Fengtian Palace, palace examination.
Above the golden throne, the green smoke from the incense burner curled up, making the figure in the dragon robe on the throne blurry.
Inside the Gongyuan, there was deathly silence.
Three hundred tributes stood with their heads bowed, waiting for the strategic examination questions that would determine their life's destiny.
MC stood in the crowd, his long Confucian robe could not hide his straight spine, and he was incompatible with the trembling classmates around him.
He could feel several unkind glances coming from the darkness, cold and sticky.
That's Prime Minister Wei's eagle dog.
This palace examination is the trap laid by Prime Minister Wei for him, and it is also his only chance of survival.
"Quiet!"
The Minister of Rites held a yellow silk scroll in his hand and stood under His Majesty Dan. His voice spread to every corner of the hall.
"I have now ordered that the topic of the imperial examination be..."
He paused and looked around, seemingly satisfied with the nervous expressions of the tributes.
"On the strategy of farming on the frontier!"
As soon as these words came out, the stagnant air in the hall instantly relaxed.
Many candidates were visibly relieved, and some even had joy on their faces.
Farming on the frontier is a commonplace topic.
