Super Sneering System

Hearing Wang Zhaojun's words, Wang Xiaojian's heart felt great.

As an old driver, Wang Xiaojian felt that he was very skilled.

As long as Wang Zhaojun was willing to let him kiss her flawless body, the belly button and the alluring part under the Underpants's package.

He was confident that he could obtain her blood and take her for himself.

"I was too anxious. I did not consider the feelings of the Wife Zhaojun and wanted to take it."

"However, you'll surely be unable to escape from the fat meat that is in your mouth. Let Wife Zhaojun's purity be kept for two more days. In two days, I'm going to make it so she can't get out of bed. "

Thinking that he would be able to embrace Wang Zhaojun's snow-white butt and become a happy god soon, Wang Xiaojian was extremely happy.

"I'll be able to become a deity in two days, but I still need the necessary interest. Hehe."

Wang Xiaojian released his hand, and laughed: "Alright, Wife Zhaojun. I won't take off your apron and Underpants. But today, let your husband kiss you properly, okay? "

"En!"

Seeing Wang Xiaojian agree, Wang Zhaojun heaved a sigh of relief. With a blushing face, she nodded and released the clothes she was holding in her arms.

Wang Xiaojian chuckled, and amidst a wave of alarmed cries, he kept Wang Zhaojun's clothes back into his own System Dimension.

Then he leaned down again and kissed her seductive red lips, his big hands beginning to invade her soft body.

On this day, there was no end to the colors of spring.

If Wang Xiaojian did not come out from the door, Wang Zhaojun would be thrown onto the bed.

Although he promised Wang Zhaojun that he wouldn't take off her undergarment and Underpants s, and won't take a drop of her blood.

However, a slut's greatest strength lay in being the best.

She said she couldn't take off her apron, but she didn't say she couldn't hold her hand and stick it inside.

For the entire day, he played with Wang Zhaojun's flawless body with her hands.

His mind and body were filled with unprecedented satisfaction!

Dafeng City Academy.

The reading room was brightly lit. Over a hundred examination papers were neatly placed on the long table.

Prefect Zhuang Ming brought along two reading officials, and was busy reading the exam papers.

In order to be impartial, the exam questions were reviewed by two examination officials and the basic questions that had a standard answer. Soon after, Zhuang Ming would then personally review the "Subjective essay questions".

Combining the two results, he would then decide on the top three.

After half a day of examination, Zhuang Ming was a little tired.

To be honest, the final question of this round of the Groom Search Competition was extremely difficult.

Its title was to let the examinees express their views on Tianxia Country in 783 years, after the various dukes had caused chaos and disintegrated.

Even a simple scholar would find it difficult to answer such a question, much less a military man who could not even write properly.

Zhuang Ming saw that many of the examinees did not even know the answers to their questions. Even if there were some that sounded logical, they would not be able to grasp the gist of it.

Either it was too stiff or it was too flattering.

However, he was still meticulous as before as he carefully examined every single exam paper.

When he saw the two words "Shou'er", he slightly frowned.

Zhuang Ming had looked through most of the exams' papers for the better part of the day, but this was not the first time he had seen a poem.

In Zhuang Ming's opinion, the poems written by these warriors were way too terrible for him, who was a flower scout in the palace back then.

It was almost like a limerick in the streets, unable to be displayed on the stage.

When Zhuang Ming saw the easy-to-understand question of "Shou-er", he did not think that he could write anything good.

He couldn't figure out what the collapse of the Tianxia Country had to do with "Shu".

Therefore, his first reaction was that this was another doggerel that wasn't right.

However, the responsible Prefect still continued to watch.

"Death knows all things but sadness doesn't see us in the same place in the Nine Prefectures. Wang Shishi will be in the northern part of the Central Plains and my family will not forget to tell Nai on this day."

Zhuang Ming's body suddenly shook.

It was clearly a thirty-six character poem, but the moment Zhuang Ming finished reading it, he felt an inexplicable sense of sorrow.

After reading it, Zhuang Ming seemed to have thought of something and the hand that was holding onto the paper lightly trembled.

"Prefect, what happened to you?"

Reading official Peng Ye and Yun Ping, they both realized that Zhuang Ming was strange.

Zhuang Ming restrained his emotions and gave the two of them the poem "Shun'er", saying: "The two of you can take a look."

"Yes, milord."

Peng Ye and Yun Ping nodded at the same time, and then took the exam paper and read on.

It was a simple poem, but after they finished reading it, they fell silent.

An indescribable feeling of grief filled his heart, making the two of them speechless for a moment.

"Sirs, do you feel anything?"

Prefect Zhuang Ming asked.

Peng Ye had once been a High Scholar, but now she was also the dean of the Dafeng City Academy.

He was proficient in ancient Chinese poetry and was quite proud of his talent. Normally, when he saw poems written by his juniors, he would 'criticize' them.

However, he couldn't say a single word of criticism when faced with this poem.

He cupped his fists towards Zhuang Ming and sighed: "Master, this poem is very wonderful. It's a good topic. I still feel strong patriotism in my poems. In addition, there was also sadness, pain, and hope … This subordinate has never seen a poem that can express such deep feelings. "

Zhuang Ming nodded as he deeply agreed with Peng Ye's words.

He then turned to Yunping and said, "Principal, you also speak."

"Yes." "Milord."

He was a Grand Scholar.

All those years ago, he had even participated in the Hall Competition together with Zhuang Ming, but unfortunately, Zhuang Ming had hit the jackpot, and he had fallen off the list.

Currently, he was the Vice Principal of the Academy. His literary skills were ranked in the top three in Dafeng City.

After hearing Zhuang Ming's words, Yun Ping read the poem again seriously. He then said with a sigh, "Sir, this poem does not have any extravagant words to say, but it does resonate with your subordinate."

"The first sentence, 'A dead Yuan knows that everything is empty', makes your subordinate feel extremely sad. My heart is filled with grief, as if I have no life left to live."

"This sentence is in contrast to the last sentence, 'But I can't see the same thing in the Nine Prefectures'. In contrast to the poet, the people in the Land of the Nine Prefectures will not rest in peace if they don't see it! "

"But there is more to poetry than grief; there is hope. Look behind you... ' Wang Shishi, "..."

"It indicates the person who wrote this poem. It firmly believes that the army of our Xia Country will definitely be able to subdue the Central Plains and restore our Tianxia Country!"

"…"

"Look at the last sentence, 'The family offering never forgets to tell Nion'. It expresses the poet's sorrowful feelings of national unity even if he dies."

As expected of a scholar, Yunping continued to analyze the demonstration.

Zhuang Ming listened attentively to the analysis of Yun Ping, and after that, his face revealed an expression of praise. He nodded and said, "Dean Peng, Su Yun, you are right. His analysis was very reasonable. I don't dare to say anything else, but if this poem was placed in the Hall Competition back then, it would be considered as having the talent to be the top scholar! "

Prefect Zhuang Ming took over Yunping's words, and immediately uttered a sentence that shocked both Yunping and Peng Ye.

This was especially true for Jiu Yunping. He had once participated in the Beijing Hall Competition that year, and even though he had failed in the end, he clearly knew that he was the 'top scholar'. These four words were an extremely high evaluation.

"Such a poem, my lord," said Yunping, "is wonderful. May I know which examinee wrote it? "