The colorful buildings of Weizhi Academy stand tall and the eaves are soaring in the sky.
Liu Jibai reclined on the luxurious rosewood chair, his posture lazy and relaxed. He put one hand on his forehead, his eyebrows were indifferent and distant, and the other hand casually turned over the files on the case.
Lifting his fingertips lightly, he threw the bad writing casually, and the plain paper flew everywhere, covering the sycamore trees downstairs. When the fingertips pause, the good text will remain safely and rank high.
Thousands of scholars downstairs held their breath and clenched their fists, feeling anxious and worried. Their success and fame depended on the thoughts of the people upstairs. The ups and downs of the whole class of scholars are all decided by him.
The selection is finalized.
Liu Jibai raised his eyes, penetrated the layers of branches and leaves, and fell into the distance.
Shen Yao, who was wearing a green shirt downstairs, raised his eyes. Their eyes instantly intertwined, and they separated as soon as they touched, silently.
Year after year, the new emperor ascended the throne, Zhao State launched a large-scale selection of female officials, and the atmosphere in the government and the public was completely renewed.
It's another year of Cailou reviews. On the high platform, the human world has long since changed.
Shen Wanxing was dressed in formal court attire, sitting at Liu Jibai's seat. The women's clothing is elegant and noble, and their eyebrows are clear and calm. She lowered her eyes to read the papers, raised her hands to determine the merits, promoted and lowered talents, and judged scholars, calmly and with a dignified demeanor.
The poor man who once relied on others to make decisions is now sitting alone in a high building, in charge of Wenheng, and the future of his descendants.
The sea of people downstairs is still there, but at the end of the corridor in the distance, Liu Jibai stands in the backlight, quietly raising his eyes and staring.
This time, she was the one who was condescending, and he was the one who watched quietly and bowed willingly.
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Liu Jibai sometimes wonders what kind of desperate situation can really kill her.
At night, he stood on the porch outside her window and watched her entranced by a lamp. She didn't know he was there, let alone what he was holding.
If she knew that every step of her step was under his nose, would she hate him or beg him?
She wanted to kill him.
He was just waiting to see when she would realize that in this game of chess, he was both a spectator and a player, waiting for the day when she would personally hold the blade and end it with her own hands.
As for which step is true and which step is false - even he himself can hardly tell.
Intention: live an active life and study hard