Chapter 483
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"Bang!" The door slammed shut.
On the other side, Wang Long raised his eyebrows. "Is Yan Chuan afraid? Is he going to run away? "
Chen Ping laughed. "Hahaha, he's a coward again!"
"Teacher's ordinary calligraphy is not something that kid can compare to!" Another scholar said disdainfully.
Liu Zilu shook his head and said, "No, Dongfang Zheng Sect and that person are still holding the plaque outside. Yan Chuan might have entered the Dongfang Hall to write! "
"Write? How much can he write at this time? "Chen Ping said disdainfully.
"Wait patiently!" Liu Zilu said lightly.
"Okay!" The group of scholars nodded.
The scholars were also very curious at this moment. Many of them thought that Yan Chuan was afraid, but the sixty scholars waited patiently, and the commotion immediately subsided.
In the Dongfang Hall.
"Meow! Another scroll! "Meow shouted excitedly.
In the blink of an eye, a hundred scrolls were placed on a chair. Yi Feng tied each scroll with a trace of excitement.
"Wang, are my eyes playing tricks on me?" Yi Feng said in surprise.
"I said, this is not my essay! But it belongs to me! "Yan Chuan shook his head and said.
"Meow, if it's not written by you, then who wrote it?" Meow was puzzled.
Yan Chuan shook his head and did not explain. It was more troublesome to explain. As the emperor in his previous life, the top scholar in the imperial examinations would write beautiful essays.
The top scholar! That was the top scholar in every examination!
In his previous life, Yan Chuan's country was much bigger than the Julu Academy. There were many talented people everywhere. During the imperial examinations, the beautiful essays were constantly handed to Yan Chuan's table.
Yan Chuan only took a hundred of them.
How could the top scholar be bad?
Moreover, this was a group of top scholars!
The poem that Yan Chuan had written previously was merely a poem written by a martial arts scholar.
He hadn't even seen Sima Yuntian, was there a need to go all out?
"Your Majesty, you want me to go?" Yi Feng understood tacitly.
"That's right. I have more important things to do from now on. You'll have to take care of these pedantic scholars for me. As for the art of chess, I'm sure none of them are better than you! Play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses. Stall for some time for me. During this time, something might happen in the Eastern Palace Hall. Don't worry about it! "Yan Chuan said solemnly.
"Yes, Your Majesty, please rest assured. I also want to meet this group of great scholars!" Yi Feng said with a smile.
"En!" Yan Chuan nodded.
Soon, the doors of the Eastern Palace opened once more under the gazes of the crowd.
"Kuang!"
As soon as the door opened, the Confucians in the distant Yong Hall immediately perked up.
"Yan Chuan actually dared to come out!" Chen Ping revealed a trace of disdain.
Yan Chuan walked in front, and Yi Feng came out with a large stack of scrolls.
Chen Ping looked at the one hundred scrolls that Yi Feng had brought out.
The faces of the Confucians in the distance twitched.
"Is this Yan Chuan crazy? He didn't really write, did he? And so many at that? "a Confucian cried out in shock.
"Bah! In such a short time, he can write Splendid Prose? And a hundred scrolls at that? Hmph! "Chen Ping snorted disdainfully.
It wasn't just Chen Ping. The nearly ten thousand Confucians were also confused. What was he doing with a stack of scrolls?
"Yan Chuan, what are you doing?" Dongfang Zhengpai asked in confusion.
"Bai Long, help me protect Yi Feng. Remember, Yi Feng's safety comes first!" Yan Chuan looked at Bai Long.
"Yes!" Bai Long solemnly said.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Yi Feng nodded.
"Mr. Yi Feng, what are you holding? Let me help you!" Bai Long immediately stepped forward.
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