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Chapter 263 The Control Group Quit Working (13)

I watched my teacher and my students, one testing the teacher and the other answering the questions.

Yan Zhishan had no choice but to suppress his doubts and sit quietly aside.

Zhan Hongliang himself knew some about Mo Ci's situation from Yan Zhishan, so naturally he had higher expectations.

However, as the level of his tests became more and more advanced, Mo Ci was still able to answer them fluently.

He then realized that his expectations were too low. Such a talented child is truly rare to come by in a century.

Thinking about it, Zhan Hongliang glared at Yan Zhishan. Such a good seedling was found by Yan Zhishan, a fool with no ambition.

Really... ...he didn't know what to say.

If he found out about this, he would definitely take Mo Ci in as his disciple and make him Yan Zhishan's junior fellow apprentice.

Now... ...disciple is fine too.

Mo Ci, who was still answering the questions seriously, didn't know that his seniority had been raised and then lowered in a short period of time.

After a long time, Zhan Hongliang stopped testing the teacher and looked at Mo Ci with a sigh.

"Good boy, I believe you will pass the exam this year. Your talent is no less than Zhishan's."

After hearing Mo Ci's evaluation from his teacher, Yan Zhishan didn't think it was a big deal that he was outdone by a ten-year-old child.

Instead, he straightened his body, looking so proud.

After all, it was he who first enlightened Jiang Yi when Jiang Sanyu sent him here.

Everything that happened later was taught by him.

Although the master can only lead you to the door, but the practice depends on one's own efforts, if he didn't have a keen eye for pearls, how could he have found the pearl Jiang Yi?

He should naturally be proud. In comparison, Mo Ci seemed much calmer and composed.

Zhan Hongliang looked at Mo Ci, then at Yan Zhishan, who looked proud and proud, and couldn't help shaking his head.

This Zhishan, his knowledge is fine, but how come his temper is not even as good as a child's?

No, it’s not that I’m not as good as the child, Zhan Hongliang thought as his gaze fell on Mo Ci.

This child is extremely unusual, but it's a pity that he was born at a time when the ruler is incompetent.

Alas, the Sima royal family was plotted against, and the only ones who survived were Sima Yehan and the sixth prince Sima Yehong, who was his half-sister.

But later the Sixth Prince disappeared, and the throne of the king fell on Sima Yehan.

But who could have thought that Sima Yehan was simply not fit to be a leader.

Over the years, they have enrolled so many students, but most of them have not received the recognition they deserve. Instead...

Zhan Hongliang really couldn't bear to see a rough gem like Mo Ci be covered in dust in the future.

I sighed in my heart, "Kid, what do you think?"

Zhan Hongliang asked this question on behalf of Yan Zhishan. They are not the kind of people who want to control others. They prefer to give their students enough freedom to let them think for themselves.

Of course, they will analyze everything they can consider to the other party in advance.

As for the other party's final choice, no matter what it is, they will not interfere.

Anyway, in the end, the other party will have to bear the consequences.

When Mo Ci heard this, he did not answer immediately, but thought about it carefully.

Judging from what Zhan Hongliang said just now, the current ruler is not a good king.

If he becomes too popular now, he might be persecuted by the king.

This is indeed not a wise move.

But Mo Ci still needs to think about one thing. After he passes the examination for the scholar, he still has to wait three years before he can take the examination for the juren. This takes a very long time.

If it doesn't work this year...

"Master, what if I take the college entrance examination next year?"

Zhan Hongliang and Yan Zhishan looked at each other and both realized that Mo Ci was unwilling to suppress it for too long.

Forget it this year, but next year, he will definitely not give in again.

Zhan Hongliang nodded. "That's fine. After all, the risk is much lower. But once you pass the exam, come directly to Qingshan Academy and don't have too much contact with people outside."

The meaning of this statement is to tell Mo Ci that Qingshan Academy will be his backing, but...

"Master, my students' parents, grandparents, uncles..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhan Hongliang.

