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Chapter 128 Secret Operation
The lottery that Mo Yan said at this time is tantamount to directly giving a quota of candidates. This temptation is not insignificant.

When everyone heard the words, they immediately geared up and were very excited.

Rong Xueyi felt that this kind of behavior is not fair, but Mo Yan is the king of Xinzhou, and this matter is just a nod of his head.

Mo Yan glanced at everyone's reactions, glanced at Rong Xueyi's sister and brother, and said calmly: "This time, we don't need to pay attention to background, and we don't need fame. Everyone can participate."

Rong Xueyi felt that this was an opportunity. Normally, if Rong Feiyang took part in the scientific examination, he would need to read many years of books before he could be selected, and those books may not be really useful after reading.

In the future, after she wants Rong Zhennan to take the Rong Mansion over, it will not be easy to take care of the Rong Mansion, but it will be different if Rong Feiyang has the status of Juren.

It's just how to make Rong Feiyang stand out in this poem is a big problem. Although Rong Feiyang has been learning Chinese characters and writing superficial essays for these years, and he has also been instructed by Master Yuan these days, Rong Feiyang can After all, Master Yuan's teaching time is very short, and it is not easy to stand out among this group of students who have read poetry and books.

She was only a little worried about this matter in her heart, and she suddenly realized that although she was a secret agent in her previous life and was not good at composing poems, anyone who had participated in exam-oriented education would memorize Tang poetry and Song poetry. Not to mention that she came from a family of Yi Xue, her grandfather once forced her to recite "Three Hundred Poems of Tang Dynasty" and "Three Hundred Poems of Song Dynasty". It is really not difficult to find a few famous poems about chrysanthemums.

She leaned into Rong Feiyang's ear and whispered a few words, Rong Feiyang was stunned for a moment and then nodded.

Soon attendants came out with pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and all the students took out their housekeeping skills to write poems.

And the powerful judges were also invited out, sitting on the west seats one by one, Qin Muyu was among them, but he was obviously not in a good mood today, sitting there with a dark face, his eyes glanced at Rong Xueyi from time to time glance.

Rong Xueyi ignored him directly.

Sitting next to Qin Muyu was a middle-aged man about 50 to [-] years old. After that man came out, students from time to time came forward to salute respectfully. Rong Xueyi vaguely heard those people call him "Mr. Nanyang".

Because Master Yuan took Feiyang as his disciple last time, she had also heard Mr. Nanyang's name, and knew him as a well-educated Confucian in Xinzhou.

Even Ming Yanran, who had been putting on airs all this time, leaned over and saluted, "My lord really has the ability to invite Uncle Nanyang here."

Mr. Nanyang smiled and said: "My lord is very thirsty for talent, I will do my best."

Liyang Mingfu and Mr. Nanyang have a close relationship, and Mr. Nanyang watched Ming Yanran grow up, so the two of them were very close when they met.

Ming Yanran smiled and said: "Uncle Nanyang is knowledgeable and talented. He is also a direct disciple of Master Yuan. He has a unique vision. I believe he will select the best talents for the prince."

Mr. Nanyang stroked his beard and smiled, and Ming Yanran came up to him and said a few words, because they were far away, Rong Xueyi couldn't hear what they said, but after they finished speaking, Mr. Nanyang looked at Rong Xueyi Scanning with Rong Feiyang, although he quickly looked away, Rong Xueyi still felt the hostility from him with the agent's intuition.

(End of this chapter)