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Chapter 168 of 354

C56 Part3

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After many days of preparations, the day of the Literary Test of the Competition was held as scheduled, and the venue was in the Wuying Hall.

Before the starting time had come, thirty-six talented men who participated in the Recruitment Competition were all waiting outside the Hall, standing in twos and threes, chatting together.

Some were wearing beautiful robes;

some had handsome appearances;

some had outstanding brains;

some were born with arrogant eyes and disdain to chat with others;

some were humorous and chattering;

some were warm and gentle like a beautiful tree;

and some were graceful and delicate as the wind...

In short, with the best appearances, the greatest talents, the highest level of martial arts, and the best temperaments, all the best celebrities and young talented men of the Country had gathered there.

As the starting time came, Murong Ci and He Guang, the Minister of the Ministry of Etiquette and Rituals, showed up from inside the Hall.

The servants opened the door of the Hall and led the talented young men inside.

The Hall was spacious, and the waiters had already placed thirty-six low desks in advance, and the young men were seated, excitedly waiting for the test questions to be issued.

As soon as Murong Ci and He Guang had a seat, in front of them, the assistants from left and right started distributing the test questions.

Reading the two test questions on the white paper, the young talents reacted differently:

some frowned, some exhaled, some smiled confidently, some were nervous...and so on.

At this moment, the insider's announcement came from outside the Hall:.

"The Royal King, Prince Regent is here!"

Murong Ci was startled, suddenly raised her head and looked out-

'What is he doing here?

Why didn't he go to his Study Room to review the memorial books as usual and came here to join "the fun"?

Was it not fun enough for him, to just wait for the results?

He's really everywhere!'

The other day, Princess Zhaohua made such a fuss in the Qingyuan Hall.

And of course, Murong Ci heard of it.

It's just that Murong Ci couldn't believe that he would have stayed so half-hearted and indifferent towards Zhaohua, resolutely pushing her away!

However, at the same time, she also understood that his resolute refusal for Zhaohua, was to prevent her from falling for him even deeper, and being stuck in it.

After all, being irresolute when a decision should be taken would have been the worst and deadliest thing to do in such a situation.

As the sound of everyone in the Hall standing up to greet him was heard, Murong Yu stepped forward, draped in the dazzling sunlight, as if he had stepped into a magnificent bright world, where everything was magnificent.

Wearing a purple and golden crown, a black and golden embroidered python robe, his posture was arrogant and superb.

Wherever his eyes glanced at, there was silence.

For some reason, Murong Ci felt that even though today's Murong Yu was clearly wearing his usual robe, he was a bit more majestic and domineering than usual...?

This handsome man, standing in front of everyone, was a bit more solemn than usual, and from his gaze, she could tell he looked a little irritated.

Overall he forced a terrifying and majestic aura.

He Guang, the Minister of the Ministry of Etiquettes and Rituals, and the other thirty-six young talents all bowed in worship,

"Greetings, the Prince Regent."

Murong Ci, on the other hand, sat leisurely, staring at him.

The thirty-six young talents who participated in the Literary Test all bowed their heads respectfully.

The people there could either prostrate themselves in the dust, deeply worshipping him and full of awe;

or could hold their breath looking up at him, feeling that staring at him was an offense to God.

She licked her lips playfully,

'Why should anyone be so scared of him?

Does Murong Yu have three heads and six arms, or something?

Is he a murderous killer?

Or is he some sort of god from the nine heavens, to whom one should pay respect and prostrate oneself in the dust like this?'

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END of CHAPTER 56 PART 3

.....................to be continued