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

"What? Prince Jie? No way?"

“Is this a mistake?”

"How is it possible?" The Wenhua Hall suddenly became noisy with everyone expressing disbelief and doubt.

The clan leader watched with a smile but said nothing, with no intention of stopping it.

At this moment, Fan Puchang came to his senses and looked at Xue Wenyu with questioning eyes. He wanted to ask him why he kept it a secret even from him? Why didn't he trust him?

But looking at Xue Wenyu's expression, Fan Puchang felt that he didn't seem to be so reflexive.

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Besides, everyone around was looking at me, so it was not convenient to ask anything.

"Oh my God, did you hear that? It's our brother Hui. No, it's Prince Jie. Oh my God, Brother Wenyu, you are really awesome. You are so patient." Shang Xiaohu was not as calm and steady as Fan Puchang. He excitedly reached out and patted Xue Wenyu.

Xue Wenyu didn't know how to describe his feelings at this moment. He wanted to say that he was also kept in the dark, but if he said it now, would anyone believe him?

"Master, can we take a look at that calligraphy?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"Of course." After the leader of the sect finished speaking, he gestured to an emissary beside him. The emissary stepped forward to take the scroll. Lord Tang handed it to him swiftly. Emma, ​​it finally left his hands.

In order to avoid confusion, the envoy walked slowly in front of the ministers holding the scroll.

Brother Hui was also a little uncomfortable at this time. Although the ministers' eyes were all on the words he wrote, the looks from the royal family members around him really made him uncomfortable. There were doubts, resentments, and other things that he couldn't describe.

Brother Hui noticed that among the ten people, only one did not look at him and was still sitting upright. That was Zhou Shuhuan, who was a generation older than him.

Brother Hui remembered that his father had told him that this person had a profound knowledge of calligraphy, but today he did not get a single silk flower. This was a huge blow to him. I am sorry, I want to seek justice for my father and mother. Since I have made the decision to come back and fight for this position, I will of course do my best. Brother Hui looked at the stiff back and said in his heart.

Thinking of this, Brother Hui sat straighter, ignoring all the attention from those around him.

The scroll with words came to Xue Wenyu's side. The envoy holding the words was originally going to keep walking forward, but unexpectedly Fan Puchang stretched out his hand to signal him to stop.

The envoy wanted to make a joke with him. It was your own grandson's handwriting. Do you need to look at it as carefully as those people? What's the meaning? People don't believe it and have doubts. You, as a grandfather, are just praising him!

Fan Puchang looked at the words in front of him and felt his heart almost jump out of his chest. Such neat, flowing, sharp and flying words, such a font he had never seen before, were actually written by his grandson?

He was so excited that he wanted to reach out and touch the words on the scroll, but the envoy smiled at him apologetically and continued walking forward.

Fan Puchang's eyes followed the figure of the clan envoy, but his remaining rationality prevented him from getting up and following him.

Brother Hui's words finally reached the Xinjun candidate. After reading them, the other candidates' reluctance turned into disbelief, and their doubts turned into reluctance!

When the envoy arrived in front of Zhou Shuhuan, he wanted to quicken his pace out of sympathy, but then he thought, that wouldn't work, he had to let this man see carefully and be convinced.

Zhou Shuhuan looked at the words in front of him, his eyes widened in vain. Impossible, how could this be possible? He was 45 years old, and he had started learning calligraphy when he was a few years old. After he became an adult, he would travel far and wide every year to visit famous masters from all over the country. How could he not have seen this kind of font?

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Moreover, this is just a child under ten years old, how can he write such powerful, graceful and penetrating words?

The envoy looked at the man's expression and felt very sympathetic. Through what happened today, he finally realized what it meant to be unable to judge a book by its cover.

What's the point of this guy practicing hard for more than 40 years? He was defeated by a child less than ten years old, and it was such a miserable defeat!

Although Zong Shi felt sympathy, he still hardened his heart and continued to move forward.

In fact, at this moment, the eyes of the people in the hall were also following the steps of the clan envoy. Seeing Zhou Shuhuan's reaction, some expressed sympathy, while others laughed in their hearts.

Suddenly, everyone saw Zhou Shuhuan suddenly stand up, turn around and look at Brother Hui, then walk towards him.

"What is he going to do?" Shang Xiaohu was anxious. He stood up and was about to rush over, but was stopped by someone. He turned around and saw Xue Wenyu shaking his head at him.

Well, that old guy wouldn’t dare to do anything to Brother Hui in public, Shang Xiaohu comforted himself and sat down.

Brother Hui watched Zhou Shuhuan walk towards him, not knowing what to do.

"Did you really write that?" Zhou Shuhuan asked in a cold tone.

When Brother Hui heard this, he slowly stood up and said, "That's right, I wonder if Uncle Wang has any advice for me?"

"Can you write it again in front of me?" Zhou Shuhuan's tone became more stiff. "Uncle Wang wants to see it?" Brother Hui asked without fear. Zhou Shuhuan didn't expect that the child would be so courageous. He frowned and nodded. "I'm sorry, Uncle Wang Shiran is a generation older, but in today's competition, the people of the Imperial Clan Hall have the final say. If Uncle Wang wants to see it in person, please tell the clan leader. If he agrees, Junjie, I will write it right away." Brother Hui responded neither servile nor arrogant.

Brother Hui's reaction shocked the people around him. Oh my god, how dare he talk to Uncle Wang like this?

Zhou Shuhuan looked at Hui Ge's fearless eyes, nodded again, turned around and said loudly to the clan leader not far away; "Master clan leader, I have objections and want to see him write it again, is that possible?2"

The clan leader was far away, but he heard Brother Hui's words clearly. He glanced at Xue Wenyi again, then turned to look at Zhou Shuhuan; "If King Jie Xi agrees, I have no objection.

The leader was very smart and responded like this.

"Did you hear that?" Zhou Shuhuan no longer cared about the clan leader's attitude and looked at Brother Hui and asked

"Well, it's better to obey than to be respectful. After all, you are Uncle Wang." Brother Hui spread his hands, a little

Said helplessly.

Zhou Shuhuan was so angry when he saw him like this. He knew that it was better to obey than to be respectful. He knew that he was the uncle, so why did he say that he had to obey the chief?

"Oh, the ink has solidified a little." Brother Hui picked up the pen, dipped it in the inkstone, and muttered.

Because he saw Zhou Shuhuan walking towards Hui Ge's envoy out of the corner of his eye, and received a hint from the clan leader, he was afraid of trouble so he hurried back to Hui Ge. Upon hearing this, he reached out to add water to the inkstone, but was stopped by Hui Ge.

"Uncle Wang, I have heard of your great name for a long time. You have been practicing calligraphy since you were young. I believe there must be some tricks to grinding good ink. Could you please let me see it?" Brother Hui looked up and asked innocently.

Hearing him say this, no one around thought that he was just childishly naive. Instead, they felt that the young prince was going a little too far. Even Fan Puchang frowned. Only Shang Xiaohu thought that this was how it should be.

After hearing this, Xue Wenyu rubbed his hands vigorously with his fists. This is the saying that people get redder when they are around red people, and they get blacker when they are around black people. When facing people who make him uncomfortable, he never shows mercy...