He only felt that something had probably happened between Gu Juefei and his grand teacher Gu Chengqian, otherwise he wouldn't even get tired of playing chess.

As the saying goes, it is difficult for a clean official to cut off housework.

Although he was on good terms with Gu Juefei, he didn't know the root cause of all the things in the Grand Master's mansion, and of course he was not good at expressing any opinions, so he just kept his mouth shut.

But in the blink of an eye, he immediately thought of something again, and suddenly said "Oops".

Gu Juefei raised his eyebrows suddenly, wondering, "Old Ji, what's the matter?"

"You said just now that you are tired of playing chess and have no interest in it, right?"

Ji Zhiyin's eyes became a little brighter, and there was a taste of joy.

"Then I remember that you had a black jade chessboard back then, and it was exquisitely made. The tentacles are called warm in winter and cool in summer. My old bones are not very healthy, but I am good at this. Since you don't play chess, why don't you? Cut love?"

Ji Lao is knowledgeable, and the older you are, the happier you are to live.

There is shrewdness, and there is also returning to the basics.

Such remarks, it is rash to say it by others, but it is very suitable for him to say it.

only……

Moyu chessboard?

Gu Juefei's deep eyes flickered slightly, he coughed, and then said: "This, you are not too lucky. I sent this chessboard to the front..."

"what?"

Ji Zhiyin's voice suddenly rose, and he couldn't believe his ears.

"You gave it away? I asked for it for so long, and you didn't give it. Now you told me to give it away? Who did you give it to?!"

Questions like a barrage of cannons immediately slammed into Gu Juefei's head.

It's just that he just looked at Ji Zhiyin like that, but didn't answer.

Of course he knew who he gave it to, and he had a very reasonable name, so he could say it frankly. But he is...

Suddenly do not want to say.

It was as if it was some secret hidden in his heart.

Ji Zhiyin saw that he was silent, he beat his chest and stomped his feet for a while, and grieved: "I don't give it to anyone else. Gu Rang Xian, Gu Rang Xian, we have known each other for many years. Alas, you disappointed me so much! "

"Counting old..."

Gu Juefei opened his mouth to comfort him.

Unexpectedly, there were three knocks on the door outside, and it was Meng Ji who came over with two book boys holding answer sheets: "Eldest son, the time has come, and the answer sheets for the first question have been collected. Just for you and Ji Lao, and send it to the front Lanzi room?"

The private rooms in Yuewei Museum are named after such elegant objects as plum orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum. Lan Zijian was the place where the answer sheets were stored earlier, so it was said to be sent there.

Of course Gu Juefei had no objection, so he nodded in agreement, and looked back at Ji Zhiyin: "Elder Ji, then let's—"

"It's not 'we'."

Ji Zhiyin hurriedly waved his hand, with an expression of "I'm already angry", coughed "hmm", then got up from his seat and walked directly towards the door.

"You came up with the question, and of course you have to do it yourself, but it has nothing to do with me. I'm going to go down and play!"

"Hey, old man!"

Gu Juefei called out.

Ke Ji Zhiyin just ignored him, and without turning his head, he walked past Meng Ji and went all the way downstairs. He really ran to see the scenery.

Gu Juefei was helpless for a while, stunned for a while, then shook his head and laughed: "Chi Lao, it's still this temper."

As soon as Meng Ji saw it, he guessed a few points.

But he has always claimed to be a smart person, knowing that Ji Zhiyin is very funny, but he is not particularly serious, and now he is just pretending.

What do you mean by grading, who does not read the same?

So he didn't answer the question at all, just took his life, and led the book boys to put the answer sheets in the blue room in the corner at the other end of the corridor, and spread them out one by one for Gu Juefei to read.

There are only 28 answer sheets in total, which is really not that many.

Gu Juefei came over, scanned it roughly, and there was a number.

Although the topic is simple, there is actually a lot to write about. Therefore, many people have written a bunch of words on their answer sheets, which are very detailed.

But some are not.

There are just a few answer sheets, which are written extremely briefly, even with a perfunctory expression.

When he turned to the third sheet, he saw words such as "God has the virtue of a good life", "governing the country and the state and the people are the foundation", and "raise my great power" on the paper.

Really is……

Bullshit!

Gu Juefei sneered in his heart.

How well versed in the world of people he is, how can he not see what these people think?

You know, Tao'an scholar Meng Ji, before he became his disciple, was also a famous sage.

The twenty-eight people he personally selected from among the many people today must all have real talents and practical learning. There is no doubt about that.

But what is written on this answer sheet now?

As far as he is concerned, he does not dare to write even half a sentence of truth related to peace talks!

It is simply because the government and the opposition are now taboo about this.

These scholars who are about to enter the official career do not dare to take a step forward. Apprenticeship is indeed a big thing, but no one can guarantee that if he writes the truth, he will be successful in apprenticeship.

What's more, apprenticeship is important, but it can't compare to the right path of the imperial examination.

If they express any opinions here, they stand in the wrong team in advance, affect the noble people they may meet in the future, and affect the way of promotion in the future, is it not a small mistake?

After weighing the pros and cons, there is such an answer.

It's just a pity...

They will eventually know what it means to be "on the wrong side."

Gu Juefei's eyes slowly soaked in the coldness, and his slender fingers only pinched the thin page of rice paper, covered it to the side, and saw the name of the respondent written on the other side:

Sun Tong.

A bit of sarcasm appeared on his lips, he only remembered the name, and then threw the answer sheet to the ground with a "crashing" sound.

It's a waste of time to even look at it!

Lan Zijian is on the southwest corner of Yuewei Pavilion, the window sash is half-open, and you can see the shade of a new green tree and a shimmering lake.

The light is half-bright and half-dark.

Gu Juefei stood in front of the case, turning one by one, frowning more and more tightly, and his face becoming more and more cold.

"Whoa."

"Whoa."

...

Almost one after another!

He had only read half of it, and he had already thrown eight out of the fourteen answer sheets on the ground! Even Gu Juefei didn't know how to describe his mood.

absurd?

ridiculous?

mercy?

...

Or is it as expected?

When the question came out, he actually knew that something would definitely happen. But people always have a glimmer of hope, and feel that they may be able to see a few answer sheets that distinguish right from wrong.

But now it's down...

Ah.

Gu Juefei couldn't hold back a sneer, only raised his hand and lightly raised his eyebrows, sat back on the rosewood armchair behind the book desk, and remembered all the scenes he saw at the border when he traveled the world...

The people are not living, and they are devastated!

In the Great Xia Huns, the border battles have been fought for several years, and no one has come out to oppose and stop them; Xue Kuang fought on the battlefield and used his troops like gods.

How ironic?

Now that the discussion is settled, these people are all looking forward to the future, just looking forward to seeing the wind direction and standing in line to speak. Everyone looks at themselves, why have they ever looked at the commoners and the white-bodied people in the world?