The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Only thirty people participated in the final round of the palace examination, and they also had to write a policy essay within half an hour. The results of this round will directly determine the first and second place. Among the thirty people, the ten tributes who did not enter the top two were tied for the top three with the seventy people who failed the retest the day before yesterday.

The future depends on today's performance, so the atmosphere in the Baohe Hall was far more tense than the re-examination the day before yesterday. In addition to the same invigilators, there was also Emperor Hui'an sitting on a dragon throne, which undoubtedly intensified the solemn atmosphere in the palace.

When Emperor Hui'an announced the topic of the policy discussion, some students who were not mentally strong enough had their hands shaking when they picked up their pens. Of course, most people had a good attitude and answered the questions as if no one else was watching.

The performance of the thirty people clearly fell into the eyes of Emperor Hui'an. Based on the information in hand and the decisions made in the joint examination and re-examination, he had already made a preliminary judgment on the abilities of these people. His eyes rested on the few students in the hall who were answering seriously for a moment, and the pause on Mo Qingze was especially long.

Finally, Emperor Hui'an finally withdrew his gaze, put aside the few pages of paper in his hand, and picked up the ink pen to review the pile of memorials.

Mo Qingze focused entirely on answering the questions and was completely unaware of Emperor Hui'an's gaze. In just half an hour, the first draft of the policy was completed, and all that was left was polishing and transcribing.

Outside the palace, Mo Yan sat in the carriage, avoiding the increasingly hot sun. She was not in the mood to go shopping, and was bored by being alone, so she had to close the car windows and doors to release the hairball that was about to come out from the space.

As a result, when this guy lay down in the car, he took up most of the entire space. She, the owner, could only sit upright against the wall of the car, not even able to stretch her legs.

"Mao Tuan, is it time for you to lose weight?" Mo Yan pinched Mao Tuan's furry little ears and sighed: "Fat people have no future. Look at you, you have become fat again recently. If you continue to gain weight, you should lose weight." I can’t find a wife.”

The hairball's ears twitched. He wanted to refute, but because he promised his master not to say anything at will, he could only stare with his big round eyes and express his determination not to lose weight.

Seeing this, Mo Yan chuckled and said, "Don't glare at me. Who made you so fat by eating so much? I asked you to lose weight for your own good!"

Although this guy does a lot of exercise going up and down the mountain every day, he also eats a lot, and he has enough control over the wild animals in the space, so he eats even more uncontrollably. If he continues like this, it will not be good for his health.

However, Maodan couldn't understand his master's good intentions. When he saw that his master seemed to be serious, he immediately became anxious. He put his huge head on Mo Yan's lap and began to hum and act cute.

This guy has grown into a big adult tiger, weighing more than a thousand kilograms. His huge head rested on Mo Yan's legs, like a rice millstone weighing him down. Mo Yan felt that his legs were crushed by it. .

"You bad guy, get up!" Mo Yan cursed with a smile and quickly pushed the hairball's head with his hand.

The hair ball refuses to obey, and the big head keeps rubbing, and there is no trace of the king of the forest!

Mo Yan was so entangled in the hair ball that she lost her temper, but she still did not let go. She insisted on reducing its daily "ration" by one-third and let the snow dumpling in the space supervise it.

A man and an animal were making a fuss when the car window was suddenly knocked. Mo Yan was startled, turned her palms, and took the hair ball back into the space. Just when she was about to ask who the person outside was, a familiar voice came through the wooden wall of the car: "Yan'er, it's me!"

Mo Yan opened the car door suddenly and saw the man's face clearly against the bright sunlight. Who was it if it wasn't Xiao Ruiyuan?