The Examination Ends, Going Home

A few more days passed, and it was the last day of the examination.

Everything progressed smoothly without any unexpected issues.

The candidates had all become bolder, and when they saw many others going to the latrine, naturally they would see.

So many people took the risk, and when they really couldn't hold it anymore, they would apply to the examiners.

Therefore, the usual candidates who would solve serious problems in their cells didn't appear this year.

Fang Zheng took paper and pen and began patrolling between rows of cells again.

Today, he needed to use this day to select the list of reporters for the Six Ministries that His Majesty wanted, and then his task would be successfully completed!

After the examination ended, the examiners still needed to stay in the examination compound to grade papers.

However, Fang Zheng definitely wasn't planning to stay.

Emperor Jing had made it clear that he only had supervisory duties. Staying for a few more days was completely unnecessary, and besides, he couldn't help with grading papers anyway!

Zhang Dongxiang had received his benefit and had no reason to make things difficult for him anymore. Plus, if I slack off thoroughly enough, no one can stop me from leaving the examination compound!

As he wandered around, Fang Zheng passed by Shen Yi again.

After nine days, Shen Yi was visibly exhausted, his hair somewhat disheveled, and his spirit poor.

The heavy dark circles under his eyes showed that he basically hadn't slept much.

Even Fang Zheng, such a heartless capitalist, felt sorry for him.

The imperial examination was really too exhausting for people. When they went back, he'd have to give them a good recuperation, otherwise, if they fell ill, how could they work overtime in the future?

However, when he saw Zhang Chang in the adjacent cell, his mood quickly became beautiful again!

Shen Yi was a reporter who roamed the streets. His survival ability was several levels higher than Zhang Chang's.

Zhang Chang, being pampered, was much more miserable than him, having even lost a lot of weight.

He was biting hard on his brush handle, staring blankly at his examination paper, lost in thought. He didn't even notice when Fang Zheng approached him.

Fang Zheng leaned over to take a peek and immediately laughed.

This bastard was actually cursing him on his draft paper. What a good way to relieve stress!

Fine! You've got guts!

In the next second, Fang Zheng took out a small seal from his pocket and dipped it twice in Zhang Chang's inkstone.

With a Dang sound! A genuine excrement seal was stamped on Zhang Chang's paper.

With this stamp, Zhang Chang's whole body trembled!

He slowly raised his head, looking at Fang Zheng with a dumbfounded expression, clearly not yet realizing the seriousness of the situation.

"Minister Fang! What do you mean by this!"

Fang Zheng coldly smiled and reached out his hand, pulling out the draft paper. "What do I mean? You actually insulted an examiner on paper. That's truly intolerable!"

"But this official is magnanimous and won't quibble with you any further! Continue with your examination!"

With that, he strolled away with his hands behind his back.

Zhang Chang looked down at his exam paper in confusion, seeing the square black seal mark.

Suddenly realizing what it meant, his pupils immediately contracted! His entire body began to shake uncontrollably.......

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Finally, the examination was over.

Fang Zheng immediately packed up his belongings, preparing to escape, but was predictably stopped by Zhang Dongxiang.

The old man looked displeased, still wearing the half-finished eyeglasses used for testing, unwilling to take them off.

Just as he was about to lecture Fang Zheng, the glasses were confiscated on the spot, with the excuse that they needed to be urgently reconfigured.

Zhang Dongxiang was quite helpless, but the temptation of the glasses was too great. Since this young man absolutely refused to work and was using His Majesty's orders as a shield, he could only let him go.

On the way back, a group of reporters were still chattering about the examination questions.

Seeing their enthusiastic discussion, Fang Zheng's mouth revealed a hint of a mischievous smile.

Regardless of ancient or modern times, discussing answers after an exam was inevitable.

If there were no surprises, soon some people would have dejected faces!

Fang Zheng was feeling mischievously amused, secretly observing the reporters with his peripheral vision.

Sure enough, as he expected, after a short discussion, several people's faces turned gray.

Fang Zheng almost laughed out loud. The mindset of poor students was fully on display!

Seeing that most people were mentally defeated, Fang Zheng took the initiative to comfort them. "Everyone, don't be discouraged! Passing or failing is normal!"

"Just think of it as having had some fun! In three years, when you get another chance to take the exam, you might not even want to go!"

"Today when we get back, I'll treat you all to a good meal! Rest well, because tomorrow you'll need to go out for interviews again."

"Although you're not in official positions, the citizens of the capital can't do without you!"

"Don't you agree?"

"Yes..." the reporters responded listlessly.

Fang Zheng was quite helpless, seeing that they were indeed too tired. The motivational speech wasn't getting through.

By the time they reached the newspaper office, Xie Xian had already arranged for people to prepare a sumptuous dinner.

The tormented reporters abandoned their pretenses and gathered at the table to feast heartily.

Fang Zheng was also pleased seeing them eat with such relish.

After chatting casually with everyone, he didn't linger at the newspaper office and rode back home.

After returning home, a strong sense of fatigue suddenly surged up.

It wasn't physical fatigue, but mental fatigue. Boredom was undoubtedly a form of torture.

Fang Zheng even felt that supervising the examination was more tiring than robbery. If nothing else, it completely lacked that sense of joy from achievement!

Fortunately, Xiao Tao greeted him skillfully when he returned home, helping him take off his outer clothes and guiding him to the bathroom.

Hot water had already been prepared in the bathroom. As soon as he stepped into the tub, all the fatigue could be set aside.

Leaning against the edge of the tub, Fang Zheng let out a long breath, narrowing his eyes to slowly enjoy the process of releasing fatigue.

Before long, his mind began to drift.

In a state between dreams and wakefulness, the bathroom door was quietly pushed open... a snow-white jade foot wearing a silver chain gently stepped in...

Luo Ningxin was wearing a thin, gauzy outfit, her wonderful figure vaguely visible.

She held onto the bathroom door with one hand, nervously peering inside.

The bathroom was misty, with only a large bathtub in the center, where Fang Zheng's silhouette was faintly visible.

Luo Ningxin lightly bit her lip and continued to push the door open, carefully walking inside with a towel clutched in her hand.

Her heart was pounding.... This was her first time sneaking a peek at a man bathing!

Fang Zheng had just returned home from the examination compound and must be very tired. This was her chance to show herself!

Sister Chun was right, when a woman pursues a man, it's as thin as a gauze. She needed to be more proactive!

Otherwise, wouldn't she be a servant's servant's servant for her entire life?!

I don't want to be a servant! I want to be a concubine!

Luo Ningxin kept encouraging herself in her heart as she moved her lotus feet slowly, inching toward Fang Zheng's back.

Fang Zheng was now lying back, a towel covering his face, completely motionless.

Luo Ningxin bit her lower lip, trying several times to reach out and touch Fang Zheng but always retreating.

Although she had been in the pleasure house for a long time, she had always maintained her dignity and had never been in such close contact with a man.

She had plenty of theory but no practical experience.

What if he pulled her into the tub? Would he beat her like some of the perverted men in the pleasure house who beat women?

She'd heard from many sisters that some men who looked refined actually liked to be rough, beating women until they were covered in bruises... You may know a person's face but not their heart...

No! It doesn't matter! I don't want to be a servant for my entire life!

Having made up her mind!

A slender, delicate white jade hand rested on Fang Zheng's shoulder.......