Chapter 97: True and False Champions

"Master Zhuangyuan, what do you say?" Chu Hanye asked.

"Nonsense, the lower officials have never seen this person. But the story can barely be heard. Wu Zi'an replied with a smile.

"Haven't seen it? Hehehehe, the old man is a lot old, and he has done good deeds all his life, and he has never extinguished his conscience when he practices medicine and heals. The innocent and tragic death of a loved one in the family, will the old man lie? It's only to blame that I can't recognize people clearly, and I saved a white-eyed and vicious wolf. Some of the folks here today also know the old man, and you let them comment on it. He Yuan angrily pointed at the champion Wu Zi'an and reprimanded.

The crowd began to stir and turn heads.

"Dr. He won't lie." "That's it, Daddy He is a great good man."

……

"Silence, silence." The officials on both sides sounded the law enforcement sticks in their hands as a warning.

"He Yuan, stand aside for the time being."

"Yes, lord." He Yuan was taken aside by the guards.

"The champion has good guts. Master, do you still remember the exam questions and the content of your answer sheets? How about writing it again? Chu Hanye didn't answer at all, and the guards directly took the pen and paper and handed it to the champion Wu Zi'an.

"Back to the prince's words, the wife of the lower official accidentally miscarried, and the wife suffered, how can the husband's heart be stable. These days, the lower officials are staying in front of her bed to take care of herself, last night when boiling chicken soup accidentally burned her right hand, after the imperial doctor diagnosis and treatment, need to recuperate, at least a month can not move, even the pen can not be held, can not be forced, please adults. Wu Zi'an rolled up his sleeves to reveal his right hand wrapped in a white cloth.

After everyone verified, Wu Zi'an continued: "Although the lower official can't write with a pen, the lower official remembers the exam questions and the answer sheet of the lower official at that time. Lord Wang, my lords, let me tell the officials. The title is "On the Way of Governing the Country", and the ...... of the country"

Di Qingsu praised in his heart, such a cunning man, worthy of Wang Shu to buy murder for him and do everything.

"This article is indeed very well written, majestic and practical, to the point, by the emperor himself as the champion, this is written by the blind Wu Zi'an, written with his mouth, there are criminal department Shangshu and the right capital under the supervision of the imperial envoy to write, adults also take a look."

Chu Hanye took out a few pieces of paper, which were the evidence provided by Di Qinghang during the interrogation.

Several people read carefully one by one.

"This, it's exactly the same, word for word. Both of them have memorized this article by heart, and it is catchy, ......? The envoy shook his head and glanced at Dali Temple. This case, look at this posture, the prince must be the head of Wu Zi'an, maybe it is also the emperor's intention. Di Qingsu is not only the imperial history of Zuodu, but also represents the prime minister and the criminal department. Alas, this method is indeed cruel enough, either a knife is fatal, but it is so half-dead, it depends on how Wang Shangshu ends.

Today, let's be a foil, just be a witness. The two of them tacitly watched their fighting.

Half-loud, silent all the time.

"Although the champion's hand is injured, there are always good works stored in the champion's mansion, so it is better to take a copy and compare it with the handwriting of the answer sheet when he took the exam, so that he can argue the authenticity? What do you say, Lord Wang? You can't let the champion be wronged, and you have to return his innocence. ”

Emperor Qing Su looked at Wang Shu nonchalantly.

"Lord Zuodu Yushi is right, come here, go to the Champion Mansion to get the true works of the Champion Lord." Wang Shu instructed the servants in the house.

"No need. Here is a copy of the poem, which was made by the champion when he was in his hometown of Lizhou, and the other was done by the blind Wu Zi'an when he was in his hometown of Xuezhou. This king has already asked the emperor to unseal the answer sheet to find out the copy of the champion, and you adults will compare it together. ”

Chu Hanye leaned on the back of the chair, what Su Su said was indeed right, people who were so ruthless to themselves would only be more poisonous and ruthless to others. Looking at the bandage, I'm afraid that this life is useless. Hmph, if you don't waste it, this king will also let him be abolished.

Several people watched carefully, and compared it, although Di Qingsu had already seen it, for the sake of caution, she still walked to the table to check. It didn't matter, but it surprised her.

What's going on, she has already read the answer sheet of the test, how did it become the handwriting of the champion Wu Zi'an? Is it any wonder that Wang Shu has no fear?

No one can get the tribute scroll, only the emperor's royal approval. Chu Hanye also took a lot of effort to get it out at the beginning, and it was also the emperor's decree that he could get it here today as evidence.

Who did it? Di Qingsu sat back in his chair and took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Hahahahahaha, the prince is the prince, this comparison immediately shows the authenticity, and the handwriting of this tribute scroll is clearly the champion master." Wang Shu sat down triumphantly in the seat and shouted to tell everyone.

"That's true." The right envoy muttered and returned to his seat carefully, and looked at Chu Hanye on the main seat carefully.

Chu Hanye knew that there was an accident when he saw the surprise that flashed on Di Qingsu's face, although it was not obvious on his face, the anger in his heart could be imagined. Who's hand stretched out so long can get into the tribute courtyard and steal beams and change pillars.

The other party is too smart to think of everything, and even does not hesitate to expose the chess pieces that have been lurking for many years.