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

Others were a little surprised. Since he could write such amazing words at such a young age, it was a pity that he lacked the quality!

After all, he is just a child. He doesn't know what magnanimity is at a time like this!

"Okay." Zhou Shuhuan sneered, reached out to add a little water to the inkstone, then picked up the ink block and started grinding ink.

Brother Hui guessed that he didn't care what others thought. His mother said that if a tiger doesn't show its power, others will think it is a sick cat.

Yesterday there was Tang Boze, and today there is this one.

If we tolerate this incident generously, similar incidents will happen again and again in the future. Do we have to endure it?

It would be better to follow their wishes and respond to them with my own abilities. This will also teach others a lesson and stop bullying Xiao Wang because he is young.

Brother Hui immediately looked happy, sat down, and looked at the man grinding ink very seriously.

You can question my handwriting, Xiao Wang, and even ask me to write it again in front of you. Aren't you just looking for trouble? Then why can't I, Xiao Wang, let you do a little whistle? It's fair to have give and take.

Brother Hui remembers clearly that his mother once said, "When you can no longer bear it, you don't need to bear it!"

The effect of killing the chicken to make the monkey yesterday was not very good, so I have to do it again today. Of course, the force cannot be too small, otherwise it will be in vain.

"It can be used now." Zhou Shuhuan stopped and said coldly.

"Thank you, Uncle Wang." Brother Hui thanked him politely, picked up the pen with one hand, and with the other hand rolled up the sleeve of the pen, he dipped the pen slowly and politely into the ink, but his mouth was not idle; "Oh my God, after all, it was Uncle Wang who ground the ink. I understand that the skill of grinding ink is that the faster the ink, the thicker it is, and the slower the ink, the finer it is. The thicker the ink, the finer the ink. Uncle Wang, am I right?"

Brother Hui's innocent expression and surprised tone made Zhou Shuhuan feel uneasy and he didn't want to respond at all.

Not far away, Zhou Shuhuan's three relatives and friends all had gloomy faces, but in this situation, they couldn't do anything.

Prince Ning's grandson is so mean!

Are you sure? Prince Ning was a gentle and modest man, and his son Zhou Yian was also a scholar who didn't like to compete with others. How come this grandson has such a character? Could it be caused by the environment he grew up in?

The three of them couldn't help but look at Xue Wenyu again to see what you taught him!

Xue Wenyu felt very depressed when he received the accusatory look. It was not his fault that the child was like this. It was really unfair!

Brother Hui had not finished yet. Before he put pen to paper, he spoke again, "Uncle Wang, please look carefully. I am about to start writing. Don't wait and do it again. Writing is very tiring and takes a lot of energy!" These words were said in a childish tone. But to Zhou Shuhuan's ears, they sounded like needles.

Seeing Uncle Wang's forbearing expression, Brother Hui put away his playful mood and started writing seriously.

This time he only wrote four sentences, using a different font for each sentence. The four sentences used Ou style, Yan style, Liu style and Zhao style respectively.

The moment Brother Hui put pen to paper, Zhou Shuhuan knew he was wrong and shouldn't have questioned him!

There was no trace of childishness in the boy's body at this moment. His every move showed his calmness and sophistication, and his writing was as smooth as flowing water. Just by looking at his movements, Zhou Shuhuan felt like a mountain pressing down on him. The powerful and forceful words on the paper also made him feel suffocated.

"My nephew has shown his poor performance. Is Uncle Wang satisfied?" After writing four sentences, Brother Hui put down his pen, looked up and asked with a smile.

Zhou Shuhuan's face turned pale and he said nothing. He reached out to pick up the words that Hui Ge had just written, turned around and left. However, he did not go back to his seat, but went straight out of the hall door.

His back looked so dejected that Hui couldn't help but ask himself if he had gone too far!

Everyone in the hall followed his gaze until he disappeared from view. Then his three relatives and friends reacted, hurriedly stood up, greeted the clan leader apologetically, and quickly chased after him.

