st as I was about to turn around, I saw Fang Chen.At this moment, Fang Chen was sitting cross-legged, his face as white as a sheet, looking like he was about to die.She was very surprised. Logically,...In the delivery room.

This terrifying night is finally over.

Shangguan Yunxi and Mo Ruzhi were already exhausted, their faces pale.

Even if they possess extraordinary martial arts skills and physical prowess.

This night, first there was childbirth, and then Jiang Qingyan was induced to give birth. They had already reached the limit of their bodies’ endurance.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly.

Early morning.

In the Qinyuan Hall.

Mo Ruxi, Shangguan Yunxi, and Jiang Qingyan, three women, had already fallen into a deep sleep on the freshly changed clean bed.

And those four little ones were also in their infancy, sleeping soundly.

The morning light is shining.

At this moment, Yang Chen felt his body filled with power again.

The feeling of being a father for the first time is something I've never experienced before, and it's truly hard to describe.

The feeling of having one's life extended.

Hope, joy, nervousness, and a sense of wonder all mingled together.

At this moment.

A visitor reported at the gate.

One hundred promising scholars have already entered the Fengtian Hall, preparing for the examination.

Yang Chen had the heart to stay, just watching these three women he loved, watching his four children.

But now that the imperial examination system has just begun, it is the first time for the palace examination.

The emperor cannot be absent.

Yang Chen thought to himself, with a tinge of reluctance in his gaze, he looked at Mo Ru's several girls and the four little ones.

For you all.

I too shall ensure the stability of the Tang Dynasty, peace throughout the land, and the elimination of foreign threats!

He thought silently to himself.

Yang Chen gave some final instructions to the maidservants in Qingyun Palace before leaving.

……

Hall of Heaven's Mandate.

Yang Chen arrived as scheduled.

One hundred prominent scholars, all were filled with excitement and their emotions ran high.

And among these contributors.

Yang Chen's gaze was uncontrollably drawn to one person.

He was a towering giant, eight feet tall and powerfully built. Standing among the scholars, he towered half a head above them all.

This burly man had a square head, a straight nose and a square mouth, his face covered in stubble. He looked fierce and intimidating.

His appearance here was rather out of place.

This person doesn't look like they have any education.

If this were the imperial examinations for martial arts, he would be more at ease appearing here.

Don't look at anything else, just the appearance, this is a fierce general mold.

And that strongman, feeling Yang Chen's gaze, met his eyes without arrogance or timidity.

A smile flashed across Yang Chen's eyes.

Hee hee... This person is kind of interesting.

After taking another glance at the burly man, Yang Chen retracted his gaze and surveyed the crowd from above. He spoke in a loud voice:

"I instituted the imperial examinations to select officials based on their merit."

"The only purpose is to employ the most capable people!"

Yang Chen's voice dropped.

The attendant eunuchs in the palace knelt down, bowing their heads to express their gratitude for the emperor's grace.

"Your Majesty is wise and enlightened, your humble students bow in gratitude for Your grace!"

A head servant led the way.

One hundred outstanding scholars knelt in succession, bowing down and paying their respects together.

"Your Majesty is wise and holy, we students bow our heads in thanks for your grace!"

After everyone had finished paying their respects.

The attendant called out in a loud voice.

"All candidates, please sit down at the designated desks according to your names. After you are seated, His Majesty will issue the questions."

Hearing this, the crowd rose to their feet and bowed deeply to Yang Chen. Then, each of them went to a long case bearing their name and knelt down, waiting quietly.

After everyone has sat down.

Yang Chen sat firmly on the dragon throne and declared in a loud voice.

"Since you have all gone through layers of selection to arrive at this Fengtian Hall, I believe each and every one of you possesses true talent and learning."

However, literary knowledge is only a part of measuring talent and learning, not the whole.

"Vast in knowledge, yet just a small talent."

"

Only one who excels at managing state affairs can be considered truly talented!

"

"Today, on the final imperial examination, I will only ask one question."

This question is a thought experiment.

Yang Chen's words fell.

The Imperial Examination Official, chest straight and head held high, pulled open a scroll with his hand and read aloud:

"Candidates, listen to the questions!"

