Shang Xiaohu was very uncomfortable by the two of them, but he was still not convinced, and muttered quietly as he sat upright; "What if it's taught."

Xue Wenyu and Fan Puchang no longer paid attention to him, thinking, who doesn't want this kind of thing to happen again! ‘

But how can you be so greedy and irrational?

The woman did a good job with Brother Hui, it was already very good, it was enough.

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

As for the little general Shang, he seems to have quite confidence in him.

Looking at the abacus on the table in front of him, Brother Hui couldn't help but wonder, is that sect head a mother's person, otherwise how could it be so coincidental? The first one was what he would, and the second one, ahem, turned out to be again.

Or is it that the mother is a divine operator, with the power of unpredictable prophets?

Or is it possible that his mother arranged for his great-grandfather to secretly poison the family of the head of the sect to coerce him to compromise and cooperate?

Although he knew that his mother was kind-hearted, but this kind of thing, Brother Hui felt that it was possible for his mother to do it.

And the great-grandfather, he listened to whatever his mother said.

Even if he doesn't agree, he'll do it.

The reason why Brother Hui assumed and conjectured like this was not that he felt that his mother was despicable and shameless in order to achieve her goals.

My mother said that you can't be too rigid in dealing with people, it depends on the situation.

For example, if the mother really poisoned the family of the sect leader, but the sect leader did not compromise, the mother would not really retaliate against the family and really poison the family.

It must be the kind of medicine that looks like the symptom is poisoning, but it does not cause harm to people.

Although there is a saying that medicine is three parts poison, my mother said that using the right poison can save people.

In the ghost city, his mother taught him abacus, but his mother also taught him a quick arithmetic that is more bullish than abacus!

I remember that my mother said at the time that there was another fast algorithm, called mental arithmetic, but my mother said that the child was not suitable and said that she would not teach him until he grew up.

After a while, the envoys had already hung a few questions from the ministers on wooden shelves, facing the candidates.

Shang Xiaohu stared at Brother Hui expectantly, but he soon became calm.

When others read the questions on the paper, they all began to plan the plate, crackling and calculating, but Brother Hui moved the abacus to the corner of the table.

Then, looking at the question on the paper, after a short while, he took a pen and dipped it in ink to write something on the paper.

Those who can see Brother Hui's actions can see that he doesn't know how to calculate, he is calculating with a pen! That's fine, and the head of the sect didn't explicitly stipulate that the abacus must be used.

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

Brother Hui looked at the previous questions, and was a little disappointed after just doing a few questions.

This is the question of the ministers of the DPRK and China, what kind of mentality do they have, do they regard the candidates for the new monarchy as mentally retarded? Or is it for fear of offending people, so he deliberately lowered the difficulty so low?

These questions can't be compared with those given by my mother when I was in a ghost city.

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

Hey, it looks like I expect too much from them! Brother Hui sighed in his heart, and the previous interest in waiting for the challenge faded.

Xue Wenyu and Fan Puchang immediately noticed the loss on the child's face, and both of them couldn't help but worry about the child, the first victory was too high-profile, and if this defeat was too big, the gap was too big, and the child might be difficult to accept.

What the two of them are thinking about now is not the result of the child's win or loss this time, and they are distressed in addition to worry.

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

But he also knows best that due to the particularity of the child's identity, his ideas are simply unrealistic.

Xue Wenyu and Fan Puchang actually felt that this kid could face it calmly and bravely walk in and sit here, which was already quite outstanding.

"Could it be that the little prince is copying the question?" Someone on the side whispered.

In the hall, the beads of the abacus crackled very crisply, but looking at the action of moving the beads, and the speed, even the two of them were the same age as Brother Hui, and they also looked the same.

Of the eleven candidates, only the abacus on Brother Hui's desk was idle, as if it was an ornament.

The two candidates sitting on either side of Brother Hui couldn't see what he was writing at all, and they were engrossed in pulling the abacus and calculating the questions from hundreds of officials.

Oh, this question is okay! Brother Hui finally achieved a question that he felt he was quite satisfied with, and when he went back, he wanted to tell his father about it, find out which minister came up with this question, and see how his character was.

At this time, people who dare to ask difficult questions are not necessarily upright, and maybe it is the kind of psychological distortion that their mother said.

This time, the rules of this competition say, get up after calculating all the questions, hand over the answers to the head of the sect, and then strike a copper bell on the table of the head of the sect, and then the paper is considered successful.

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

Then, the old man couldn't understand it, the kid was so calm, the abacus was useless, but he seemed to dislike something, so what did he write on the paper? Are you really copying questions?

After the last competition, the literati and writers in the capital went to the gate of the county king's mansion to see this blockbuster little county king.

Although they didn't see it, the county king's mansion actually gave them the words written by the county king.

There is also a limited amount, and ten tickets will be given away every day.

Some people go to wait in line before dawn, and then they go in the middle of the night, and then because there are more and more people, they go to wait in line as soon as it gets dark.

He didn't know for sure who the new monarch would be in the end, but what he could be sure of was that the reputation of this little county king was getting bigger and bigger.

In recent days, the garrison of the Terracotta Division said that more and more scholars have entered Beijing.

Needless to say, it was heard and came from afar.

This is writing, just the beginning, and it has written such a shocking influence.

Is this son really as some ministers say, lucky? Just good at writing?

There are rumors everywhere in the capital that the word was taught by Mrs. Shizi, but it has not been confirmed, and I don't know if it is true or not!

Someone asked the Mu Taishou, but the Mu Taishou was very resistant to this question, his face was very ugly, and he didn't respond at all.

I also heard that Mu Taishou's daughter went to the county king's mansion when it was dark, and no one went in to say it, Xue Wenyu's subordinates also ordered someone to splash water to wash the ground outside, and Mu Jin fled in shame.

Thinking of this, the sect leader raised his eyes and glanced at the hundred officials, just in time to see that Mu Taishou didn't know what he was thinking, and he was already distracted.

Hey, if it is really King Jiejun on the throne, this Mu Taishou and Na Xue Hou Ye will be completely abolished and there will be no possibility of turning over!

In the Wenhua Palace, everyone listened to the crackling sound of the abacus, and it was expected that it would take a while for someone to get up and hand in the papers, so they were bored and drank tea.

But at this moment, someone snorted.

So when he looked up, he saw that someone on the candidate's side had already stood up and walked towards the head of the sect with a piece of paper.

"How is he?"

Xue Wenyu looked at the person who walked to the side of the sect leader, and he was also surprised in his heart.

And Fan Pu is often a little uncalm, this kid, even if he can't do it, just sit there and wait, anyway, after handing in the answer, he didn't leave the palace directly, he still had to go back to his original position and sit and wait for the result...... Read the latest chapters, stay tuned