One of them reached the door but stopped, turned around and glanced at Xue Wenyu.

"It's really funny. You're not as skilled as others, but you still don't accept it?" Shang Xiaohu said with contempt.

Zhou Shuhuan and his group left, and everyone turned their attention to the three people on Xue Wenyu's side.

Fan Puchang pretended to be calm, Shang Xiaohu was very proud, but no one knew what Xue Wenyu was thinking.

"My Lords, the result of today's written test has been seen by everyone. Prince Jie has such an accomplishment in calligraphy at such a young age, which shows that there are many talented people among the descendants of the Zhou clan. This is a blessing for our country. I will record it in the Imperial Clan Hall later.

The second round, still a written test, is scheduled for half a month later.

Now I declare that today's written test is officially over, everyone please go back. "The head of the clan looked at the new king candidates sitting awkwardly, and couldn't bear it any longer, so he quickly announced the end.

When he announced the end, Zhou Shuhuan, who had just walked out of the palace and sat in the sedan chair, unfolded the calligraphy in his hand again. After reading it word by word, he suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes. The chest that had been depressed for a long time could no longer be suppressed. A mouthful of bloody red blood spurted out. The whole calligraphy scroll was like a red plum blossom in full bloom in the cold winter.

The attendant beside the sedan smelled a bloody odor, pushed aside the curtain and took a look, and was so frightened that his legs went limp.

It was Zhou Shuhuan's adviser who reacted quickly. He immediately lowered the curtain of the sedan chair and whispered to them not to panic and to return home quickly.

This wasn't a case of poisoning caused by a conspiracy, but rather a major blow and stimulation.

We can't let others see this and give us something to talk about.

Besides, inside the Wenhua Hall, everyone around Brother Hui stood up and walked out, and no one paid any attention to him.

But Xue Wenyu was not as idle as Hui Ge. Before those ministers left, some of them would

Some people even bowed to him and said, "Prince Xue, you are really amazing. I admire you so much."

Whether it was a smile and nod, or a joke, to Xue Wenyu at this moment, it all sounded like ridicule.

"Father, let's go too. It's almost noon." Brother Hui walked up to Xue Wenyu, searched his sleeves nervously and said.

Go home quickly, your mother will help you there.

Xue Wenyu lowered his head and looked at Brother Hui, but he didn't know what to say to the child or what to ask.

"Let's talk about it when we get back." Fan Puchang, who was standing by, saw that there were still some people paying attention to this side, so he started to remind them.

"Free time." Xue Wenyu responded, walked up to the clan leader, greeted him and walked out, and Brother Hui also followed and greeted the clan leader.

The leader smiled and nodded, but said nothing. In fact, he didn't know what to say.

Because this child today was so shocking and unexpected.

When leaving the palace, Xue Wenyu and his group were silent, and Lin Chuan, Luo Yi and others who were waiting outside didn't dare to ask what had happened.

Why do all those civil and military officials have that expression when they come out?

Brother Hui was sitting in the carriage. He wanted to take the initiative to explain to his father several times, but when he looked up at his father's sullen face, he was so scared that he quickly gave up the idea.

Why do all those civil and military officials have that expression when they come out?

Brother Hui was sitting in the carriage. He wanted to take the initiative to explain to his father several times, but when he looked up at his father's sullen face, he was so scared that he quickly gave up the idea.

The carriage stopped outside the mansion. As soon as Xue Wenyu Hui got off the carriage, he saw Mu Yingbao coming towards him with a smile.

There was a soft chair by the door, and in front of the chair was a small square table with melon seeds, tea and snacks on it, and a pile of melon seed shells on the ground.

"What's wrong? Why are you all so serious? Is Brother Hui's performance not good? What does it matter? This round doesn't decide the outcome." Mu Yingbao stepped forward and touched Brother Hui's shoulder, saying with a smile.

Xue Wenyu stared into her eyes expressionlessly, "Brother Hui, how did you do today? You woman, don't you know what's going on?"