Chapter 30 Old minister, I have an eye disease and can’t see clearly.

After Emperor Xiaoyuan finished speaking, all the eyes of the civil and military officials fell on the imperial censor.

At this time, the imperial censor, with a gleam on his back, kept smiling bitterly.

He has realized that it is not okay for him to evaluate or not to evaluate.

I wish I had never seen the picture of Returning on a Snowy Night.

The imperial censor stroked his snow-white beard, pondered for a while, and pretended to evaluate the poem.

Secretly, he is looking for countermeasures.

Seeing his old rival Da Sinong, he suddenly had a plan in mind.

"Your Majesty, I have limited literary talent and cannot comment on the fifth prince's poetry."

"The great Sinong is far better than the old minister in terms of the quality of the essay. It is better to let the Great Sinong evaluate it."

"You bitch slave."

Emperor Xiaoyuan snorted dissatisfiedly.

"Your Majesty, please ask me to read more. I have read a lot of books in recent days and gained a lot of knowledge."

You missed me by one move.

Da Sinong and Zhang Jingzong, the imperial censor, were from the same village and had known each other since childhood.

"Your Majesty, spare your life!"

"I'll keep this account in mind first."

To push him to the military attache would be to lose the face of the civil servants. How could he maintain his position as the head of the civil servants?

Da Sinong was really in a dilemma.

"Da Sinong, what are the poems of the fifth prince?"

Willingbur suddenly stood up and spoke wildly.

When Da Sinong took away the picture of returning home on a snowy night, the imperial censor sneered and rolled his eyes.

"The villain succeeds!"

In an instant, the faces of all the civil and military officials in the lobby were filled with excitement.

"The slave is illiterate!"

After all, for a high-ranking official like him, no matter who sits on the throne, he must be reused.

Liu Zhong rolled his eyes and knelt down with a bang.

What kind of shocking poetry can actually make the imperial censor feel ashamed?

Today, in such a grand occasion as the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet, Zhang Jingzong actually relented.

At this time, Da Sinong was already feeling depressed.

The whole person was stunned.

"Illiterate?"

"Little loyal son, read it!" Emperor Xiaoyuan ordered.

Being urged by Emperor Xiaoyuan, Da Sinong really had no choice but to simply say with a sudden heart.

"Xiao Zhongzi, go and read poetry!"

"The slave is illiterate!"

Da Sinong was so angry that he almost stamped his feet.

Emperor Xiaoyuan was a little annoyed when they made mistakes one after another.

All the civil and military officials present looked away.

The moment he saw the poem, Liu Zhong felt as if he was struck by thunder.

Commenting on this poem is really not a human job.

Wait a minute and I'll see if you can still smile.

Da Sinong was in high spirits, and the old man chatted like a crazy boy. He walked up to the imperial censor and took away the picture of returning home on a snowy night.

Who dares to pick up this hot potato?

At this time, even a fool knew that there was something very wrong with the fifth prince's poem.

As he spoke, Da Sinong sat down and knocked over the wine glass on the table.

Therefore, whether the crown prince ascends the throne or the fifth prince re-enacts Emperor Xiaoyuan, it is nothing to Da Sinong.

Liu Zhong kowtowed repeatedly, looking miserable.

How ecstatic Da Sinong was!

"Hahaha!"

In these decades, Zhang Jingzong has never lowered his head in front of himself.

Not even a little bit of cover-up.

Instead there was anger.

"Your Majesty, spare your life!"

"Slaves are born to be book-hungry. As soon as I open a book, my eyelids can't help but sink."

"Your Majesty, I have a sudden eye disease."

He finally understood why one of the Yushi doctor and Da Sinong bowed his head in submission, while the other pretended to be sick and dead.

After a few breaths, the high spirits in his body disappeared.

"Can't see clearly!"

After receiving the order, Liu Zhong immediately went down and took away the picture of Returning on a Snowy Night from the hands of Da Sinong.

The fifth prince's poem is too...too...too...

"Zhang Jingzong, damn old man!"

Admit that your literary talents are not as good as your own.

But everyone was still waiting for his comments, so he could only look back bitterly.

It seems that I will say it again.

Emperor Xiaoyuan asked, looking around at everyone.

"Didn't I ask you to study more on weekdays?"

Da Sinong glared at the imperial censor with great annoyance.

The Imperial Censor and the Grand Secretary-Nonghui would protect themselves wisely, but Liu Zhong wouldn’t?

Emperor Xiaoyuan frowned, looked unhappy, and scolded Liu Zhong.

"Willingbo, you don't know a single word, what are you commenting on?"

Liu Zhong held it in for a long time and could not think of a word to describe his mood at this time.

Fake can no longer be fake!

Old man, you continue to laugh! You continue to be proud!

My head was filled with roaring sounds.

He really didn't want to get involved in the matter of seizing the heir.

Willingbur said confidently.

"Of course I am willing!"

Da Sinong looked at the poem in high spirits.

"Your Majesty, spare your life!"

Ji Tianci was also shocked.

"Qingchuan, are you willing to comment on the poems of the Fifth Prince?" Emperor Xiaoyuan asked.

Da Sinong laughed very happily and let out the bad breath he had suffered for decades.

Da Sinong's acting skills are so exaggerated.

"Since none of you are willing, let me give you my review."

But he couldn't throw the hot potato in his hand yet.

"I should have thought about how this old man's character could give in so easily!"

But not only did the imperial censor not have any sense of shame, he was also very proud of it.
To be continued...