With the status of King Ji, he naturally did not have to worry about the dispute between the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Households. He said straight to the point: "In this competition, it is really difficult to say who will lose and who will win. After all, it is a bit of a chicken-and-duck competition. If it is a purely military competition, Qin Feng He is definitely no match for Ning Hu."
As soon as these words came out, Ning Qingquan was overjoyed and sighed in his heart: "As expected of the old prince, he is indeed fair!"
Ning Hu, who had been looking depressed all the time, suddenly regained his ashes in his eyes, wishing he could kneel down and kowtow to Prince Ji right now.
Qin Tianhu's heart skipped a beat.
Although King Ji said that he would not deliberately harm Qin Feng, he obviously agreed more with the Hubu's rhetoric. Once Qin Feng was judged to have lost, all his efforts would be in vain.
Looking at Qin Feng with his legs crossed and chewing melon seeds in the distance, he looked like he was "not concerned with his own business". Qin Tianhu was so angry that he almost spit out two ounces of blood on the spot.
Just when everyone thought that King Ji would judge Ning Hu to win, King Ji changed the subject.
"You seem to have overlooked the bet itself. This is not a competition between gentlemen, but an out-and-out gambling game. Since it is a gambling game, all the rules should be explained in advance. Since you do not explain it, it is equivalent to acquiescence. Fighting with wits and martial arts Rules. Even if Qin Feng is really opportunistic, it still complies with the rules of this gamble."
"Secondly, although Qin Feng won twice with the help of cleverness, both the pry bars and the ropes were built under your noses. It was cleverness rather than trickery. The adults of the Ministry of Finance once said that with With Qin Feng's methods, even a three-year-old child can defeat Ning Hu. Doesn't this further prove that Qin Feng's clever skills are universal and practical?"
"The adults from the Ministry of Industry are here, so they naturally understand the principle of the pry bar. I wonder if you adults can build a pry bar in the forest farm to pry up the three-legged tripod?"
Faced with Prince Ji's inquiry, the Ministry of Industry did not dare to hesitate, and quickly sent a servant to stand up and answer: "Back to the old prince, the principle of the pry bar is not complicated, but the problem is that the tripod itself is too heavy and must be carefully calculated. Only then can the tripod be pried with appropriate strength. In addition, the strength of the pry bar itself is also troublesome."
"When ordinary wood is lengthened to a certain extent, it will be unable to bear its own weight. Let alone levering up the three-legged cauldron, I am afraid it will be directly crushed by its own weight. If I am not mistaken, the wood used by Qin Feng is hard wood, and At the wood joints, in addition to using grab nails to connect them, a large number of ropes were also wrapped around them.”
"After careful calculation, we solved the problem of the strength of the pry bar. Not to mention it was a one-time success. It only took a cup of tea. Mo Shuochen and others, even if dozens of skilled craftsmen from the Ministry of Industry were summoned, it would still take a stick of incense to complete the construction."
After hearing the answer from the Minister of Works, the scene fell into silence, and even the household who shouted the loudest did not move.
Emperor Liang's eyes lit up. At first, even Emperor Liang thought that Qin Feng was just using tricks. He didn't expect that building a pry bar required such exquisite skills. Recalling the military strategies and crossbow illustrations presented by Qin Feng before, Emperor Liang really appreciated Qin Feng, a brat, even more.
Xie Yun'er covered her mouth and her eyes when looking at Qin Feng couldn't help but change: "I didn't expect that this shameless disciple has some real talents."
King Ji turned around and looked at the crowd with a profound smile: "Qin Feng won two competitions in a row because of his true ability and not by opportunism, so I declare that Qin Feng wins!"
As soon as this statement came out, the scene was instantly divided into two camps. The Hubu faction was lifeless, and the Military Bu faction was naturally cheering.
Officials from the neutral camp also congratulated Qin Tianhu.
"Congratulations, Mr. Qin, Qin Feng not only won the title justly, but also fought with wisdom and force, which is also a good story."
"In my opinion, Qin Feng can win, thanks to Mr. Qin's good teaching."
"I was shocked when I heard Mr. Qin's song "Out of the Fortress" before. I didn't expect that Mr. Qin is also very knowledgeable in dexterity. He really has a tiger father but no dog son. I admire him."
Qin Tianhu was surrounded by praises from all directions. He couldn't help but blush. His eyebrows were full of pride. He took a deep look at Qin Feng and found that this kid was as carefree as ever. Qin Tianhu was not as angry as before. He sighed in his heart: " Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Maybe this kid is really wise and foolish."
The hope that Ning Hu finally raised was shattered in an instant, and he collapsed on the ground.
Ning Qingquan's face turned red and white, sometimes gnashing his teeth, sometimes sighing. This defeat completely ruined the future of the Yong'an Marquis Mansion. In the future, Emperor Liang could find any excuse to abolish Ning Hu's inheritance of the title. Without the title, The Ning family is no different from ordinary people.
Although the face of Hubu Shangshu is also ugly, after all, the Ning family is taking the blame today, and the fire cannot burn Hubu for the time being, so it can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.
It's just that there is no room for maneuver in the Beidi War.
Qin Feng, who had eaten for a long time, ran up to Prince Ji and put on an extremely flattering face in front of the officials of the Ministry of Household Affairs: "Thank you, Mr. Old Prince, for your support."
King Ji, who was drinking tea, almost spat out a mouthful. He quickly glared at Qin Feng and lowered his voice and said: "You...you brat, don't talk nonsense. Who is helping you? I am just discussing the matter."
Qin Feng's smile did not diminish, and he deliberately shouted in a loud voice: "Hahaha, the old prince is the most fair, and my nephew is grateful."
King Ji's face turned green and he wanted to smash the teacup directly on Qin Feng's head.
Others didn't know why King Ji had such a big reaction, but Qin Feng felt like a mirror.
The old prince and Emperor Liang were related by blood, so they naturally wanted to help Emperor Liang solve his problems. Helping Qin Feng was equivalent to helping Emperor Liang. Anyone in the entire school could go against Emperor Liang, except King Ji. What about retiring to the court, being fair and objective, just listen to it and enjoy it, there is no need to take it seriously.
Qin Feng pretended not to see Prince Ji's cannibalistic gaze and continued to shamelessly publicize his 'personal relationship' with Prince Ji.
"Old prince, you eat the sugar first. When you finish eating it, just send the servant to tell me, and my nephew will bring it to you personally."
King Ji was so old that he almost died on the spot. This time he jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash it away. It wouldn't take long for the news to spread throughout Kyoto that King Ji had a "personal relationship" with Qin Feng.
Emperor Liang had a panoramic view of Qin Feng's every move, and he couldn't help but laugh: "This brat really knows how to find ways to make connections. Such a shameless relationship opened my eyes."
At the same time, the little maid in charge of inquiring about the news ran back to the side hall panting.
The female relatives had been impatient for a long time, and when they saw that the maid finally came back, they started questioning her.
"How's it going? Is there any result?"
