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

Shang Xiaohu felt very uncomfortable being stared at by the two men, but he was still unconvinced. He sat up straight and muttered quietly, "What if I teach you a lesson?"

Xue Wenyu and Fan Puchang ignored him and thought, who wouldn't want this to happen again?

But how can a person be so greedy and irrational?

What that woman did for Brother Hui was very, very good. It was more than enough.

Brother Hui looked at what the three people on his father's side were talking about, but looking at their expressions, Brother Hui knew that his father and grandfather were ready to accept the result of defeat.

As for General Shang, he seemed to have confidence in him. Looking at the abacus on the table in front of him, Brother Hui couldn't help but wonder if the chief was

He must be my mother's man, otherwise how could it be such a coincidence? He was capable of it in the first game, and in the second game, it's him again.

Or maybe my mother is a fortune teller who has the ability to predict the future.

Or maybe my mother arranged for my great-grandfather to secretly poison the clan leader's family to force him to compromise and cooperate?

Although he knew that his mother had a kind heart, Brother Hui felt that it was possible that she could do such a thing.

As for my great-grandfather, he would listen to whatever my mother said.

Even if he disagrees, he will still do it.

The reason why Brother Hui made such an assumption was not because he thought his mother was despicable and shameless in order to achieve her goals.

My mother once said that we should not be too rigid in our dealings with others and should act according to the circumstances.

For example, if my mother really poisoned the clan leader's family and the clan leader did not compromise, my mother would not really retaliate against them or poison them to death.

It must be the kind of medicine that looks like poisoning but will not cause harm to people.

There is a saying that medicine is three parts poison, but my mother said that poison can save lives if used correctly.

In Youcheng, his mother taught him abacus, but she also taught him something even better than abacus.

Yes, quick calculation!

I remember my mother told me at the time that there was another faster method of calculation, called mental abacus, but she said that the child was not suitable for it and that she would only teach him when he was older.

After a while, the envoys had hung several questions posed by the ministers on a wooden rack, facing the candidates.

Shang Xiaohu stared at Brother Hui with great anticipation, but soon lost his composure.

When others looked at the questions on the paper, they all started using the abacus and calculating silently, but Brother Hui moved the abacus to a corner of the table.

Then, he looked at the question on the paper for a while, then picked up the pen and dipped it in ink to write something on the paper.

Those who saw Brother Hui's actions understood that he did not know how to use abacus and was calculating with a pen! This was fine, as the clan leader did not explicitly stipulate that an abacus must be used.

As long as the answer is correct, it's fine.

Brother Hui looked at the questions in front of him and became a little disappointed after finishing just a few of them.

This is the question set by the ministers in the court. What is their mentality? Do they think the candidates for the new emperor are mentally retarded? Or are they afraid of offending people, so they deliberately lower the difficulty level?

These questions are simply incomparable to the ones my mother gave me when I was in Youcheng.

It's like an adult holding two pears and asking a child, "Baby, which of these two pears is bigger?"

Damn, it seems that I had too high expectations of them! Brother Hui sighed in his heart, and his previous interest in waiting for the challenge faded away.

Xue Wenyu and Fan Puchang immediately noticed the disappointment on the child's face. They both couldn't help but worry about the child. The first victory was too high-profile, and if they lost this time, the gap would be too big, and the child might find it hard to accept it.

What the two of them are thinking about now is not the outcome of the game for the child, but only worry and anxiety in their hearts.

As the child's grandfather, when Fan Puchang knew that his grandson was still alive, he just wanted the child to grow up safely, get married, have children, and live a peaceful and stable life.

But he also knew very well that due to the special nature of the child's identity, his idea was simply unrealistic.

Xue Wenyu and Fan Puchang actually both felt that it was quite remarkable that the child could face it calmly and bravely walk in and sit here.

"Is the young prince copying questions?" Someone nearby whispered.

Inside the hall, the beads on the abacus suddenly creaked very crisply, but judging from the movements and speed of moving the beads, even the two men who were about the same age as Brother Hui were able to do it in a similar way.

Among the eleven candidates, only the abacus on Brother Hui's desk was idle, like a decoration.

The two candidates sitting on both sides of Brother Hui didn't even bother to look at what he was writing. They were concentrating on using their abacus to calculate the questions posed by the officials.

Oh, this question is pretty good! Brother Hui finally solved a question that he was quite satisfied with. He would go back and tell his father about it and check which minister came up with this question to see what kind of person he is.

People who dare to ask difficult questions at this time are not necessarily upright. They may be psychologically twisted as the mother said.

The rules of this competition state that the person who has solved all the questions must stand up, hand the answers to the clan leader, and then ring a copper bell on the clan leader's desk to be considered to have handed in the paper successfully.

Since the beginning of the competition, the leader's eyes fell on Brother Hui several times.

Then, the old man couldn't understand. The child was so calm, but the abacus was useless, and he seemed to be disgusted with something. So, what was he writing on the paper? Was he really copying questions?

After the last competition, the literati in the capital went to the gate of the Prince's Mansion to see this young prince who had made a big splash.

Although they didn't see it in person, the Prince's Mansion actually gave them a letter written by the Prince.

It’s limited, only ten tickets are given away every day.

Some people started queuing before dawn, then they went at midnight, and later, as more and more people came, they started queuing as soon as it got dark.

The clan leader was not sure which one would win the new throne in the end, but what he was sure of was that the reputation of this young prince was growing.

In recent days, the garrison commander of the Bingmasi said that more and more scholars have come to Beijing.

Needless to say, he heard the news and came from far away.

This is what writing is all about. It’s just the beginning, but it can have such a shocking impact.

Is this boy really as lucky as some ministers say? Is he just good at writing?

There are rumors everywhere in the capital that the calligraphy was taught by the Crown Prince's wife, but it has not been confirmed and no one knows whether it is true or not!

Someone asked the governor Mu, but he was very resistant to this question, with a very unpleasant look on his face, and did not respond at all.

It was also heard that the daughter of Magistrate Mu went to the Prince's Mansion when it was dark. Not only did she not enter, but Xue Wenyu's men also ordered people to pour water to wash the ground outside. Mu Jinyi fled in shame and anger.

Thinking of this, the clan leader raised his eyes and glanced at the officials, just in time to see that Governor Mu was distracted and had no idea what he was thinking about.

Bite, if Prince Jie really takes the throne, the families of Governor Mu and Marquis Xue will be completely ruined and will never have a chance to turn things around!

Inside the Wenhua Hall, everyone listened to the clacking sounds of abacus, anticipating that it would take some time before someone would stand up to hand in their papers, so they drank tea out of boredom.

But at this moment, someone snorted.

So he looked over and saw that some of the candidates had already stood up and were walking towards the clan leader with papers in their hands.

“Why is it him?”

Xue Wenyu was also surprised when he saw the person who walked to the side of the sect leader.

Fan Puchang was a little uneasy. Even if the child couldn't do it, at least he could just sit there and wait.

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There is no possibility of recovery!

Inside the Wenhua Hall, everyone listened to the clacking sounds of abacus, anticipating that it would take some time before someone would stand up to hand in their papers, so they drank tea out of boredom.

But at this moment, someone snorted.

So he looked over and saw that some of the candidates had already stood up and were walking towards the clan leader with papers in their hands.

"Why is it him?" Xue Wenyu was also surprised when he saw the man approaching the leader. Fan Puchang was a little uneasy. Even if this kid couldn't do it, at least he was sitting there waiting.

Just sit there, after submitting the answer, you are not allowed to leave the palace directly, you still have to go back to your original position and wait for the result...