"Quiet! Quiet!"
There are a lot of people here in Qingyang Gongyuan, and they are crowded everywhere. There was a strange smell in the air, the smell of ink, the stench of human sweat, and that unnerving smell all mixed together.
On the first day of the Chunwei exam, those students were all busy writing, hoping to use this exam to make a good future for themselves.
Pei Yan was wearing a blue cloth shirt that was almost colorless after washing. He stood as straight as a bamboo.
He sat steadily in his seat, his eyes were calm, and the pen in his hand did not stop for a moment.
Swish, brush, brush...
The pen tip scratched across the paper, making a very soft sound, as if he was writing the story of his own destiny.
He came from a poor family in Jiangnan, so he understood how important the imperial examination was.
After studying hard for ten years, I just hope that I can get good grades in the imperial examination and change my destiny all of a sudden.
He had to give his deceased parents a say, and he also had to carve out a future for himself!
As it was approaching noon, the atmosphere in the examination room became more tense.
"Search! Don't miss any one!"
