The wall in front of Kaifeng Mansion was finally whitewashed again. Bao Zheng had a gloomy face and didn't have time to care about it. He ran to the Imperial Academy. Bao Yan continued to review his lessons. People in Kaifeng Mansion didn't dare to disturb him, for fear that any noise would affect his exam.
"Little Mantou, don't be so nervous." Max Xiao lay on the table and helped Bao Yan grind ink.
Leo followed Zhao Pu to the military camp early in the morning. Recently, in addition to practicing martial arts, his courses have also included one more thing, which is Zhao Pu teaching him the art of war. Zhao Pu has been getting stricter and stricter with Leo recently. His daily time is occupied by practicing martial arts and attending classes. Gongsun is busy treating patients, so Max Xiao has no one to accompany him. Bao Fu happened to be taken by Bao Zheng to run errands, so Max Xiao acted as Bao Yan's little book boy.
"I'm not nervous, little four." Bao Yan scratched his head, "You have also seen the literary talent of Wei Xitong and others. Alas... I didn't expect that these talented people could not participate in the autumn examination. It turns out that my Song Dynasty is full of talents, and there are so many young talents!"
Max Xiao looked at him and said, "You said you weren't nervous."
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