"Leave this matter to Zhishan. As for you, just study hard and don't think too much."

"Zhong Chen, take Jiang Yi out to buy some food."

Zhong Chen, who was guarding the door, immediately opened the door and walked in when he heard the sound, aiming directly at Mo Ci.

Mo Ci glanced at Yan Zhishan, who nodded at him, and then Mo Ci followed Zhong Chen away.

After the two left, Yan Zhishan finally spoke.

"Teacher, isn't one year too tight?"

Zhan Hongliang raised his eyelids slightly, "Then how long do you want to keep him?"

Yan Zhishan: "At least... at least two years."

Zhan Hongliang: "Well, this matter depends on what the child wants. Today's test has shown me that Jiang Yi is a man of great ideas despite his young age. Once he makes a decision, it's not something he can easily change."

"Just like you, stubborn!"

Yan Zhishan: "...Teacher, now is not the time to talk about this. I am... Alas! I know that with Jiang Yi's knowledge, he can also take the exam for the scholar, but I am worried."

Zhan Hongliang: "Well, with me here and the entire Qingshan Academy here, how can we not protect a child? Besides, I am really looking forward to this child bringing some different circumstances to the current court."

Yan Zhishan: "Teacher..."

Zhan Hongliang raised his hand and suppressed Yan Zhishan's words of thanks, drank another glass of water, and listened to Yan Zhishan sigh again.

"If the Sixth Prince were still alive, the current ruler..."

"Be careful!"

"Teacher, I know, it's just, ah!"

The two of them finally changed the subject. On the other side, Mo Ci followed Zhong Chen out of the private school. As soon as Zhong Chen walked out of the door, he started asking questions.

"Your name is Jiang Yi, and you are Senior Brother Yan's student?"

Mo Ci looked up at Zhong Chen. His voice sounded so gentle and gentle that it didn't match his rather burly figure, making Mo Ci almost think it was someone else talking.

As if noticing Mo Ci's gaze, Zhong Chen smiled.

"My voice is just like that. I'm a handsome young man, but I used to be in poor health. I grew up with Master Wu, so I grew a bit bigger."

Mo Ci: ...about a few hundred million.

"I am the Master's student, and you are his junior fellow apprentice. Should I address you as Uncle Master?"

Zhong Chen nodded, "That's right. What would you like to eat, nephew? I will pay for today's expenses."

This voice as gentle as spring breeze and this bold temperament are simply... ...a huge contrast.

Mo Ci smiled and followed Zhong Chen around.

Zhong Chen and Zhan Hongliang will definitely stay here for a while, so it's a good idea to buy some wine and meat to go with the meal today. Mo Ci didn't make any mistake and asked for something extra.

However, Zhong Chen saw some candied haws along the way and wanted to buy a string for Mo Ci.

I saw a candied fruit shop and wanted to buy a bag for Mo Ci.

As for cakes and pancakes, he would buy whatever he saw and then give them to Mo Ci.

Mo Ci had no choice but to accept it, and besides, Zhong Chen was a tall and strong man, and one could tell at a glance how strong his fighting ability was.

Of course, he is not as strong as Mo Ci who has been endowed with internal strength, but on the surface, Zhong Chen is strong and powerful.

No wonder Zhan Hongliang only brought this one person with him. This one person is worth a dozen skinny scholars.

When they returned to the private school, Mo Ci's hands were full of things, and even Zhong Chen's hands were full.

Zhan Hongliang looked at Zhong Chen, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

"Zhong Chen!"

Seeing that his teacher was about to get angry, Zhong Chen quickly stretched out a finger and pushed Mo Ci.

"Teacher, this is not my fault. Isn't this what Junior-Junior Brother Jiang Yi wants? As his uncle, how can I refuse?"

Mo Ci, with no hands free and helplessness written all over his face, carried the heavy pot on his back and looked at Zhong Chen silently.

Mo Ci: I didn't expect you to be such a senior uncle?!