This evil king is a little annoying

Chapter 662 Sit up in shock from the dying illness, remembering that I didn't read today

"Your Majesty, you are right."

Su Qiqi naturally agreed with her man's proposal, "Come here, invite the director of the imperial hospital to check the pulse of all the remaining candidates. If there are candidates who take part due to illness, they will first be disqualified from the imperial examination and let them take the exam." Go back to recuperate, and after your body recovers, you will participate in the next autumn."

This method had already given Hubu Shangshu enough retreat, Hubu Shangshu was naturally ecstatic, and hurriedly winked at the remaining relatives.

If they stay any longer, they will be exposed by Su Qiqi in court. Now that they can leave quickly, naturally, the faster they can leave, the better!
So, after the dean of the Taiyuan Hospital came over, half of the remaining candidates claimed to be sick and left the examination room in a hurry.

Seeing that there were only about 20 candidates left, Su Qiqi raised the corners of her lips and sighed, "There are so many candidates taking part with illnesses, is this just the legendary 'dying illness, sitting up in shock, remembering Didn't study today'?"

"Puchi-"

Except for the Hubu Shangshu, most of the other officials laughed out loud, Su Qiqi also had a smile on her face, just smiled, the smile disappeared slowly, she seemed to realize something after a glance The courtiers said coldly, "I don't want this to happen again. What I want are capable men who can serve the country, not a group of weaklings who have no ink and claim to be sick!"

"……Yes."

This year's Qiu Wei was organized by Hubu Shangshu, and Hubu Shangshu naturally knew who Su Qiqi was speaking to, so he could only respond with a stiff face.

Damn, in this palace exam, not only did he not make any of his finalists, but he also lost his face!

Among the remaining 20 or so candidates, only eight were literature candidates. Su Qiqi passed the assessment one by one, and after letting them pass, she glanced lightly and landed on the remaining dozen or so martial arts candidates.

"You are all candidates who have passed the martial arts examination. Naturally, this palace examination cannot be the same as the literature candidates. Martial arts have their own examination methods."

Su Qiqi waved her hand, "Little Shunzi."

"The slave is here!"

Xiao Shunzi, who had already returned, immediately stepped forward, holding a large square box, and walked in front of the dozen or so martial arts candidates, "All candidates, please take out a piece of paper from the box in the slave's hand. "

What is this for?
The martial arts examinees looked at each other for a while, but finally they all stepped forward, pulled out a note from the box, opened it, and found that there was nothing else on it, only a simple number.

"Okay, all the candidates have drawn their serial numbers."

Su Qiqi said loudly, "My martial arts exam is different from the previous martial arts exams. It's not done by just gesticulating with a spear and a short knife. You each have a number on the paper in your hand. Now, you can find the one that matches yours." Candidates with the same number stand together."

Although the examinees didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Su Qiqi's gourd, they obediently stood in a row with the people with the same number according to the serial number. In a short while, the examinees on the examination table were divided into two groups. The number of people is exactly eight people.

"All right."

Su Qiqi clapped her hands, and someone stepped forward immediately and moved a huge table onto the exam table.

The candidates of martial arts, and the courtiers in the stands, immediately raised their heads to take a look.

(End of this chapter)