I am a corrupt official, but they say I am a loyal minister

Conscience of heaven and earth, this is really not his fault!

Dayan's representative team hurried over and helped Jia Zheng who had fallen to the ground.

"Jia Zheng, what's the matter with you, wake up!"

"What happened?"

……

At this time, the imperial doctor came over, and after some examination and treatment, the person woke up, but looked pale and weak.

"Your Majesty, and my lords, it is precisely because of the physical discomfort caused by too much tension that Jia's blood supply is insufficient, which leads to fainting and other symptoms! It's nothing serious, just drink some water, eat something, and rest for half a day. !"

"Can we continue the competition?" Dayan and the others asked with concern.

"Although it is possible, it will affect your performance very much. The chances of winning are slim. There is no need to compete again! Therefore, I suggest that you go back and have a good rest!"

So, for the sake of Jia Zheng's body, Dayan decided to give up.

Lin Beifan easily won the next round.

In the last round, it was Lin Beifan vs. the third prince of Dayan again.

Chapter 198 You, Dayan, are too rubbish, the rubbish makes me look at you differently!

Lin Beifan's eyes were complicated: "His Royal Highness, it's our time again!"

The third prince's eyes were also complicated: "Yes, the world is unpredictable!"

Both of them couldn't help sighing.

The third prince glanced over: "Do you know what to do next?"

"Of course I know!" Lin Beifan held his head high and held his chest high: "Your Highness the Third Prince, I will never let you down! I will crush you with unparalleled strength, and prove that none of you can fight!"

The third prince's face darkened: "Lin Jijiu, almost finished!"

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I know what to do!"

While playing charades, the two began to compare pictures.

Lin Beifan started to write first, picked up the brush, and quickly rendered it on the paper, quickly forming an outline.

The third prince didn't move his pen, but secretly looked at Lin Beifan's painting from the corner of his eye.

Finding that Lin Beifan had restrained himself a lot and his writing skills were clumsy, he nodded secretly.

In this way, it was much easier for him to win against Lin Beifan, and his normal performance was enough to win.

Before Lin Beifan finished painting, he picked up a brush and splashed ink.

After all, this is painting, not writing. Painting takes time, and there is not enough time, so we must hurry up.

The empress and all the civil and military officials all paid attention to the painting of the two of them.

"Lin Jijiu's writing style seems to have become clumsy, not as smooth and smooth as before..." An old minister frowned and pointed it out.

"This situation is normal!" An old official sighed: "Whether it is writing or painting, it is extremely exhausting! Lin Jijiu has lasted for nearly two hours from just now, and even an iron man can't hold it, and his level has dropped. is normal!"

"Yeah, everyone will be tired, Lin Jijiu can last until now, it's already amazing!"

"If it wasn't for the sacrificial wine, we would have already lost a complete defeat. It is really hard to ask him for anything!"

"If you lose, you lose, it's just a game!"

……

While watching Lin Beifan's painting, the empress listened to the whispers of the officials.

My heart is full of huh, this guy will be tired?

He is a majestic master, he is very energetic, even if he fights for three days, he will not be tired!

I must have secretly collected money again!

No wonder it has been weird from just now to now!

It was so realistic, I almost believed it!

After about half a stick of incense, Lin Beifan called it a day.

Looking at his own painting, while moving his tingling arms, he shook his head and sighed: "I'm too tired today, this painting is a little out of order, maybe I'm going to lose, alas!"

"Aiqing, your performance today is impressive enough! If you lose this round, you will lose. It's no big deal. If you win tomorrow, it will be fine!" The Empress encouraged earnestly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your understanding!" Lin Beifan raised his hands.

The third prince secretly glanced at Lin Beifan's painting, with a smug smile on his face.

Based on this level of painting, he is sure to win!

So, continue to work hard.

As for Dayan, hope once again surged in his heart.

"Lin Beifan can't do it anymore, we will definitely win this time!"

"Come on, Your Highness, we will win!"

"We can do it this time!"

……

At this moment, Lin Beifan, who was already off the stage, hooked his fingers.

Zhouliu Liuxugong, start again!

In the clear sky, a huge thunderbolt suddenly appeared.

"Pi.~li"

The sound is huge.

The third prince, who was concentrating on painting, was stunned by the loud thunder.

The hand that was drawing trembled, and a huge stain appeared on the paper, which looked particularly awkward.

The third prince: "Damn!"

"It's okay, it's just an extra point, and there is still a chance to save it!"

The third prince secretly warned himself, to be calm and not impulsive, there is still time and there is still time to remedy it.

So, around the stain, he modified it with a pen.

After a while, the masterpiece resumed.

The third prince smiled triumphantly in his heart: "It's a little difficult, so it's so rare that I can't beat me?"

He looked at the time and continued to paint.

At this moment, Lin Beifan hooked his fingers again.

"Crackling"

Another thunderbolt from the clear sky!

The third prince was taken aback again, his hand trembled again, and another stain appeared on the painting.

The third prince: "I tmd..."

At this moment, the third prince has the heart to scold his mother!

The lightning did not strike in the morning and did not strike in the evening, but happened to strike randomly while he was painting. Did God have a hard time with him?

"It doesn't matter, there is still time, and there is still a chance to save!"

The third prince dipped the ink with a brush and touched up the second spot.

The time for three cups of tea came back again.

It looks a bit blemishy, ​​but nothing major.

"Haha, it's still hard for me!"

The third prince continued to write and draw.

Lin Beifan sipped his tea comfortably while licking his little finger.

"boom"

Another bolt from the blue!

The noise is louder!

The third prince had already made some mental preparations, but he was still stunned by the sound of thunder and lightning.

The hand couldn't help trembling again, and a big stain appeared.

The third prince: "You ××..."

Everyone looked up at the sky in bewilderment.

"How come there are so many thunderstorms, but it doesn't look like it's going to rain?"

"The sky is so clear that you can't even see the dark clouds!"

"This weather is really weird!"

……

While scolding his mother in his heart, the third prince used a brush to touch up the big stain.

However, this stain is too obvious, destroying the harmony of the whole painting, and no amount of retouching is very effective.

"It doesn't matter, I still draw better than Lin Beifan, and I can still win!"

He can only comfort himself like this.

Looking at the time, I found that there was not much time left.

There was a little more tension in my heart, a fine layer of sweat appeared on my face, and the speed was a little faster.

At this moment, there was another huge thunder in the sky.

However, the third prince has gotten used to it and is not affected at all.

"Hmph! The little thunder and lightning can no longer scare me!" The third prince was proud of himself.

However, at this time, a gust of evil wind suddenly hit!

Blow up the painting on the desk!

The third prince didn't check for a while, and sketched it with one stroke, drawing a long thin line that ran through the whole painting.

It's like a long and thin scar on the face, which is very ugly.

The third prince: "I @#..."

All are national curses, words that cannot be broadcast!

He really wanted to kill someone!

What sin did I do that God would treat him like this?

You say it, I'll change it!

Is there any point in torturing me like this?

As a last resort, you can only modify this thin line immediately to minimize the influence of this thin line.

At this time, the thunder in the sky sounded again.

"boom"

The third prince's hand trembled again, and there was another failure on the paper.

The third prince: "..."

Time passed by unwittingly.

At this moment, the referee said loudly: "It's time! Please stop writing, His Highness the Third Prince of Yan!"

"Wait! It will be ready soon..." The third prince said anxiously while drawing.