Daqin: Consolidate the destiny of the country and help the ancestors live forever!

"You don't believe what the widow says?"

Everyone stopped talking.

That look has already told His Majesty that they don't believe it.

But they don't dare to question His Majesty as a young bird!

Ying Zheng saw everyone's expressions and smiled jokingly.

"Come here, take this rice paper down and show it to the ministers."

The eunuch serving on the side carefully took the rice paper and took it in the direction of the ministers.

"My lords, please take a look!"

The ministers immediately rushed to surround him.

They don't believe His Majesty's words, they want to see the truth!

Xuan paper was circulated in the hands of ministers, one by one.

The ministers who had read the rice paper fell silent.

After turning around, the hall fell silent.

Then the rice paper returned to Ying Zheng's hands again.

"Is this really Jiu Gongzi's calligraphy? It's incredible!"

"This calligraphy vaguely reveals an invisible domineering, which makes people dare not look directly at it."

"The calligraphy is neat and elegant, and you can't find a trace of reverie!"

"This calligraphy should only exist in the sky, it is rare to see it in the world!"

"Who said Jiu Gongzi couldn't even write his own name?"

"Isn't this cheating?"

"If you can't write your own name, how can these words be so beautiful?"

"Hey, I was just looking at the perfect calligraphy. What was written on it? I forgot!"

"I...I don't remember either!"

"It seems to be written... a trivial matter, not worth mentioning!"

"What a big tone! This problem has troubled us for many years, is it a trivial matter?"

"My God, is it possible that the ninth son has been hiding his clumsiness, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?"

"Fortunately, we didn't place a bet. Prime Minister Feng and Daru Chun are going to be miserable!"

"Six million is really not a small amount!"

The ministers talked a lot, and they were terrified when they thought carefully!

Everyone knows that Jiu Gongzi is an ignorant dude.

But now, he can write such beautiful handwriting.

Is this still the Jiu Gongzi who can't even write his own name?

These words are much stronger than other sons.

This directly caused all the princes to write inadvertently.

A group of young men looked at each other in blank dismay.

It's over before it even started?

What are the ministers saying?

What should only exist in the sky, but rarely seen in the world? ? ?

What is this all about?

They were immediately stunned.

When a group of princes saw that the ministers were all downcast.

Some of them couldn't understand what was going on.

But this group of ministers interrupted their calligraphy performance, which made them unhappy.

Seeing the dejected appearance of these ministers now, they feel better.

As the saying goes, when one person suffers, seeing that others are fine makes one feel uncomfortable.

But when everyone suffers together, their mood is much more balanced.

Didn't you see that group of ministers reacting like they ate a dead child?

Fu Su frowned: "Father, you judged the ninth brother to win before we even started, isn't it a bit..."

Seeing Fusu's words, the other princes also complained.

"Yes, father, we haven't even started yet."

"Why do you think Brother Nine will win?"

"Our calligraphy is no worse than Brother Jiu's!"

"Father, it's not fair!"

Ying Zheng didn't talk nonsense, and asked someone to pass the rice paper to the young masters.

Facts speak louder than words, let them see for themselves.

When the young masters saw the handwriting written on the rice paper, they immediately stopped talking.

Ying Ziyan: "When did Brother Jiu have such a calligraphy level?"

Fusu: "I'm not as good as him!"

They are all people who can afford to let go.

Skills are not as good as people, and there is no excuse to refute anything.

After the young masters saw Brother Jiu's calligraphy.

They didn't even bother to write the answers to their father's questions.

Calligraphy is already lost.

Fortunately, none of them bet.

Only the factions of Brother Elder Brother and Brother Ten Emperors placed their bets.

The young masters sat there dejectedly, looking as if they had been hit.

They were all hit hard by brother Jiu's calligraphy!

illiterate?

Can't write your own name?

Still mad at a teacher?

Who spread this rumor?

This is his uncle's, this news is really misleading others! !

And Chunyu Yue's face darkened.

When he saw Jiu Gongzi's handwriting, he knew he had lost.

But he is unwilling!

Aren't these nine young masters unable to write?

Why do you write such perfect words now?

This is blatantly pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

The price of losing is 600 million yuan!

Thinking of this, Chun Yuyue felt extremely uncomfortable as if he had eaten a dead child.

Even if it is half of one person, it will cost 300 million yuan!

But he is a great Confucian, how can he get so much money.

The current plan... can only go to those students to borrow.

Anyway, he is a great Confucian, borrowed it and didn't say when he would pay it back.

In the current situation, besides borrowing, what else can I do?

Feng Quji was even worse, his heart was bleeding, his face was pale, thinking of the price of losing.

Three million yuan, his ten-year salary!

Where did he find so much money?

Thinking of this, he rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

If he had known this was the result, he shouldn't have made this bet.

I can only find a solution with Gong Ziyan.

It is impossible for him to get all of them.

If he did this, his whole family might starve to death.

Wang Li licked his lips, "Good guy!"

At the same time, he also looked at his grandfather, lamenting that Jiang is still old and hot.

He doesn't have his grandfather's vicious 24K golden eyes, what a insight!

Even before it even started, it was already guessed that Young Master Jiu would win.

Ying Zheng was sitting on the dragon chair, he was very happy today.

The technology of making rice paper was finally preserved.

It also let him know that his son can not only write.

Moreover, he can write calligraphy comparable to that of a master.

Chapter 19

It turns out that Ye'er is not a dude, not a waste.

Being able to write such elegant characters shows that a lot of effort has been put into it.

It's been hard for him all these years.

If Ye'er knew how to fight...

Thinking of this, Ying Zheng's heart was pounding.

The future prince must be the best in both civil and military skills.

But if you don't know how to fight, it's fine, just know how to manage and employ people.

It's not that he didn't think about making Fusu the crown prince, but Fusu was poisoned by Confucianism too deeply.

It is far from his idea of ​​governing the country. It would be dangerous for Fusu to manage Daqin.

Ying Zheng withdrew his thoughts and looked at Feng Quji and Chun Yuyue.

"Are you...are you willing to bet and admit defeat?"

Chun Yuyue: "I'm willing to bet and admit defeat!"

Feng Quji: "Old minister...willing to admit defeat!"

Both of them felt heartache, liver pain, and lung pain.

"Okay! Then after you go down to court, prepare to send 600 million yuan to Young Master Jiu!"

"As for how you give and how much each person gives, that's up to you."

Ying Zheng smiled all over his face. His son made 600 million yuan in one fell swoop, and he was also very happy.