Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 746 Who is stronger, the emperor or the saint?
In this regard, I am not worried at all, and calmly waited for the emperor to speak.The emperor walked away for a while in doubt, nodded and said: "Okay, I order you to write that word now, and if I mispronounce it, I won't blame Ting Lu any more."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" I was waiting for this moment, and immediately responded happily.

"Hmph, what if my reading is correct?" The emperor squinted at me.I kowtowed squarely. "That proves that the emperor is smarter than the sage, and he is a generation of wise kings. Naturally, such a sage king of a country would not be angry with such a trivial matter as us. Otherwise, it would appear a bit petty. You say so, Your Majesty!" I said The flattery is loud enough!I said proudly.

The emperor raised his brows and looked at me more and more. After a while, he slightly raised his hand and said, "Prepare your pen and ink."

It seems that the emperor decided to take a gamble with me.After a while, the maid cleared a space for the table in the middle of the gazebo, prepared pens, ink, paper and inkstone, etc., and quietly retreated to the side.

Ting Lu and I stood up following the emperor's gesture. We had been kneeling for a long time just now, not to mention holding the child in our arms, when we stood up for the first time, we felt a sharp pain in our knees.I handed the child to Ting Lu and started to move my wrist.

Pressing the knuckles of the fingers, and then shaking his hands, the preparatory work was done very well.

From Ting Lu's point of view, she seriously suspected that I was delaying time, and looked at me worriedly.When I picked up the pen, Yinti and Chang Anqi stretched their necks, wanting to see what super-difficult character I could write.

I held the pen in my hand, took a deep breath, and wrote a rather beautiful italic character on the fine rice paper.Then put the pen aside, gently dried the ink on the paper, and solemnly handed over the paper and folded it, then turned to the emperor who was looking at the scenery opposite and saluted, "Your Majesty, Mulan has finished writing."

Yinti and Chang An didn't see clearly what I wrote, so Qi looked at the emperor, waiting for him to unfold the paper.

The emperor gave me a meaningful look, walked back to the table without saying anything.

I seem to be able to guess what the emperor is thinking at the moment, and I must be thinking about how to deal with me if he reads correctly.I smiled confidently.

When the emperor unfolded the paper, he asked faintly: "Are you sure I will read it wrong?" I replied with no more certainty: "It is absolutely true."

(End of this chapter)