Mirage Tiger Armguard

"This year, quite a few Martial Examination candidates have come. It'll be a tiring job." Lu Gang folded his arms. "Deep grass hides thick swarms of insects; great forests have many birds. Young people are hot-blooded, and trouble is bound to break out. Better be careful. Don't forget what happened to Junior Brother back then."

"How did Senior Brother know?"

"Last night during the Lantern Festival, I heard plenty of young people on the streets with accents, all different. They hadn't been around during the Sky Shipping Auction."

Everyone suddenly realized.

Growing up in Southern Zhili had one great advantage: the local accent was the official tongue.

Even if there were slight differences, a little study would make one speak quite properly. Whenever they went to major places, they never needed to worry about people easily seeing through their origins.

Xu Zishuai rubbed his hands. "I was just worrying about having no ship to take us back. What perfect timing—when you're sleepy, someone brings you a pillow."

"When does this year's Martial Examination begin?" Hu Qi asked.

Liang Qu shook the booklet in his hand. "The twenty-sixth day of the Second Month. The preliminary selection starts in another ten days and closes after three. It doesn't say exactly how many people there are; we'll have to wait for the Ministry of Rites to compile the roster. Until then, there's nothing to do."

"Since there's nothing to do, why not set off the fireworks we bought last night first?" Cao Rang suggested.

"Set them off, set them off! Afterward, let's stroll around Fengnian Street again tonight!"

The Imperial Capital was enormous. There were dozens of famous streets alone, and they could not possibly finish visiting them all in one night.

The festivities lasted until midnight.

Liang Qu stopped Long E Ying