shock!The tyrant's three-year-old milk group is a Xuanmen boss

Chapter 320 Has the number of meters changed? !
Li Zhong quickly ran back to Yun Lie's side and said excitedly.

"Your Majesty, this is really strange. The number counted now is actually 29 grains, one is not too many, one is not too much!"

At this time, Wuji and Concubine Qiu could not sit still.

Wuji glanced at Concubine Qiu first, then cupped his hands at Yunlie from a distance, "Your Majesty, the poor monk's divination can't be wrong, even if it is wrong, it can't be exactly the amount Situ Ming said! Please check thoroughly whether It was the prince and his party who tampered with the number of meters, and the eunuchs who counted meters are all his people?!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Jingshuo snorted in disgust.

"Master Wuji, just now you said that I was trying to cheat, and now that I have lost to our celestial master, you are going to start cheating yourself, right? It was only a few meters away, but everyone was watching in full view. If you don't believe me, call me Did they come out to check one by one?!"

At this time, a concubine stood up and pointed to the little eunuch in front of her and said.

"When the little eunuch was counting the meters just now, I was also counting. The little eunuch counted slowly and carefully, and the last count must be accurate."

Immediately, more ministers and concubines came out to report.

"Your Majesty, I also watched the little eunuch on my side count the grains."

"The same is true for the concubine!! We couldn't help counting, the total is absolutely correct!"

After such a fuss.

It turns out that every little eunuch who is a few meters away has a guarantee.

Wuji was so stunned that he was speechless, so he could only look at Situ Ming fiercely.

"What method did you use?!"

Situ Ming still had unbearable abdominal pain for some reason.

The old man slowly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then said to Wuji.

"If the question is about how much rice was in the rice bucket last night, then of course your number is correct, but the topic of this question is how much rice is in the bucket now. This old man did not make a rough estimate at all, but calculated carefully. As a result, the number of rice is 29 pieces, one grain is not too much, and one grain is not much!"

There was no sign of something that caught him.

"You still say you didn't do something wrong? Why was it 29 white 78 last night, but today is 29? Could it be that you secretly sent someone to steal rice from the rice bucket last night?"

Situ Ming smiled softly, and said with a pale face, "Master Wuji, you who don't know how to divination, how do you know the mysteries of divination numbers? This old man is also curious. If you really know how to divination, how can you only get the results of last night? The number of meters, could it be that someone told you about the number of meters?"

Wuji's face turned pale, and he said stiffly: "You're being a mess, the meter count is exactly what I said! It must be that you did something wrong while counting the meter, and you beat me up instead?"

At this time.

Everyone also noticed the debate on the high platform.

So someone asked: "Since the two masters can't settle down, let's each talk about your own thinking? How did you get the final number?"

Wuji put his hands together immediately.

"The poor monk communicated with the gods, and this number naturally came to mind."

Situ Ming stroked the three copper coins in his hand, and said slowly: "Actually, the old man coincided with the number of Master Wuji at the beginning, but during the calculation process, the old man discovered a variable, that is Zi As soon as the rats and rats passed away, the number of meters would be reduced to zero, naturally only 29 pieces remained."

Everyone seems to understand but not understand.

"Zishu? It means that the 78 missing grains of rice were eaten by mice?"

(End of this chapter)