Jian Ling was very upset at this time and refused to give up and said, "Remembering is one thing, understanding is another thing. Who can't memorize it by rote? There must be someone in the academy that can never forget it even more than you..."

Zhao Rong was a little interested, "Who? Otherwise, if you say a name, I'll go and have a chance."

"Get out, don't argue. I mean that learning chess should be the same as practicing. It's useless to just be able to memorize. You have to understand and practice."

Zhao Rong smiled. My sword spirit is still so stubborn.

"I didn't expect you to say such wisdom. It seems that the chess power of Gui Dajian Ling is not simple." Zhao Rong nodded and said with interest: "Why do we have the next game and ask me for advice?"

“………”

Gui heard his extremely confident laughter and said nothing.

The last time it played chess was the last time, and the next time it played chess, there shouldn't be the next time.

Seeing that Jian Ling kept silent, Zhao Rong smiled, but did not mention it again, and continued to write chess and play scores.

The content of this chess game in "Xuanxuan Lu" is almost twice as high as that of "Forget Worry and Qingle". However, this time, Zhao Rong, who had a certain understanding of the chess, only took half an hour to memorize it, and after understanding it all, he composed it all.

Zhao Rong took a leisurely sip of tea and started the next book.

The sword spirit looked at it speechlessly, unable to help but wonder.

It really wanted to ask if this "chicken blood" was so awesome, or if he was too stupid before.

In the second half of the night, at four o'clock in the hour of Yin, Zhao Rong read all the chess scores and finished the scores.

Two hours will achieve the expected ten days of learning, and the effect will be even better.

Zhao Rong tapped a thick stack of chess scores on the table with two fingers and sighed softly.

Not tired, but...

"It's not satisfying."

At the table, Zhao Rong muttered, sorted out the chess scores and put them all away.

He stood up with his hands on the table and looked around the room with bright eyes, without any fatigue, but rather a state of being energetic and unable to vent. Even if anyone looked at him now, he had to shrink his neck and couldn't help but wonder, "I'm so energetic that I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, I'm going to be a thief?"

Zhao Rong suddenly left the desk, ran out and took out the broom and other tools, cleaned the house, and couldn't help but tidy up the desk and bookshelf, tidied it up.

Although he was already gentle enough, the sound of the sound still woke up the sleeping Xiao Qian'er.

On the bed, Xiao Qianer in the quilt stood up in a daze, her head half poked out of the bed curtain, and she looked at the scene inside the house with sleepy eyes...

"Um... Brother Rong'er is sweeping the floor and cleaning the table to do... doing housework?" She rubbed her eyes again and nodded in a daze, "Well, dreaming... it must be in a dream... Um~"

The girl turned over and buried her head in her sleep.

On the other side, as puzzled as Xiao Qian'er, there is still home.

It couldn't help but ask: "Zhao Rong, are you so idle? Don't you review anymore?"

Zhao Rong wiped his hands, "I can't stand obsessive-compulsive disorder. I really can't stand it and there is dust. I'd better clean the house. Qian'er and the others may come to live often in the future. This yard should not be withdrawn in the short term and always needs to be cleaned up. By the way, I have to clean the yard outside later. Haha, life lies in exercise."

Gui's mouth twitched, and he was really not used to the sword master who was so self-disciplined and did not delay. Although he was already quite self-disciplined, it was absolutely useless to sweep the yard in the middle of the night.

It asked puzzledly: "Are you finished reviewing chess? Just review it once?"

Zhao Rong smiled confidently, "What about that?"

"Oh, then you are so awesome. After studying for two hours, you are already a national chess player, right?"

Guli

Zhao Rong shook his head: "It only takes one to learn these chess scores. It does not mean that I have understood all the mysteries and can stand shoulder to shoulder with the predecessors who wrote chess scores. This time, I have learned almost the ultimate I can achieve in the short term. If I learn it repeatedly, it will be useless to open the book."

This is his terrifying learning efficiency now.

"Hey, I understand that, I have some understanding. Your state is the same as when I first climbed the mountain. I just need to learn the Tao and Dharma and the Heart Decision once. It is meaningless to learn more."

Zhao Rong:………

You can't let me pretend alone, right?

Although he didn't believe it, Zhao Rong nodded and grabbed the broom and bowed it. He looked very well. "I didn't expect it to be you, you, who have been looking back for a long time."

"Young Master Zhao is not bad, he is not bad at all, he is disrespectful."

The two of them blew up business together.

Gui frowned slightly and asked, "You are so idle... By the way, which one do you want to take today?"

Zhao Rong downplayed the words "the meaning of the scriptures."

Gui didn't continue to ask. According to its observation, this should be one of Zhao Rong's best abilities. In the past, he often stayed up late to study the twelve serious Confucian classics, and often went to Mr. Yan to give advice. The audience members were familiar with the meaning of the scriptures. Later, he prevented him from being "defiled" by these knowledge and went to bed.

Jian Ling thought about it and asked curiously: "What about the other courses?"

Zhao Rong couldn't help but put down his work and asked, "Why do I think you are more anxious than me in the exam? Why don't you take the exam?"

Hearing his suggestion, Jian Ling's old face turned slightly red and snorted coldly, "Didn't you ever make a bet with that guy named Wu Heliang? The bet doesn't matter, but I just can't stand his villain's proud face. If you dare to lose, it is recommended to find a piece of tofu to kill him. Don't be the master of the sword, and lose my face."

When Zhao Rong heard this, he felt quite warm. His Jian Ling said something ugly, but he still cared about him and his interests.

However, he had a bet with Wu Peiliang before, and Zhao Rong took the initiative to conclude the overall score of the big test.

If he loses, he will give Wu Peiliang the assistant to the Book Arts Class, who can always be close to Mr. Zhu, and also give Wu Peiliang all the well water from Zhengguanjing to drink.

When Zhao Rong won, Wu Peiliang had to admit his mistake and punish him with his own words "六" and then he would bring his own letter to Zhao Rong to see it. This actually contains the nature of being insulted, because this is to admit that the letter to Shu Tong is indeed written better than that of him, Wu Pei...

Zhao Rong almost forgot whether to mention this bet or not. On the one hand, he was busy these days, but on the other hand, he really didn't take it much to heart.

Zhao Rong apologized and said, "Well, I'm sorry, I'm worried. However, the bet with this brother Wu, ha, can you still trust me?"

He smiled and narrowed his eyes.

Jian Ling nodded gently, "That's the best. If you step on him hard on the face, you will be sissy!"

Zhao Rong nodded helplessly.

He said in a relaxed tone, "Two exams a day, in the morning and afternoon, for three consecutive days. There is no hurry to review the other courses. I will go to school to study tomorrow night, and I will read the book. Hey, it's almost dawn, and the house is suffocating. I will go to practice in the morning and buy breakfast for Qian'er later. This little delicious ghost is probably staying in bed..."

After cleaning up the house and yard, Zhao Rong was still energetic, as if he couldn't rest for a moment. He changed into a practice uniform that could "eat" sweat, and ran out of the door in a flash.

It seems that buying delicious food for my lovely second lady is more important than the upcoming Six Arts and Sciences assessment.

Not long.

The east is white and it is dawn.

On the bed, a girl with peach-eyed eyes woke up from her beautiful dream. She closed her eyes and stretched her waist, muttered "Brother Rong'er" in her mouth, and touched the empty bed beside her with her little hand.

"Where's the guy, have you gone to class?"

Then she opened her eyes and soon found something was wrong...

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Chapter completed!