Chapter 400: Bing List Dominates the Charts

Then they left in an orderly manner, and Fang Zi Lun watched her retreating back, stop her? He didn't have the guts, to say that when he went back? He didn't dare either.

Is being an official in the court already this difficult? He wants to farm.

"Dean, where are we going?" Jia Chuan looked outside the carriage; this isn't the way back to the capital.

Jiang Yunchu looked at the several children, "Putting on a show, doing the whole routine—what are we up to? Going to the manor to hunt and relax."

The three youths exchanged a glance; they now have some psychological shadow at the word 'manor,' as if every time they go to the manor, nothing good ever happens.

Ning Jing, the imperial palace.

"Nonsense!" The Ning Emperor, face dark, listened to Fang Zi Lun's report and slammed the table.

Fang Zi Lun remained completely still, even his breathing much lighter, for fear of drawing fire upon himself.

Princess Consort, please calm down; lately in the imperial palace, everyone is in dire straits.

"Is that what she said?" The Ning Emperor looked toward Fang Zi Lun again.

Fang Zi Lun felt somewhat weary of life; this is already the third time you've asked, "Yes!"

The Ning Emperor sighed, "Release the news externally: the Regent's Consort went hunting at the manor, was seized by bandits, but the encirclement and suppression were timely, and the Princess Consort emerged unharmed."

What can be done?

One's own child, just dote on them!

Fang Zi Lun's mouth twitched, "Yes!"

After Fang Zi Lun left, the Ning Emperor stared at the weapons and provisions ledger, his face as black as ink.

Compared to this time, the weapons of Mingbang Academy are merely a petty witch seeing a great witch.

Weapon workshop……

This truly gave me, the emperor, a tremendous surprise!

At court, unpredictable and mysterious, with alarms rising, all factions stir at the slightest rumor, everyone feeling insecure.

"The Bing List has been posted!"

"Dong——"

"The Bing List has been posted!"

"Dong——"

The List Announcer, standing beside the list, struck the copper gong in his hand; whenever he appeared, he was full of joy.

A youth in white robes, holding a brush, quickly recorded something.

"Huh?"

He was looking from back to front—who told him his grades were always either last or second-to-last!

He had merely looked through the top thirty, yet still hadn't found a familiar name.

Until the twenty-third, he found a name—it was actually Kang Wen?

Kang Wen?

Han Wen Jun rubbed his eyes, unable to believe it, staring—each time it was either Zhang Xiao San or himself; how did Kang Wen manage this exam?

In a moment, he quickly wrote down Kang Wen's name, then recorded the rank.

But the more he wrote, the more something felt off, looking at the top six……

Did he even write a hammer?

First, Ning Hanmo.

Second, Kang Wu.

Third, Kang Zhi Chun.

Fourth, Ning Qiancheng.

Fifth, Kang Nai Xin.

Sixth, Kang Ziwei.

After a gap, then came Kang Zhiqiu.

……

He only wrote the names for the top six, then, taking advantage of the fact that not many people were around yet, he hurriedly slipped out from underneath.

Now shouting for silver money is no longer effective.

Mainly because Zhang Xiao San has shouted too many times, nobody believes him anymore.

"Back?" Seeing Han Wen Jun return, everyone gathered around.

"The Bing List, occupying the top six?" Kang Mengxian looked at the list Han Wen Jun had copied back, his eyes widening in surprise.

"How many?" Ningguang also asked.

"Replying to Mr. Ningguang, the top six." Han Wen Jun hurriedly answered.

"Goodness! Top six? You've swept the list!" Qing feng walked in from outside; he had already known the list yesterday, and early this morning he rushed over, looking at this bunch of little monsters—judging by their growth rate, soon he won't be able to teach them.

"Mister Qing feng." The twelve little ones each bowed.

"Get up, your institute has too many rules; otherwise, who wouldn't want to go to Qing feng Academy?" Qing Feng Da Ru laughed heartily, a picture of kindness.

This bunch of little rascals, he cherishes every one of them.

When will his Qing feng Institute also get a few? No, no, no—even just one would do.

"Mister Qing feng, Qing feng Academy apparently doesn't admit female students." Kang Nai Xin coldly reminded.

Qing Feng Da Ru choked directly, "I was just joking; you don't need to take it so seriously."

Knowing you admire your dean, I also didn't mean to harm her!

"Mister Qing feng, Qing feng Academy has explicitly stated it won't accept us few spoiled rich brats, so we shouldn't let Qing feng Academy lose face." Jia Chuan looked at Qing Feng Da Ru, eyes as black as ink, one hand behind his back, standing upright, the air of a gentleman already beginning to show.

……

Well, well, well, you're waiting here?

At this moment, several children of the Kang Clan gave a hehe laugh, "Hey, we're all family here, we can't leave."

Qing Feng Da Ru looked at them, these several heartless children, he had come over so early with eager eyes; for whom was he doing this?

Each one would just poke his trachea!

"Ha ha——" Kang Mengxian laughed from the side; Qing Feng Da Ru's disposition over these years has become more and more like a child's, and now it's actually the children who are talking sense back to him—rare.

"Alright, Yun chu? She had someone pass a message yesterday, telling me to come over today." Qing Feng Da Ru looked toward the Ningguang household.

She lives here, so she should know.

"Inside the room."

The three scholars glanced at each other, then went together to the house of Ningguang Yuan.

"I called everyone today to discuss the little ones' plans for the next year." The children's grades, she had already looked at them yesterday, and she also had new plans for their studies next year; the material in the textbooks, they already have the ability to study on their own.

Don't look at Kang Wen's regression this time—he came in last place, but he is actually making progress; it's just that the other children are too hardworking, improving too fast.

Last time Kang Wen was 29th, this time he is 23rd, and with many people squeezed out, his performance counts as steady improvement.

"Do you have any arrangements for next year?" Ningguang asked.

Usually, when Yun chu asks in advance, there are some plans to arrange.

Jiang Yunchu nodded, "Next year I will take them to the barracks."

His words fell, Qing feng jumped up directly, "Nonsense!"

"Jiang Yunchu, how old are they just now? The two youngest are only seven, seven years old!"

"Do you know what being seven means? They are still children."

Kang Mengxian and Ningguang didn't speak, but they also rarely showed a look of disapproval.

"Yes, seven years old—other people's children at seven are just starting the Ding Bang exams, but they have already taken first place in the Bing Bang."

"Don't you think they are too outstanding?"

"If they continue in this comfortable circle, how much room for improvement do they have?"

"Rather than waste time, let them go out and explore."

Jiang Yunchu rubbed her brow; she had been thinking for two days, and even after the children finished their exams, she had been wondering how to place them so as not to waste their efforts nor their own talent.