Buddhist Miracle Doctor: The Dark Prince, Can't Get Rid of Him

The appreciation of the silk flowers continued. Because of the words of the head of the clan, the ministers who came up later moved faster than the ministers who came up earlier.

In addition to speed, the ministers at the back were also very different from those at the front.

That is, they skipped the first few words and stopped at the place where everyone had stopped before. Then, in order to show that they were serious, they had to turn back again, as if they had read everything, and then returned to the place where they had stopped before and put the silk flower in the vase.

The new presidential candidates, as well as their relatives and friends, would have stood up and gone to the wooden frame to see what was going on if they were not afraid of affecting their image.

How could this happen? Why did this happen? Except for Brother Hui and Zhou Shuhuan, the other nine people were filled with anger, anxiety, and regret.

Is my handwriting so bad? Not even as bad as a silk flower? If I had known this would happen, I would have worked harder to practice my handwriting.

Although practicing calligraphy is boring, look at how impressive that person is now.

Even if this round is not decisive for the selection of the new king, but this kind of almost exaggerated recognition, this honor, who doesn't want to get it!

The evaluation was coming to an end, but the people in the Wenhua Hall were not as agitated as before. The result was basically as everyone had guessed. In front of the wooden shelf, there were ten empty vases and five vases filled with silk flowers.

The five vases filled with silk flowers were neatly arranged in front and back; they belonged to the same calligraphy piece.

Although the relatives are unwilling now, they also understand that such an exaggerated result is definitely not something that the owner of the calligraphy can control.

The writing is so good that they have nothing to say.

After watching the last minister put the silk flower in his hand into the vase and leave, the clan leader stood up and walked over, glancing around as he walked over.

Although it seemed like a casual glance, Xue Wenyu felt something was wrong. He didn't know if he was overthinking it, but why did he always feel that the leader's glance contained something?

"Everyone, you must be surprised to see this situation, right? To be honest, I am just as surprised as you are. Now, I would like to ask the three adults to come forward and remove the paper covering the name of the writer, so that we can see which king will get all the silk flowers." After the head of the clan said this, he saw that the ministers sitting below were all eager to try.

The leader did not speak immediately, but looked at these people while stroking his gray and white beard.

I wonder what the scene will be like when the mystery is revealed. It is really unexpected!

The head of the clan randomly selected three people to come forward, one was the Minister of Justice Li Jiecheng, one was the Minister of Works Tang Boze, and the other was the Minister of Revenue Shui Zijun.

Watching the three people walking towards the wooden frame, Shang Xiaohu took advantage of everyone's attention being on the wooden frame and kicked Xue Wenyu with his foot.

Xue Wenyu turned his head and saw Shang Xiaohu winking at him. He followed his gaze and saw

It turned out that Brother Hui was leaning over and looking at me.

Caress.

He is lucky today. No matter who wrote the calligraphy, the child will not suffer a cruel blow.

Seeing his father's response, Brother Hui sat quietly and sighed silently in his heart. How should he face his father when the answer is revealed?

The three adults who were called had already walked to the wooden rack. They stretched out their hands almost at the same time, but suddenly felt that it was inappropriate, so they withdrew their hands.

"Master Li, please."

"Master Tang, come here."

"Lord Shui, please."

After some humility, Tang Boze excitedly stretched out his hand, took down the calligraphy, and with trembling fingers he lifted the paper covering it.

"Zhou Yi Jun Jie." He read out the name in a low voice.

"Zhou Junjie?" After realizing what was happening, Tang Boze repeated it again in disbelief, and moved the scroll in his hand closer to his eyes, fearing that he had seen it wrong.

However, those three words were correct and there was no mistake about them. It was indeed Zhou Junjie.

"How could it be him?" Tang Boze muttered to himself.

Who is wrong? Why that child?

The other two adults were also surprised. When they voted, they were all thinking about Zhou Shuhuan!

"Okay, three adults, please tell everyone the names you saw." The clan leader saw the reactions of the three people and urged them.

Tang Boze, who was standing by the wooden frame, reached out and handed the letter in his hand to Lord Li. He didn't want to read out the name.

However, Lord Li not only did not reach out to take the calligraphy, but he also stepped aside as if afraid of blocking his view.

Tang Boze wanted to hand it to Lord Shui again, but he didn't expect that after seeing Lord Li's reaction, Lord Shui immediately made a judgment in his mind and quickly moved to the other side.

In fact, it was just reading out the name, no big deal. However, regardless of whether Lord Tang did this because he was afraid that the person he chose would be unhappy, or because he was still upset about the fact that he had failed to embarrass Prince Jie the day before and instead lost face, Lord Li and Lord Shui had no intention of helping him. Whoever took down the calligraphy should, of course, announce it.

It's not that these two gentlemen are not righteous, they just think that Lord Tang's actions are unnecessary. If it is because of what happened the day before, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing to do this in front of all the officials now?

If he was afraid that the person he chose would be unhappy, then this was too much of an exaggeration. You can just read it out loud, what's the problem?

It was the clan leader who asked you to come up and announce it. It was just the name of a person who performed well in the first competition. But once the name was read out, some important event would be decided.

What's more, this Jie Jun Wang actually won a grand slam today, that's because his calligraphy is really recognized by everyone, that's his ability, it's not because you, Lord Tang, helped cheat, so why are you so nervous?

Because the two masters Li and Shui had stepped aside, Tang Boze was now holding the scroll with both hands. For the first time, he felt what it meant to be in a difficult position. If he had known that this would be the outcome, why had he been so eager to come forward?

The clan leader was pointing at the three people in the front, and he was among them.

At this point, he had no way out, so he gritted his teeth and pretended to be calm and said, "The one who got all the silk flowers in this competition is Prince Jie, Zhou Junjie."

He gritted his teeth and announced the name, but there was complete silence in the Wenhua Hall.

Heir? Could it be that he was too nervous and his voice was too soft, so they didn't hear him clearly? So Tang Boze cleared his throat and repeated it again, this time with a much higher pitch.

Ye, Dingdang, Li Na, all kinds of sounds were heard in the Wenhua Hall at once.

Someone just drank a sip of tea because he was thirsty, and it came out after he swallowed it.

Some people accidentally dropped the tea salt on the table while playing with it, and some people were shocked and put the teapot in the wrong place, pouring it out.

Xue Wenyu was the one who listened to the result calmly, drank a sip of tea but didn't swallow it, and spit it out...