The answers between Cui Shixiang and Zhou Ying are clear at a glance, who is right and who is wrong.
Zhou Ying sat there stiffly, her pretty face flushed with shame.
She was so nervous that she lost sight of the other in her desperation. She only counted the number of feet and forgot about the existence of forty chickens and rabbit heads.
Zhou Miao and others sighed, actually losing the last game.
The hall was quiet, Zhao An was still lying next to the table looking very funny, and Chen Guogong's face was almost dripping with water.
If he continues to make excuses, he will also become a laughing stock.
In the end, he chose to shut up and glared at Zhou Ying coldly. Zhou Ying was so frightened that she lowered her head, almost burying it in her chest, and did not dare to breathe.
The empress raised her eyebrows and said loudly: "In that case, I declare that the Cui family of the Northern Saint Sect will win this cultural meeting."
"My emperor is wise——"
All the officials shouted that the battle was over.
In front of everyone, the empress took Chen Yuru's hand and pulled her past the Chen family and his son in a show-off manner.
Chen Yuan's face turned the color of pig liver.
His hatred and murderous intent were barely concealed.
The emperor was nakedly mocking the Chen family and gave his father and son a big mouth in public.
Wenhui lost, and his sister also surrendered to the enemy.
The emperor and queen left hand in hand, and the hall was in order. No one dared to leave without permission, because they all felt the anger of Chen Guogong.
Only Zhao An straightened up and shook his head after hearing the result.
"No one says I cheated now, right?"
"Mr. Zhou!" Chen Guogong suddenly spoke with a gloomy air.
Zhao An stood up and bowed, as if he were harmless to humans and animals, "My lord, your Majesty called me, what do you mean?"
"Sir, outside the new city, he beat up my disciple for no reason. Is this possible?"
"Oh, my lord, you have unjustly accused Xianguan. There were so many people watching at that time. It was that retainer who brutalized the people wantonly and ruined your reputation. Xianguan happened to be passing by Xincheng and was just giving a small punishment."
"Even if there is a mistake, Jingzhao Mansion should intervene. When will it be your turn to intervene?"
Chen Guogong was unwilling to give up. Seeing this attitude, he planned to ask Jingzhao Mansion to imprison people to calm his inner resentment.
Zhao An said sarcastically: "Of course the Duke wants to discuss the crime, but he should also ask the disciple about the crime. May I ask if he went to Jingzhao Mansion to report?"
The reasoned words made all the officials tremble with fear.
How dare a little Si Tianjianzheng dare!
Chen Guogong chuckled: "I have sent that madman to Jingzhao Mansion Prison. Sir, you should also go to Jingzhao Mansion Prison to rectify the national law."
Everyone can see that he, Chen Guogong, made a fuss out of a molehill. He lost the literary meeting today and was shown affection by the emperor and empress. He ate a mouthful of dog food. He was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, so he looked for Zhou Huang as a punching bag.
Cui Wengong said sarcastically: "Why should the Duke be angry over an evil slave? I have collected a copybook. If the Duke is interested, you can appreciate it together."
The heads of the Beidi Holy Sect have all spoken. No matter how angry Chen Guogong is, he still has to give him some face.
Furthermore, Si Tianjian is a high official of the imperial court appointed by His Majesty himself. Although there is something wrong with him, he will not be imprisoned. If he makes trouble with the emperor, he will be absolutely innocent.
Thinking of this, Chen Guogong forced out a smile, then waved his sleeves and walked away.
After he left, everyone dared to breathe.
The pressure that Lao Deng brings to everyone is much stronger than that of the emperor.
The emperor could only rebuke him when he was angry, but this Lao Deng would definitely kill someone!
Now that things have happened, the inside story has been revealed.
Chen is petty and vindictive. If they are in power, it doesn't matter whether they can reap the benefits or not. Her life will definitely be in her belt.
Seeing that no one spoke, Cui Wengong coughed and said, "Mr. Zhou, the literary meeting is over, but your story is not finished yet. Everyone is very curious about that period of history buried in the dust."
"Ah, yes, yes!"
Originally, the Zhou family had lost the competition and were embarrassed and at a loss. Cui Wengong's words undoubtedly helped them out.
"Yes, Mr. Zhou, let's take this opportunity to talk about it again!"
"I want to know if Wife Cao can unify the world!"
"Are there any beauties behind?"
Crowds of noises arose one after another.
Zhao An strode onto the stage with a smile, "Everyone is interested, so I'll take this opportunity to say more."
Now is a perfect opportunity to win over people's hearts. Use Chen's badness to set off his humility. The most important thing is that he is a royalist.
Next, Zhao An starts from the Battle of Wancheng.
It talks about the Clothes and Belt Edict. The cowardly and powerless emperor met his uncle Liu in the toilet and burst into tears.
Then the wife Cao Dang had the pregnant Concubine Dong strangled to death in front of the emperor.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire Imperial College was extremely depressing.
Taking history as a mirror, in a sense, this period of history and the current Daxia are so similar!
Chen Yuan's face turned green.
Zhou Huang was mirroring the Chen family's cholera policy, but no matter how arrogant the Chen family was, they would never go so far as to murder the noble concubine.
It's a pity that he couldn't speak, because speaking would be the answer.
Without speaking, once this story spreads to the people, the lethality will never be comparable to that of the white-haired girl. This is a nuclear bomb!
Anyone with a little bit of brains can replace the Chen family with wife Cao.
Everyone in the Chen family present looked more embarrassed.
Everyone was whispering, and the looks in the Chen family's eyes changed, while the Zhou family's people were horrified and had hairs on their backs.
Xu Ruqing's face turned pale. She didn't know where Zhao An had the courage to say such a thing. This was to force Chen Guogong to kill him!
But will Zhao An care about Chen Guogong's threat?
not give a damn about!
Chen Guogong is just a powerful minister. In Zhao An's eyes, the old guy is already dead and can at most still be around for a while.
Now it is to stimulate him to take action and continue to prove his evil intentions.
Next, Zhao An continued to vividly describe how arrogant and domineering the wife Cao was. In the same year, the Battle of Guandu broke out, and Chen Lin appealed to the thieves.
"And after fucking the eunuch, the jackal's ambition..."
Many literati and scholars secretly applauded. This article can be said to be a hearty scolding, speaking directly from the heart.
Then Zhao An said that the wife Cao was so angry that she had a headache and was in severe pain, almost fainting, and then stopped abruptly.
"Sir, keep talking!"
"Yeah, it's great right now. What about the back? Does it hurt too much?"
"Thieves who bring harm to the country will be killed on the same day and on the ground!"
Everyone expressed their opinions one after another.
Zhao An smiled and said to Chen Yuan, who had a face as pale as pig liver: "That's it for today, the rest will be more and more exciting."
"Sir, you are really good at whetting your appetite."
"I still want to know if the evil thief is dead!"
Everyone's emotions were high, and the chatter was particularly loud in Chen's ears. Chen Yuan couldn't bear it anymore, so he got up quickly, and led Chen's group of people to leave the Imperial College with dark faces, as if they were fleeing.
Everyone laughed.
They were talking about ancient history, and no one criticized the Chen family. If the Chen family wanted to accuse them, they would not be able to find them. They could only blame Mr. Zhou for using the past to ridicule the present.
