Making the Wrong Abacus

"The whole night?" Zhang Ronghua was surprised."

Ding Yi did not want to admit it, but this was the truth. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he could not take it anymore and nodded guiltily.

"It's you!"

Seeing the officials passing by, they looked over curiously.

"Let's go!" Zhang Ronghua shouted.

After entering the Vermillion Bird Gate, he walked towards the Scholar's Hall. It was not time yet. The Ministry of Official Personnel Affairs had just opened its doors, and not everyone was there yet. He would go over later.

His footsteps were slow and casual.

He arrived at the Scholar Hall and entered the Book Collection Hall.

The door of the hall was wide open, and Lü Xiu Xiu was cleaning the place. When he saw them, he put down his broom and quickly walked up to them. He bowed and said,""Greetings, Milord!"

"You are now a Grand Scholar, the master of the Hall of Scholars. Unlike before, you have to pay attention to your status."