During the Tang Dynasty, while its capital was located in the Central Plains, it faced threats from various directions. To the north were Liang and Wei, constantly eyeing the Tang with hostile intent. To the west were Yan and Liang, always watchful and wary like wolves and hawks. And to the east, pirates continually harassed coastal areas.

"I ask, in such a situation, how should one proceed"

When the voice fell.

The main hall returned to silence.

All contributors began to deliberate carefully.

Yang Chen's question was not insignificant, nor was it easy.

But all the scholars present here have passed through rigorous examinations. They are all genuine intellectuals and possess real talent.

After some thought.

In the main hall, some officials had already started writing furiously.

Upon the high dragon throne.

Yang Chen looked down at the officials who were answering questions, observing them carefully.

When all contributors lend their pens and carefully answer the questions.

Another person, exceptionally special.

This man is the very same burly fellow with a fierce countenance.

He knelt before the long case, his hands clasped in front of him, his eyes closed, breathing deep and steady.

If he's not snoring, how can he be asleep instead of thinking

Yang Chen looked at the strong man with interest.

A golden light flashed in Yang Chen's eyes.

Although his internal energy had been depleted overnight, at this time, it had only recovered to three or four layers. However, displaying the Eye of Breaking Illusions technique was already sufficient.

Under the blessing of ocularjutsu.

Every subtle change in the strong man's expression, every breath he took, was observed by Yang Chen.

Have a close look.

Yang Chen found that this strong man was indeed thinking seriously.

His eyes darted, Yang Chen's gaze swept over the names marked on the long table in front of the burly man.

Zhang Dapeng!

Yang Chen's eyes moved slightly.

This fellow is Zhang Dapeng.

As expected, the name suits them well.

This tall man, who looked like a long-lost brother of a powerful ox, was actually the top scorer on the imperial examination.

You really can't judge a book by its cover.

Let's see if Zhang Dapeng's answers to the questions will surprise me.

While Yang Chen was deep in thought.

In the main hall, all the contributors had slowed their writing. Many even had to put down their pens, pausing their answers to think hard.

Just then.

Zhang Dapeng's eyes flew open, his gaze sharp and piercing.

With a sweep of his thick hand, he dipped his brush and began to write.

In the blink of an eye, he was a line of writing.

This isn't over yet.

He did not hesitate for a moment, his pen flowing like dragons and snakes, forming a complete piece in one breath. It was expansive and unrestrained, as if he didn't need to think at all.

Yang Chen stood beside him, and Huang Zongheng noticed Zhang Dapeng. He whispered to Yang Chen,

"That's Zhang Dapeng."

Yang Chen smiled and nodded upon hearing this.

...Just then.

Zhang Dapeng had filled one sheet of paper and began writing on the next.

> Next.

One, two, three...

Zhang Dapeng did not linger under anyone's command for even a moment.

While other contributors are still deep in thought.

Zhang Dapeng answered at lightning speed, as if he already knew the answer.

Finally.

The twelfth sheet is full.

Huang Zongheng looked at Zhang Dapeng, thinking to himself.

Are you finished

The thought had just crossed his mind.

Zhang Dapeng's coarse voice rang out.

"No more paper."

Huang Zongheng was stunned for a moment before he could recover.

Each examinee's case file was prepared with twelve sheets of white paper.

This is to give the examinee a chance to make mistakes, and for use as a draft.

Who would have thought.

Could someone fill twelve sheets of paper and still not be finished

At this moment, the entire audience was astonished.

But he couldn't help but inwardly grumble.

Twelve pages I doubt all of it is pure wisdom. At least some of it must be filler.

Before Wong Chung-hing could speak.

The palace attendant's brows furrowed.

"Presumptuous!"

"This question tests your sincerity. You wrote so much, how much of it is filler"

"Aren't you wasting the King's time"

Zhang Dapeng, upon hearing this, was not alarmed. He showed a trace of an honest smile.

Our writing is not the judge of its quality; His Majesty the Emperor shall be our final arbiter.

"If it were truly water, then I'd have my head chopped off!"est Dragon!"Upon seeing this dragon, even a fairy's complexion changed slightly.This dragon was once the guardian beast of the spirit race.He should have perished in that battle alongside the mountain...