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

As the time for the written test drew closer, everyone's attention was focused on the door.

I was late on the first day because of feeding the cranes. Haha, that would be interesting.

With half a quarter of an hour left before the test was to start, which is about seven or eight minutes in modern times, Brother Hui and his companions entered the Wenhua Hall.

As soon as they entered the hall, several people felt the gazes being cast from all directions.

Fan Puchang and Xue Wenyu secretly gritted their teeth, Shang Xiaohu seemed indifferent, and Brother Hui didn't care at all.

After entering the hall, he greeted the clan leader, then clasped his fists and greeted the two clan members.

With sarcasm.

"Everyone, now that everyone is here, let me tell you the content of today's literary test. It's very simple. You just need to recite a page of the Book of Songs. There is no limit to the font, and the time is one incense stick. If you have no objection, please take a seat and get ready." The clan leader spoke.

It is really very simple, but it is a bit difficult for Prince Jie, right? When everyone heard the words of the clan leader, they all looked at Brother Hui.

Xue Wenyu clenched his fists under his sleeves. Are these people doing this on purpose?

The young eunuch walked to the seat he had drawn and sat down.

After I sat down and looked up, I found that there were still many people looking at me.

In the Wenhua Hall, the desk for the literary examination was placed right in the front, with the civil and military officials and people from the Imperial Ancestral Hall sitting on the left and right sides respectively.

In order to avoid suspicion of cheating, the clan leader ordered someone to lead each contestant to check the tables and confirm that there were only the four treasures of the study on the tables and nothing else.

After sitting down, Xue Wenyu and Fan Puchang both understood in their hearts that although they had prepared themselves mentally to face it together with Brother Hui, when they really sat here, they found that the reality might be more cruel than expected.

Look at the expressions of these people. They don’t care at all about whose handwriting is the best. Instead, they are waiting to see Brother Hui and to see themselves and the merchants make a fool of themselves.

Fan Puchang felt even more pressured. He was a famous Confucian scholar, but now his grandson was going to be embarrassed in public, and he was powerless to do anything!

The candidates other than Brother Hui and the ministers were all speechless when they saw Brother Hui, who was not panicked at all but rather had a hint of excitement. Where did this kid get his confidence from? Could it be that he had been with that wild and untamed woman for too long and didn't know her depth?

The clan leader started talking, and an old man lit a stick of incense and inserted it into the incense burner in the middle.

Xue Wenyu and the other two were sitting in a position where they couldn't see Brother Hui, so they had to move to the right. But if they did that, it would affect other people's sight and make them look uncalm.

Therefore, Xue Wenyu and Fan Puchang had no choice but to sit still and watch the situation of the selectors.

Look, whether it's Zhou Xinghua, who is a little older, or Zhou Yunhao and Zhou Yunfeng, who are just a little older than Hui Ge, they are all calm and composed. Some of them are grinding ink while thinking about what to write.

Some have already picked up their pens and are writing.

Man is the spirit of all things, and his whole body is dominated by his mind. When the mind reaches a certain level, it becomes morality when it is contained. When it is manifested, it becomes talent. When it is cultivated, it becomes achievement. When it is established, it becomes integrity. When it is expressed, it becomes writing. When it is transformed, it becomes handwriting.

Just as everyone's face is different, everyone's heart is also different. When a person's inner thoughts are transformed into handwriting, they are expressed in various different ways.

Therefore, even if the same font is used to write the same content, the works will have their own style and temperament.

Someone has commented long ago that people who are prudish and stubborn will have the disadvantage of being restrained in their calligraphy.

&nbssp;A person who is sloppy will have his calligraphy not in accordance with the rules. A person who is indecisive will have his calligraphy not in accordance with the rules.

Become sluggish and awkward.

If a writer understands his own shortcomings, he will not be trapped by them.

If a writer relies on his or her own strengths, he or she will be limited by complacency.

Therefore, literati like to judge a person based on his or her calligraphy works.

The first part of this written test is calligraphy. It sounds simple, but it actually has a special meaning.

The purpose of this calligraphy competition is not to eliminate anyone in the first round, but to let everyone present have an understanding of each contestant. A different understanding than usual.

Xue Wenyu's position angle is wrong, but others have the right angle.

Therefore, anyone who had the right angle and could clearly see Prince Jie would keep their eyes on him after taking a quick look around.

Oh? Seeing him start writing at such a young age.

Judging from the way he sat and the way he picked up the pen and put it down, it looked quite realistic.

Looking at the half-smiley expressions of some people, Xue Wenyu forced himself not to pass the tea and salt in his hand over.

Is this the minister of the dynasty? How could someone who could laugh at a child under ten years old be qualified to serve in the court for so many years?

Unable to hold back, Shang Xiaohu quickly moved his body, glanced at Brother Hui, and quickly sat back down, whispering to Xue Wenyu, "It looks pretty good."

Xue Wenyu looked at him and said nothing.

I thought to myself, you, a military commander, think it's good after just one look? How do you mean good? Do you mean Brother Hui is writing calmly?

He has been with that woman for several years. Apart from anything else, he is actually quite good in that he is not stage-frightened in such occasions.

At this moment, Brother Hui didn't think about how others would see him, nor did he think about what kind of evaluation his handwriting would get. He only knew to write.

My mother once said that an elder named Liu said, "If the heart is right, the pen will be right."

If you have too many distracting thoughts in your mind, you will not be able to write well.

The time for refining incense is about two quarters of an hour, which is about half an hour in modern times.

In fact, when the incense was only halfway burned, several people had finished writing and put down their pens. After all, they were members of the royal family, so those who finished writing first still sat upright, without looking at what others were writing, let alone looking at their own people and ministers on both sides.

Shang Xiaohu saw that several people had put down their pens. He became anxious and moved his body to look at Brother Hui, and saw that he had also put down his pen.

"Brother Wenyu, we have finished writing it." He whispered to Xue Wenyu.

No matter how low the voice was, the people who were close to him could still hear it. "Brother Wenyu, we've finished writing it too." He whispered to Xue Wenyu.

No matter how low the sound is, people who are closer to you can still hear it.

Hearing this, he slightly pulled his mouth back, thinking that this wasn't a competition of who was faster, what was there to be excited about?

Xue Wenyu also remained silent, and he did not feel relieved at all knowing that Brother Hui had finished writing.

After waiting for a while, all eleven candidates finally finished writing. The clan leader asked everyone to wait for a moment until the ink had dried, and then he personally stepped forward to collect the papers.

When he walked to Brother Hui and reached out to take the words on the table, his old eyes suddenly widened and his hands froze. Was this written by this child? Was this written by Prince Jie?

"Look at the leader's expression." Most of the people on both sides saw it, and someone blurted out