Mr. Yan instead of finding a yellow-haired kid to show up?"

Feng Jingting felt pain between his eyebrows and pressed it gently.

"Madam is right."

Chen snorted, glanced at Feng Ying, who was wearing a curtain and kept silent, and then raised a motherly smile on her face.

"When it comes to arithmetic, our A-ying was often praised by her husband when she was a child, saying that she would become the mistress and head of the house in the future, and no one could even think of deceiving her..."

How can those things learned by being a housewife and head of the household compare with the test questions on the field?

Feng Jingting's eyebrows jumped and he smiled apologetically.

"That's it, that's it. Who can compare with A Ying?"

Mrs. Chen then relaxed her face and said with some confusion: "But then again, although Twelve Niangs are not as good as A Ying, they were taught by the Feng family in Xuzhou, so they are no better than a servant. A lot. It seems that she and Jin Ting are still not of the same mind..."

"Mom!" Feng Zhen suddenly pulled Mrs. Chen's dress and motioned for her to look.

"Azhou, the servant of the Jin Kingdom, has passed the eighteen levels."

Mrs. Chen's words were suddenly interrupted, and her eyes followed.

Yan Buxi is still at the seventeenth level.

Xing Dalang also arrived at the seventeenth level.

He seemed to be stumped again, lowering his head and writing something.

Immediately afterwards, the servant boy came back and went to Feng Yun alone without looking for anyone else.

Feng Yun lowered his head and put the paper back into the pen boy's tray for a moment...

After getting the answer, Xing Dalang passed the seventeenth level that was difficult for Yan Buqi and continued to the eighteenth level.

"This is unreasonable!" The two envoys from Qi Fang walked to Chun Yuyan's case, picked up the small gong and struck it.

Drawing the attention of the whole audience, they loudly said:

"Jin Fang cheated."

"The person who helped solve the problem is Feng Twelve Niang!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

however--

After listening to the envoy Qi's explanation, the envoy Jin looked at each other and smiled.

Ao Zheng gently stroked his beard, cupped his hands and said with a smile:

"May I ask your envoy, are the people competing today, Mr. Yan and Azhou, or Jin and Qi?"

The envoy of Qi sneered, "Of course it's Jin and Qi."

Ao Zheng added: "Since it is a competition between Jin and Qi, it was not made clear in advance that only one person can finish the game, and no one outside the field can be asked to help. How can it be called cheating?"

This imperial censor, Zhongcheng, can speak like a lotus flower in the court, fight with the ministers, and his mouth is naturally very sharp.

In a few words, he picked out the loopholes in the competition rules and found a reason for himself.

"Strong words!"

"You are just using strong words to make sense!"

The two envoys were so angry that their old faces turned red.

Ao Zheng smiled slightly and said, "If your envoy is not convinced, you can ask Mr. Yan to write down the topic for the Qi people to refer to. One is not enough for two. Even if you all discuss it together, we will not accuse you of cheating."

It makes perfect sense.

If you think about it carefully, everything is unreasonable.

Seeing that several envoys were about to come forward to argue, Xiao Cheng spoke up.

"No need to say more. Go ahead."

Ao Zheng bowed to Xiao Cheng from a distance.

"Qi Jun Hailiang."

Xiao Cheng's eyes were dark, and he looked across the crowd and landed on Feng Yun.

She was sitting in a corner, surrounded by tall guards, almost surrounded by people, blocking all views. You can't find her without paying special attention.

Xiao Cheng slightly pulled up the corner of his robe, calling for good luck.

"Ask Mr. Yan, what is the title of the seventeen levels?"

Jixiang was stunned for a moment and said, "Yes."

Yan Buxi has always been conceited and does not easily ask for help from others.

He didn't clear the seventeenth level, not because the questions were too difficult, but because the questions were complex and involved a mixture of various calculations, and it took a long time to reach the conclusion.

Therefore, when he heard Xiao Cheng ask if he needed help, he immediately waved his hand and refused.

"Not disturbing my calculations is the best way to help."

After saying that, he buried his head and worked hard on the paper.

Yan Buji was immersed in complicated calculations and completely forgot about time.

It wasn't until the cheers soared into the sky and the Jin people shouted for victory that they came back to their senses.

"What are they talking about?"

The boy with a pen lowered his head, "In response to what you said, sir, they said that the servant Azhou has passed 20 customs and got the lottery gold abacus."

"What? What did you say?"

"Sir, Jin has won."

"Have you cleared all twenty levels?"

"pass."

Yan Buxi fell down and stared at a pair of chaotic old eyes, desperately writing and calculating on the paper...

"Mr. Yan, there's no need to forget it."

The boy reminded him again, "Jin has already won."

"Impossible!" Yan Buxi interrupted, repeated "impossible", shook his head, and continued to write calculations.

"For such a complicated question, even the most powerful arithmetic master would take some time to come up with the answer. How could a young boy like him..."

At this point, he suddenly stopped.

As if he thought of something, he suddenly dropped his pen and walked out angrily.

"Someone must have leaked the information."

This old gentleman has a stubborn temper and is highly respected by the world. He cannot accept failure at all, let alone believe that he will lose to a fourteen-year-old boy.

He strode up to Chun Yuyan, bowed first, and then showed anger and disdain on his face.

"I dare to ask Prince Chunyu if someone has leaked the question to Jin in advance?"

This question made the whole audience fall silent.

His doubts are actually the doubts of many people.

Chun Yuyan smiled lazily.

"Mr. Yan, I will personally supervise this situation so that nothing like this will happen."

"Your Majesty, these questions can't be answered by a little cleverness. If no one leaks the questions, he has no chance of winning."

Yan Buji was very stubborn, his eyes were as wide as bells, and finally his angry gaze fell on Xing Dalang.

A skinny young man with a bad background and no family background at first glance.

There is no poor family in the upper class, and there is no aristocratic family in the lower class. In such an era of clear divisions, it is a miracle that he can read a few words and do a little arithmetic. How can he beat him?

Yan Buxi gritted his teeth, "This servant must know the answer in advance."

Before his voice fell, he turned to face Xiao Cheng, cupped his hands and bowed deeply.

"I have failed your Majesty, but I refuse to admit defeat. Please investigate the fraud thoroughly and make the decision for me. Otherwise..."

He looked around and gritted his teeth.

"I can only smash myself against the doorpost of the parliament hall to prove my ambition."