Yao Si trotted onto the platform, and Fang Jue's vision suddenly widened. She smiled and turned back to Qiu Ji: "This platform is endless and can't be seen at first sight. It's not inferior to the martial arts test stage in Boyoulou. Where should we go in so many ring games?"

Qiu Ji stood beside her and said slowly: "Although there are many people now, in less than half an hour, most of the people above will have to come down, and the rest will have to be held in the last round of the arena, which is the key. Bi『』』』    Quan           Quan                                                                         

"Since the rest are all the best, who will give the title? It seems that it is unfair for anyone to give it." Yao Si said in confusion.

"The last round of questions has different questions every year, but they are all outsiders and have unknown identities. It is not difficult to be fair and just."

Yao Si did not agree, thinking that there was something wrong with this. She thought that the county exam was fair and just. If she had not seen it with her own eyes, she would not know how deep the water was.

But not to mention anything else, just because only one person wins in each district, the difficulty of this challenge can be imagined. If you want to stand out from a hundred people, if you don’t have some real skills, you will probably not even be qualified to challenge the last round.

Qiu Ji seemed to know what she was thinking and suggested: "If you really want to participate, you can wait for the last game before going to the game, which will save you energy."

Yao Si looked around and asked blankly: "Can anyone get in? No registration is required?"

Seeing that she didn't know anything, Wei Zha couldn't help laughing: "The people who entered the ring area are all qualified to participate, but there are many experts here, and many people are just watching.

Besides, you are holding a recommendation post in your hand, and no one dares to object to the last one."

Yao Si nodded, looked at Qiu Ji, as if asking what he meant.

Qiu Ji looked around and left with his feet. Yao Si and Wei Zha hurriedly followed.

The book club is different from the Boyoulou. The women who came here did not deliberately cover their faces, both men, women, and young and old. In addition, everyone focused on the wooden platform, so Yao Si, who accidentally became popular in half of the West City, did not appear prominent.

The three of them came to the Yimu platform. There were already more than a dozen people on the stage, and there were many people around the audience.

Yao Si set his eyes on the two men closest to him, black and white.

The man in black said: "----There are Chinese scholars who are righteous and unjust in the emperor, and do not be friendly to the princes, and they are called wise men. Taigong sent someone to summon him three times, but he did not come, and ordered him to be punished. Let's ask what the Chinese scholars are wrong? What the Taigong is wrong?"

The white-clothed man sneered coldly: "I think it is better than the grandfather, and the Chinese are wronged. Everyone has their own ambitions, some are versatile, so naturally some are ashamed to open the world.

Taigong killed him at will and treated human life as a mustard, which was really heartbreaking. Moreover, he was a Chinese scholar and had great talent. If he had done so frivolously, wouldn’t it be a loss for the country?”

The man in black laughed and looked at him: "Since you said that he was talented, you forgot that he was 'unjust the emperor and was not friendly to the princes'. You have talent but don't serve the country, which is equivalent to nothing. Since that's the case, I hope you will still be friendly to him?

If you don’t want your ministers to be friendly with them, you will abandon the people. If you don’t call them, you will be against the people. Moreover, every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the country, let alone other Chinese scholars.

If such virtues are not punished, but instead praise the wise and make a country follow it, wouldn’t it be that if one abandons the country and the people are ignored?

Or do you regard the emperor's destiny as a joke? Do you regard the rise and fall of a country as a joke?"

The man in white was stunned by the question and couldn't speak for a long time. Naturally, he could not say that he would disobey the emperor's order. Since he couldn't answer, he could only step down. So he bowed with a look of reluctance and said, "Ming Qi gave up."

Yao Si watched the man in white step down, and there were others who followed him step down. In a moment, only seven or eight people were left on the wooden platform.

Her eyes turned to Qiu Ji, who seemed to listen seriously. After thinking about it, she asked in a low voice: "If it were you, what do you think is right and who is wrong?"

I thought Qiu Ji didn't hear it, but he didn't expect that he was silent for a moment, but he said lightly: "Kill him."

Yao Si's heart thumped. Although the two words just now were short, they did not hesitate at all, and there was no room for any movement in their tone. She couldn't help but laugh at herself. Yes, for these superiors, human life is really like a mustard of grass, and if you don't listen, you will kill. You are so natural that you can't hesitate at all, and you are really cold-blooded.

"If the emperor's order is instigated by a traitor, and he knows it is not acceptable, should he listen? This would be too stubborn. If it were me, I would rather------"

"Your wish will only bring disaster to yourself." Qiu Ji took the lead in interrupting her indifferent tone.

Yao Si was frustrated and shook his sleeves and sneered: "Yes, I know that you, those of you who are in high positions and have the power of life and death. My life is not my life at all.

Isn’t this the world now? Farmers cannot feed themselves, mulberry women do not cover their bodies, and powerful people do not recognize wheat ears and mulberry silkworms, but they eat and wear well. This is really a good world."

Qiu Ji glanced at her faintly: "I only know that if you keep the green mountains without worrying about burning firewood, if your life is gone, you will have a pride but can only be buried in the soil to keep the praises of the world, but it will be of no use."

Yao Si said for a moment, and Qiu Ji's words were not unreasonable. She drooped slightly and her anger disappeared. "After that being said, some people would rather break up than make a complete set of things. It is probably because they have different ideas than to plan for each other.

Besides, death is not the end. Otherwise, why would history books make a lot of effort to write about those famous in history? Although the ancestors passed away, they kept their future generations to reflect on it? Isn’t it education?”

Qiu Ji suddenly stopped and turned around, looked at her with a steady look, and asked in a deep tone: "Then do you say the same as me?"

Yao Siben walked with his head down, but he didn't notice that the person in front of him stopped and almost hit him. He was so scared that he let out a soft cry, but he didn't hear Qiu Ji's words clearly. He raised his doubts and said, "What did you say?"

Qiu Ji leaned forward without warning, bent down and looked parallel to Yao Si's eyes, "I'll ask you-----Is it different from me and not to work together, or is it like-minded?"

Yao Si's heart suddenly became tight, and even his heartbeat was half a beat, and his body leaned back unconsciously.

She looked at Qiu Ji blankly, her eyes that were more dazzling than the stars were a little casual and calm, and even a little scrutiny. Her clear eyelashes blinked with her eyes, which looked very beautiful.

Yao Si's brain suddenly became hot, and she felt that her brain had become mud. She didn't let her think normally, and two red clouds flew on her cheeks. Faced with this situation, she was very helpless.

"Young Master------" Wei Zhahuan ran over, and before she could even get to the point, she noticed the subtle atmosphere between Yao Si and Qiu Ji.

He opened his mouth and stepped back carefully.

Yao Sizheng was at a loss. When he heard Wei Zha's voice, he seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw. He immediately coughed twice and took two steps back, naturally looking at Wei Zha.

However, the moment before her eyes completely left Qiu Ji, she saw a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

If the smile was not too obvious, she would have suspected that she had read it wrong. It seemed that it was the first time she saw Qiu Ji smile so naturally and casually - so beautiful.

"What's the matter?" Qiu Ji returned to his usual dullness.

Wei Zha wanted to slap himself in his heart. He obviously disturbed the young master's interest. Wouldn't he have to torture him in different ways this time? The last time he was sent to guard the gate, what's going on this time?
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