The atmosphere in the hall was tense, and the translator held the proposal and book sent by Zhao Zhigao and looked at it carefully. He had been watching it for half an hour www.biquge.info and the beads of sweat on his forehead were dripping, but he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it. The translator was dressed in thick clothes on a cold night, but sweat soaked through his thick clothes.

Zhu Yijun glanced at the translator many times, he was already impatient to wait, would it take so long to translate a peace book of less than 1,000 words?

Chen Ju was also a little uneasy in his heart, and frequently gave Zhao Zhigao a look, hoping to get some information through his eyes. But Zhao Zhigao always looked firm, as if telling him that the Buddha could rest assured that there was absolutely no problem with the peace book.

Time passed, and everyone was silent. Zhu Yijun sat on the dragon chair, which was probably the most patient in his life.

Chen Ju found that the translator repeatedly looked at the middle lines of the book and thought: Could it be that those lines are difficult and jerky and not easy to translate? But the translators used by the emperor are the elite selected from the tens of thousands of translators in the country, and I remember that the emperor asked him to supervise the selection process. At the same time, it can be written word for word. Why did a peace book stump him now?

Suddenly, Zhu Yijun said in a deep voice: "Haven't translated it yet?" Although he was asking, it sounded like a warning, if you still can't translate well, then cut off your head.

When the translator heard the emperor ask him about the progress of the translation, his hands trembled, and he stammered: "Soon, soon." Then he buried his head lower, sweat streaming down the tip of his nose.

Chen Ju had already smelled the smell of danger, but seeing Zhao Zhigao's calm expression, he was also suspicious in his heart: Lord Zhao said that he had asked a translator to read the book before, and there was absolutely no problem, so he brought it into the palace.

But why did the translation take so long and there was no result?

Suddenly, Zhu Yijun patted the dragon case, and looked sideways slightly, he glanced at Chen Ju while looking at the translator.

The translator immediately knelt on the ground and raised the book above his head, "The emperor, the emperor, the ministers can't translate it." Then he lay on the ground, his eyes closed, and his face pale.

"What are you talking about, can't be translated?" Zhu Yijun looked at the translator angrily, this result was also something he didn't expect.

Chen Ju was even more surprised, but the selection of translators was personally supervised. Now that this person is saying this, isn't he saying that he is derelict in his duties?

Zhu Yijun looked up at Chen Ju and said coldly: "You did a good thing!"

Chen Ju was speechless, of course he knew that the selection examination he supervised did not have any water. But why couldn't this translator translate it? Could it be that he was frightened by Long Yan's photograph?

I heard Zhu Yijun say again: "Why don't you go and find another one!"

Chen Ju took the order, and this time he learned wisely and passed all the translators who passed the selection into the palace. These translators waited in line outside the main hall, waiting for Chen Ju to be summoned in the hall. Whoever is called by name will go in.

Two hours passed, and none of the translators who went in came out. In the end, there was only one translator named Han Feng left outside the door.

"Han Feng!" summoned in the hall, Han Feng quickly tidied up his clothes, bent down and stepped into the door. When he stood next to the emperor and began to translate the book with the book in his hand. His Highness knelt with a dozen translators, looking at him with the same sad and desperate eyes.

When Han Feng found that his colleagues were looking at him like this, his heart trembled for a moment, and he began to wonder. Of course, he knew the abilities of these colleagues, and if even they could not translate this peace book, then it would be difficult to understand.

But he still stubbornly snapped, and his eyes fell on the first line of the book.

Hey, it's just an ordinary peace book! Why can't my colleagues translate it?

Han Feng was very curious, but he didn't show any relaxation, thinking that there should be something difficult behind. So I glanced at it and found that there were no strange words in the whole article, so I was even more curious.

Since the whole text is very simple, let's translate it yourself. Han Feng looked at the first line again, and when he saw the middle part, he felt that his ears were roaring, his legs were trembling, and his sweat was soaked through his thick clothes like all translators, his mouth was dry, and his hands were numb.

This, this?

He couldn't believe what he was seeing, so he made sure several more times. Finally, he was sure that he was absolutely not mistaken, and he looked up at his colleagues. From their sad and desperate eyes, I saw the deep meaning, it turned out that this was an untranslatable peace book!

Because whoever translates dies!

He made the same choice as everyone else, "Your Majesty, the minister can't translate." ”

"If you can't translate it, I'll kill you!" Zhu Yijun had already thought of this result, so when he heard such words, he was not as shocked as he had been a few times before.

Han Feng knelt on the ground, "Even if the emperor kills the minister, the minister can't translate it." He knew that if he could translate it or not, he would die. Since the left and right are dead, why should he offend Long Yan?

"Then I will kill you all. Zhu Yijun looked at the translators who were kneeling neatly with His Royal Highness, and his endurance was limited.

There was no one in the hall begging for mercy, and these translators all looked at Zhao Zhigao with vicious eyes, as if they were going to die with him.

Suddenly, Han Feng said: "The minister can risk his death to try, but no matter whether the minister's translation is good or not, I implore the emperor to let the minister's colleagues go." ”

"I promise you!"

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A faint snowflake drifted outside the main hall, and a little eunuch crouched on the door and peeked inside. Suddenly, someone slapped him behind him, which scared him half to death.

When I turned around, it turned out to be a little palace maid, and hurriedly pulled her to the side, "Why are you pretending to be a ghost?"

"Has it been translated?" The little palace maid wanted to go to the crack in the door to take a look, but was stopped by the little eunuch.

"Haven't translated it yet?" The little palace maid was curious, and saw the little eunuch rubbing his thumb and forefinger, knowing that he wanted some oil and water. So he took out a piece of silver and said, "This is what Master Li Dai wants to ask, so you can take less." ”

The little eunuch put away the money and said with a smile: "For the sake of Lord Li's face, I will take half of it." ”

The little palace maid pulled the corner of his clothes and said hurriedly: "Is it translated or not?"

The little eunuch shook his head, "Hey, it's been all night, and there are more than 20 translators in it, and none of them have translated it." ”

"No, that's too wicked. The little palace maid scratched her head, wondering why they couldn't translate it, but she couldn't come up with an answer even if she racked her brains.

"Who said it wasn't, but it's so evil!" the little eunuch looked at her twice, revealing a salivating look.

The little palace maid showed a look of disgust, "I have to go, Lord Li is still waiting for news outside the palace!" she ran away, leaving a series of footprints on the snow.

The little eunuch moved his muscles, and suddenly heard Zhu Yijun's roar from the hall, "Pull Zhao Zhigao down and behead him!"