The big exam of Chongwen College is about to take place, and the atmosphere is solemn.
The broken inkstone lay on the ground, the fine Hui ink was broken into several pieces, and several wolf hair brushes were broken at the waist and scattered aside in embarrassment.
Several children from aristocratic families, headed by Wei Zian, were watching all this with sarcastic expressions on their faces.
"Brother Lu, this is such a pity." Wei Zian used his boots embroidered with gold thread to deliberately run over the largest fragment of the inkstone and grind it into powder.
"Without pen and ink, I wonder how you can write this policy statement."
The attendant beside him burst into laughter.
"You're a lowly bitch, but you're worthy of competing with us?"
"Brother Wei, this is to do justice for heaven, so as not to pollute the sage examination room."
