The oil lamp is like a bean, reflecting the yellowed pages of "The Analects of Confucius".
My father's suppressed cough came from the couch: "Qingwu... Don't waste any more lamp oil... Women can't take the imperial examination after all..."
Xie Qingwu's hand holding the pen tightened, and the ink dripped, spreading into a dark cloud of determination.
Seven years later, Jiangnan Gongyuan released the results.
"The head of the case—Xie Qingwu!" The roll call penetrated the morning fog.
Even small and medium-sized three yuan! Famous in Jiangnan!
On the way to Beijing, the son of aristocratic family gently waved his folding fan: "Brother Xie has great literary talent, but... Is he too delicate?"
Xie Qingwu lowered his voice and said, "My family is poor and weak. It's ridiculous."
On top of the golden palace, she shocked everyone with her plan. The number one scholar paraded through the streets, and the streets were deserted by thousands of people.
The spring breeze was proud of the horse's hooves, but there was a pair of sinister eyes in the darkness, staring at her neck——
There, there is no Adam's apple.
