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

The people behind Xue Wenyu were also shocked.

"how so?"

Someone couldn't help but blurt out.

Just now, after they looked at Zhou Zhiyan's answer sheet, they quickly remembered that there was another answer sheet. Suddenly, everyone felt that the result was already out and the outcome of this written test was already decided.

However, they were still particularly curious about the first answer sheet that stood up and handed in.

Except for not using his abacus, Prince Jie was looking at the questions and writing on the paper seriously.

So what was written? Of course everyone was curious.

These dozen or so people also had some impression and familiarity with the answer.

Therefore, when they saw the familiar answers on the paper, the shock in their hearts was indescribable.

The person who was reading out the answers reacted and read out the number of the first answer loudly.

Xue Wenyu picked up the pen, and the person behind him spoke up; "That's right, that's right."

Xue Wenyu gritted his teeth and circled the first answer on the answer sheet in front of him.

The person who read the answer continued to report, and the person on this side was born again; "Right, right, absolutely correct."

As more and more answers were checked, the people behind Xue Wenyu could no longer remain calm. More than a dozen people shouted "right" and "correct" at the same time.

They were in the very center of the Wenhua Hall. Not only the officials and relatives and friends, but also the clan envoys were all there, and no one cared about anything else. Some of them impulsively stood up and went forward to see what was going on. When someone took the lead, others followed, and in an instant they surrounded the dozen or so people who were examining the papers.

On the candidate's side, a few people also stood up and wanted to go over, but when they looked at the clan leader who was still sitting in his original position, grabbing his beard and wondering what he was thinking, they had to sit back down.

Fan Puchang was originally hesitant as to whether he should go over to see, but when he saw everyone rushing over like crazy and out of control, and the clan leader not saying a word, he gritted his teeth and stood up to go over, but he couldn't squeeze in at all, and anxiously walked around the crowd.

"Hahaha, I told you, there will be no problem with our young prince." Shang Xiaohu, who was the first to come over, said excitedly while casually patting the shoulder of someone next to him. That person was a civil servant and could not bear such a slap. If people had not been crowded together, he would have sat down on the ground after being patted.

Unfortunately, everyone was so excited that no one heard his screams.

The candidates were unable to go over to see what was going on due to their identities, but just from the voices and reactions over there, they all had the answer in their hearts.

They looked at Brother Hui in disbelief, only to see that he was fiddling with an abacus out of boredom.

It was obvious that he was not very skilled at using the abacus! Why, how could that be? Everyone was thinking this. At this time, the human-shaped encirclement in the center of the hall finally opened a gap, and a clan envoy ran to the clan leader with a stack of marked answer sheets, sweating profusely; "Master,

The answer sheets have been marked. Zhou Junjie and Zhou Zhiyan's answers are all correct. Please check them.

The leader nodded, but did not reach out to take it. Instead, he signaled his men to put the answer sheet on the table.

The answer sheet at the top was that of Prince Jie. At a glance, it was full of red circles.

The crowd in the center of the hall had dispersed and returned to their original seats, but the hall was still in a state of chaos.

The head of the clan did not speak to stop them, but just watched them quietly and waited. After a long while, the hall finally quieted down. "Everyone, in this round, two of you have all the correct answers, but before we start, the rules

The winner is Zhou Junjie, who handed in his paper first. Does anyone have any objection to today's result?" the clan leader asked.

He had adjusted himself to the point where his tone of voice when he spoke wasn't so obvious as to expose his unrest.

"Sir, we have no objection." There was a uniform response.

Although everyone found this unbelievable, the questions in this competition were set by the officials themselves, and each person had a question, and they were set on the spot. Even if Prince Jie bribed the officials except himself, what about his own question? What happened? He knew best whether he was bribed or not, right?

"Prince Yan, do you have any objection?" The clan leader looked at the candidate and asked.

"The king has no objection." Zhou Zhiyan, whose heart had sunk to the bottom, responded loudly.

Now, he has personally experienced what Zhou Shuhuan felt in the first game!

One moment I thought I had won and was standing on the top of victory, but the result was so ruthless that it pushed me into the abyss!

"Since everyone agrees with the result, I declare that Zhou Junjie wins this competition. Today's competition is over, and the next one will be held in ten days." The clan leader was not surprised by Zhou Zhiyan's reaction.

"Sir, Prince Jie won again today. Could you tell us how he did it?" someone spoke.

What he proposed is actually what most people want to propose.

The head of the clan was not surprised by this. On the contrary, it would be surprising if no one else did so.

He looked at Brother Hui, "Prince Jie, you heard what Lord Tang said, what do you think?"

Brother Hui heard this and looked at the old man surnamed Tang again and smiled. "Master, do I have to answer this question?"

The clan leader shook his head; "Prince Jie decides for himself."

"In that case, I'm afraid I'll disappoint Lord Tang. I refuse to answer this question." Brother Hui looked at Tang Boze and said with a smile.

"You?" Tang Boze was so angry that he couldn't say anything.

Just now the leader of the sect wrote a document expressing his objection to the results of the comparison test, and I have also said that I have no objection. Since there is no objection, there is nothing I can do if others don't want to answer my question just now.

"Okay, that's all for today. Take care everyone and see you in ten days." The clan leader looked at Tang Boze, frowned slightly, and spoke.

Since you have no ability, just be content and stop looking for trouble. Isn't this just asking for humiliation, and you keep doing it again and again?

As soon as the clan leader finished speaking, Zhou Shuhuan's men rushed to his side, wanting to help him leave, because just looking at his expression, they knew he was just holding on.

However, Zhou Shuhuan did not appreciate it and rejected their kindness. He insisted on standing up and walking out.

Before leaving, Zhou Shuhuan's men cast a vicious glance at Brother Hui. As soon as they turned around, they met Xue Wenyu's fierce gaze. They felt guilty and left quickly.

Brother Hui watched his father and the other two stand up and walk towards the clan leader, so he quickly walked over, stood beside them, greeted the clan leader and said goodbye.

"Prince Jie, I also have a problem. Could you please calculate it for me?" The clan leader said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Xue Wenyu and the other two looked unhappy, and the one with sharp ears came closer. "Okay, Xiao Wang, take a look." Brother Hui agreed with a smile. Brother Hui watched his father and the other two get up and walk towards the leader, so he quickly walked over, stood beside them, and said hello to the leader and said goodbye.

"Prince Jie, I also have a problem. Could you please calculate it for me?" The clan leader said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Xue Wenyu and the other two looked unhappy, and those with sharp ears came closer.

"Okay, Xiao Wang, take a look." Brother Hui agreed with a smile.

After a few brief encounters, Brother Hui found the old man somewhat pleasing to the eye, so he didn't care what his intentions were.

The question on the paper was, there are 13,658 soldiers on the western border, and each soldier's daily food quota is 1.3 jin of grain. The question is, how much grain do these soldiers need to eat every day, and how much grain do they need every year...