Chapter 86

Chapter 86: Yan Han, what do you think?

“Unrelated individuals, step aside!”

“Unrelated individuals, step aside!”

On Xuanwu Street in Wudu, the Blood Floating Pagoda had cleared the entire street. All vendors could only step aside, and common people were not allowed to gather.

Today.

Was the Wu Kingdom Assembly Examination.

In the Xu Mansion annex, a sixteen-year-old man slowly opened his eyes on the bed. The man was quite tall, about 172 cm at sixteen.

By the bookish young man’s side, there was a little girl.

“Mother, food isn’t allowed inside the examination hall,” Pengda said with some difficulty.

Looking at the time in the courtyard, it was almost time. The young man tidied his robes and walked out of the courtyard toward his mother’s annex.

“Pengda.” Just as Pengda was about to leave the courtyard, Phoenix softly called out.

Ming arrived at Xuanwu Street.

Pengda bowed respectfully and turned to walk towards the outside of the yard.

Still that same line.

One big and one small headed towards Xuanwu Street.

“Four days.”

“Alright then.”

The little girl held a scroll, wearing plain clothes, with a single braid, her face dotted with freckles—she wasn’t particularly pretty but also not unattractive.

By the man and woman’s side was a eunuch who always wore a smile, dressed like a servant—Wei.

“Boss, how much for the buns?” The scholar approached a bun shop.

“That guy Xu Ming is good enough, he’s worthy of you. You’ve known him for two or three years; you know his character.”

At the end of Xuanwu Street stood the Ministry of Rites Examination Hall.

But the man was rather heavyset, weighing approximately 160 catties.

The scholar’s blue robe was patched here and there, and even different colored cloths were used, making it look very shabby.

Her face was like the rising sun, soft and bright, with an indescribable elegance and nobility between her brows.

“Then I’ll pass.” Phoenix lightly lowered her eyelids, “Go early, prepare ahead of time.”

By the man’s side was a woman.

“Yes.” Pengda stuffed a few pastries into his mouth, drank several cups of warm tea, feeling full after patting his stomach, “Mother, I’m leaving first.”

At the Qingci Tower in Wudu, in this affordable tavern subsidizing scholars, a scholar dressed in a blue robe slowly descended the stairs.

“One”

The woman wore a long court gown, flowing like clouds, light and ethereal. Her dress was embroidered with white cloud patterns outlined in gold thread. Around her waist was a jade belt. Her long hair flowed like a waterfall, loosely tied with a jade pin, a few strands falling by her ears adding a touch of charm.

“Mother?” Pengda turned around.

“Is it too much?” Phoenix lightly glanced over, “Take it along. If you see your younger brother outside the examination hall, give him some, don’t waste it.”

“It’s fine if you don’t do well,” Phoenix said calmly.

The scholar descended from the tower, the little girl holding the scroll following closely behind.

“Those guys didn’t even come to see me off.”

The man got out of bed, changed into a Confucian blue robe.

For eight years, the scene of him going to school again and again flashed through Phoenix’s mind.

“However, Brother Yu is really strong!” The braided girl pouted.

Xu Ming laughed and scolded a few times, but he knew they couldn’t possibly come see him off. They were his comrades-in-arms, and he was the scholar taking the exam; they had to avoid suspicion.

“Four days later, can Brother Yu become the top imperial scholar?” The braided girl looked expectantly at Ping’an.

“Brother Yu, how many days will you take the exam?” The braided girl asked.

“Good Mother.” Pengda opened the lunch box, looking at the full pastries inside, “Mother, you made a bit too much.”

One after another, candidates handed over their jade tokens and entered the Ministry of Rites Examination Hall.

One big and one small ate the buns.

“This time you came back specifically to watch him take the exam?” The man smiled at his daughter.

Because his mother did not allow him to have maidservants.

The scholar descended the stairs slowly, needing to place one foot on a step before placing the other on the same step, repeating this process.

The little girl hesitated for a moment but still accepted the bun, “Thank you, Brother Yu.”

“Thank you.” The scholar took the bun and gave one to the little girl, “It’s fine, eat it.”

Xuanwu Street was rather desolate, except for the blood-red armored members of the Blood Floating Pagoda on both sides of the street, there were only the scholars coming for the examination.

“Yu brother is really strong!”

Xu Pengda paused, smiling broadly, deeply bowing.

“Haha.” Pengda smiled thickly, “Slept well.”

Quickening his pace, Ming walked straight ahead.

Phoenix watched her son’s figure growing further away, her expression somewhat dazed.

There were no maidservants in the man’s courtyard.

Of course, he didn’t need them either.

That pair of eyes, like a star-studded night sky, deep and dazzling, seemed to be able to see through everything in the world. His nose was straight, his lips pink, his slightly upward-curving corners revealing a faint smile, as if a spring breeze brushed across the lake surface, rippling layer upon layer.

If you bear Me a grandson, I will leave you alone.

And just on a tower not far from the Ministry of Rites Examination Hall, a man sipped tea while watching Xu Ming walk towards the examination hall.

Thinking about whether among these people were those guys like Haizhi.

“Occasionally coincidental.” The young lady casually tucked her hair behind her ear, “What books has he read these years? What can he achieve?”

“No problem.” Phoenix coolly pointed to the table, where a lunch box sat, “I couldn’t sleep last night, so I made some pastries. Have them as breakfast.”

“Maybe not.”

The man smiled and shook his head, took a sip of tea, and looked at Xu Ming registering at the entrance of the examination hall.

“Two meat buns, separately packed, please.” The scholar interrupted the braided girl’s words with a smile.

“Two coins.” The shop owner wrapped each bun in oil paper and handed them to the scholar.

Seeing the Blood Floating Pagoda clad in blood-red iron armor, Xu Ming couldn’t help but feel nostalgic.

Yan Han, what do you think?”