All, if you can't say it, don't say it.

But they did all kinds of calculations, and they didn't even come here to apprentice today. The first question asked by the seven gentlemen turned out to be "Reconciliation"!

And what do they think?

For them, it was a life-threatening problem! So they were on pins and needles.

But on Xue Chi's side, it was only because he was the belated "posthumous son" of General Xue Kuang.

There are also many people who can guess Xue Chi's identity. After all, at this age in the capital, the little boy who is still called "Xue Chi" can't find a second one at all.

Immediately, many people looked over with different eyes.

Meng Ji stood at the forefront.

He had read all the exam questions, and naturally he knew how shocking the question that Gu Juefei and Ji Lao posed for these students who had been immersed in the imperial examination for several years.

But what he is most concerned about is Xue Chi.

It just surprised him again. Although it was very uneasy, there was no obvious anger on Xue Chi's face. On the contrary, it is more of a speechless silence, and a kind of confusion that does not seem to match his age...

So, Meng Ji suddenly remembered Xue Kuang he had seen in the past.

It is on the tower of the outer city.

At that time, he was ordered by Gu Juefei to send a message to Grand Master Gu. But unfortunately, when he went, people returned to him: General Xue is here, and he went up to the tower with Taishi and was talking.

So just led him over and waited for a while not far away.

Because they were not far away, Meng Ji could see this well-known general quite clearly.

His uniform was removed, and he was replaced by a dark, dark suit.

The man stood on the edge of the tower, as straight as an upright spear, more than half a head taller than Taishi Gu beside him.

Covered with sturdy knives, he is iron-blooded and resolute.

It's just that the weather that day was not very good.

The clouds were dense, and the strong wind blew the flags on the city tower. The light was not enough, he only knew that Xue Kuang had spoken to Grand Master Gu for a long time, but he could not clearly see his expression.

Remember, only that pair of frowning eyebrows.

Meng Ji didn't know what happened that day, but now standing in the Yuewei Pavilion, looking at Xue Chi's brows that were a bit like Xue Kuang's, he was rarely in a trance.

He doesn't really care about others on weekdays.

In the end, was Xue Kuang too good-looking back then? Even a glimpse is still fresh in the memory. Not to mention that he later died on the battlefield, and he completely became an indelible mark on the hearts of Daxia people.

Gee.

Gu Juefei still couldn't get used to Xue Kuang, and he couldn't get used to his son. Otherwise, it's not good to have any problems today, so it has to be linked to this matter.

This heart, but the word "bad"!

There were murmurs in his heart, but Meng Ji didn't say anything.

He was right in front, didn't speak, let alone remind, just observed the situation below, and waited for the time to turn around and put away the answer sheet.

In the inner hall, the test questions had already been sent out, and many people felt embarrassed after reading it.

Xue Chi also stared at the blank answer sheet for a long time. The pen rested on Pen Mountain, but he didn't touch it until halfway through.

To answer, or not to answer?

Chapter 65

At the moment, the first floor of the Yuewei Museum is almost silent.

Even in the outer hall, few people spoke, for fear of disturbing the answer from the people inside. The stairs in the southeast corner lead to the second floor with twists and turns.

The entire interior of the Reading Micro Museum is built like a small patio.

There is a circle of handrails on the second floor; on the inside of the railing, a half-rolled bamboo curtain hangs, which can block the sight from up and down; inside the bamboo curtain is a circle of tables, chairs and tea seats.

A corridor is separated from the private rooms with the best view in Yuewei Pavilion.

Gu Juefei and Ji Zhiyin were still in the previous room.

A chess table is set in the corner, with an ordinary sapphire chessboard on top of it.

The old man and the young man sat opposite each other, but they didn't play chess. Instead, they put two cups of tea on the chessboard, and in the middle was a book of "Altar Sutra" that had been flipped through two pages at random.

The rest of the great Confucian scholars have disappeared at this moment.

Because the window sash was open, the chatter and laughter of some people on Baiyue Lake outside were also vaguely heard.

Ji Zhiyin held his ears and listened for a while, then sighed: "Oh, if I had known, I would not have asked you a question..."

The question is dangerous, but it is still in the first place!

Listening to the movement outside, the rest of the Confucian scholars are very leisurely at this time, going out to enjoy the scenery, leaving the two of them alone, they have to wait in this room.

Because the test questions have already been sent out, I am afraid that Meng Ji will come to look for them with the answer sheets in a short while, and wait for them to check the papers to see if anyone can be selected.

Therefore, Ji Zhiyin can only sit at the chess table now, staring blankly.

"You said that you are too, why are you still asking such a question when you are going to face it?"

"My old bones can be regarded as a gentleman who sacrificed his life to accompany a gentleman. But I am not a person in the sea, and it is not easy for me to be affected by any storms in the court, but you have to go back to the ups and downs."

"If you ask such a question in vain, if you go back and spread it, you won't be afraid that people will say that you have more troubles?"

This recycle of students has made a lot of noise. Today's topic is bound to spread, causing a certain impact.

I don't know what ordinary people think; but some people in the DPRK will definitely react to this.

After all, Gu Juefei's identity is really unusual.

He has not been in the officialdom for nearly six years, and the negotiation has not helped Xiao Che to plan more than half of the matter from beginning to end. So few people know what his attitude is when the years-long war at the border between the two countries is about to end with peace talks.

But Ji Zhiyin knew it.

Not only know, but also know with certainty and detail.

Hence, today's talk.

But Gu Juefei really doesn't care much.

Others were sitting at the chess table, and they were still thinking about the fact that Xue Tingzhi, the son of the Xue family, also handed in a blank.

The fingers are slender and clear like jade.

Gu Juefei casually placed one hand on the corner of the chessboard, while the fingers of the other hand pressed the line of the first path on the edge of the chessboard, walking slowly, with a gentle voice.

"It's too much to think about the old man. I just asked a question and didn't want to do anything. Now it's more appropriate to seek stability, and I have seen what the envoy will be like when it comes to Beijing."

As long as the main fighting factions in the DPRK don't find trouble at that time, everyone will naturally live in peace. Otherwise, if you want to make a real move, you must be turbulent and lose a few heads.

Ji Zhiyin and Gu Juefei, two people are considered to be friends with each other and gentlemen.

Ji Zhiyin was not very clear about some of Gu Juefei's matters. Hearing what he said, he didn't really understand what he meant. He just sighed and said, "Anyway, you have always been serious, so I will be more relieved if you say that. It's over. We're bored waiting for the answer sheet, why don't we pack up and have a hand-to-hand chat?"

Play chess?

Gu Juefei's fingers on the grid points of the chessboard suddenly stopped, looked up at Ji Zhiyin, but shook his head unexpectedly, and said with a smile, "I don't want to. In Xue Cui Ding, I always play chess with the great monk Jueyuan, and it’s boring to win. Now I’m really tired of it, and I don’t have much interest.”

At that moment, Ji Zhiyin was almost stunned.

He almost suspected that he had heard it wrong: Tired of it, can't get much interest?

I still remember that when Gu Juefei won the crown, Gu Chengqian had to set the word "Let's go first" as the word, and when he played chess, it was always difficult to meet an opponent, so everyone said that he had an incomprehensible fate with one of "chess". .

Now that you have returned after six years of silence, your mouth is actually "tired"?

Ji Zhiyin is old, but not dull.