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Lin Hao glanced around the hall. Sure enough, on the front stage, he saw a hanging Gong with red silk gongs and hammers. Other people's faces didn't look anxious. Instead, they talked with each other and waited for the sound of gongs and drums.

In this case, Lin Hao is not good at following the recommendation of the great scholars of the imperial dynasty. He breaks the rules of communication since ancient times. He can only sit in order, eat melon seeds, drink tea, listen to Chen Wu's old jokes, and wait like other people.

However, Lin Hao has looked at everyone's face in the front hall, but he has never seen a person in a dark robe, and he doesn't know if Yulong has come.

With the passage of time, when the sun was already hanging high and there was only light left, a rickety old man with purple robes finally walked into the tower slowly.

He went over the yearning eyes of a group of people and stepped onto the stage. He picked up the gongs, drums and hammers made of red silk cloth.

The gongs and drums were hanging on the top of the beam, and the little old man jumped up quietly. His dry fingers clenched the hammers of the gongs and drums and knocked them hard on the golden gongs and drums.

A loud deafening sound made everyone feel refreshed. They looked at the thin old man, but the other side landed on the stage, threw the gongs and hammers to the ground, and cried in a shrill voice: "you guys have been waiting for a long time, you must be tired - please go into the room to have a rest!"

When the words came out, everyone stood up and walked towards the stairs on both sides. For a moment, the hall regained its bustling appearance in the daytime, full of the sounds of tables and chairs.

"Only --" the old man in purple voice, and let everyone stop, "since you come to this mountain and river sacrifice, you have a few pounds, I think they are very clear, naturally I don't need to say more."

"You must know very well which floor and which room to live in."

This voice, can be regarded as let Lin Hao understand the purpose of this.

The fifth floor has never been opened to the outside world. Obviously, it is a special room that only the relatives of the emperor can live in.

There are so many geniuses in Shanhe Festival, more than 300 people. The big family wants to maintain their dignity, the small family wants to take the opportunity to climb up, not to mention the officials from all sides who recommend to kill them, and the civilian geniuses who are selected. No one is convinced.

It's just a good trick to be careless in choosing a room.

"Little brother, although you are not talented, you are a green card. You can live in dizifang." Chen Wu whispered in Lin Hao's ear, "don't follow me to the Qingzi room. Follow me to the Dizi room. The bed is soft and comfortable. You can sleep comfortably."

At this moment, everyone is gathering at the stairway. The smart children of big families are not willing to take the lead, while the rest of small families and grassy geniuses know that their airs are not rich enough, so they have to wait to pick the rest, and they are not willing to take a step.

After a long time, the old man sat down and began to drink tea. The crowd didn't move in but retreated. Everyone pushed me. No one wanted to be a rookie.

When he heard Chen Wu's words, Lin Hao couldn't help but smile.