"Tsk! Isn't your Dachang manless? You actually asked a young eunuch to come out to challenge!?"
Chen Shuxing saw who it was and laughed out loud.
The expressions of all the ministers also changed immediately.
"Where did you come from, little eunuch! Do you have a role to speak here?"
"I don't know what the so-called things are, but I know what the occasion is. How can I allow you to be embarrassed?"
"Why don't you go back quickly? This is a major matter of the country and affects all living beings in the world. You can't tolerate your nonsense!"
All the ministers started to yell at Zhao Rui.
Murong Bing also frowned and whispered: "Zhao Rui, stop messing around and stand down!"
Zhao Rui looked at the angry ministers with amusement.
He couldn't compare to others, so he took all his anger out on him.
It's useless externally, but it's useless internally.
In fact, he really didn't want to stand out and be in the limelight, but at least he had a romantic relationship with Murong Bing.
Just watching her being bullied like this is a bit hard to bear.
Besides, no matter what, he still lives in Dashang.
If Dashang is really destroyed, it will be difficult for him to survive in the future.
He said to Chen Shuxing: "Why do all the adults here need to take action? I am always at your Majesty's side, so I can use it to deal with you, a slave with two surnames."
Domestic slaves with two surnames?
Chen Shuxing's face turned pale.
In order to take revenge on Dashang, he had already put his reputation behind him.
When he came back this time, he was already prepared for being ridiculed and scolded.
But, a eunuch!
A mere little eunuch dared to ride on his neck and call him a domestic slave!
It still humiliated him.
Look at the angry look on his face.
The ministers who just scolded Zhao Rui all had strange expressions on their faces, and many of them had expressions of suppressed laughter.
The slaves of these two surnames scolded each other very well.
Being forced into this position by Chen Shuxing, no matter how they cursed, they could not get any reaction from Chen Shuxing.
But the little eunuch scolded him.
He looked at Murong Bing coldly: "Your Majesty Dashang! Are you sure you want this little eunuch to compete with me?"
Murong Bing looked at this scene and felt quite relieved, letting out a small sigh of relief.
But after hearing Chen Shuxing's words, he became worried again.
She also knew Chen Shuxing's abilities.
Even the ministers with so many excellent knowledge present could not do anything about Chen Shuxing.
Zhao Rui is just a little eunuch.
He is also a little eunuch who seems to be full of lies and not very reliable.
How could he be better than Chen Shuxing?
She hopes that someone else can stand up at this time.
But scanned it from every minister.
Still no one dared to look directly at her, and wherever they looked, everyone lowered their heads.
Murong Bing smiled sadly in her heart.
OK.
Has the great Shang Kingdom fallen to the point where it needs a young eunuch to step up and take charge?
A room full of ministers, don’t you have the courage to challenge Chen Shuxing directly?
How could she not know that these ministers were also afraid that they would take the blame if they lost.
How can you be so selfish!
Are you so devoid of courage?
Look at the reactions of those present.
Chen Shuxing chuckled coldly.
Asked again: "Your Majesty, Dashang, do you want this little eunuch to challenge!?"
Facing the pressing pressure, Murong Bing clenched her fists.
Finally, he let go as if resigned to his fate.
That’s it!
She looked at Zhao Rui and said, "Zhao Rui, then please greet me properly."
Zhao Rui smiled confidently: "Your Majesty, don't worry, your daily guidance to the slaves is completely sufficient."
After saying that, he raised his head and looked at Chen Shuxing: "I won't bully you, just take a copy of His Majesty's daily compositions."
Murong Bing glanced at Zhao Rui suspiciously.
What does she compose on a daily basis?
She also composes some poems on weekdays.
But in terms of level, I'm afraid it's not that far behind Chen Shuxing.
What's more, she didn't remember how many poems she had written about the battlefield.
Where do good poems come from?
He shouldn't really show out the poems he usually composes.
That's really...
Just when I thought of this, Zhao Rui's voice came slowly from inside the room.
"Glow-in-the-dark cup of grape wine. If you want to drink, please drink Pipa immediately."
This poem...
The whole audience was dumbfounded.
Such a poetic scene makes people feel as if they are seeing a general going on an expedition, and being interrupted by someone in his voice.
Murong Bing couldn't help but look at him, His Majesty could actually write such a poem!
As Zhao Rui's poem below came slowly again.
"Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?"
The whole place was completely silent.
The poem is not as long as Chen Shuxing's.
That’s enough!!
The first two sentences are still expressing the general's helplessness, and the wine and pipa have to be cut off.
But the next two sentences convey the desolation and sadness of the battlefield!
The ministers were shocked and couldn't help but taste it carefully.
"Don't laugh while lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from the ancient battle! Well, what a poem! The artistic conception of this poem far exceeds that of Chen Shuxing!"
"Good, good! This is indeed your Majesty's poem. I never expected that not only did your Majesty govern the country well, but the artistic conception of his poems is also so high!"
"Your Majesty is Holy Might, Holy Might!"
When Murong Bing heard these four lines of poetry, she couldn't help but feel frightened and was thinking about it carefully.
Hearing the excited shouts of the ministers, he immediately came to his senses.
I couldn't laugh or cry in my heart.
These guys really thought this poem belonged to her.
But it’s not easy to expose.
He couldn't help but glance at Zhao Rui in surprise.
This guy not only knows how to treat patients, he can also write poems, and he even wrote such beautiful poems!
Just look at Zhao Rui blinking at her.
A blush flashed across her cheeks.
This guy, in this situation, dared to tease her!
Chen Shuxing stood there blankly, still muttering: "Don't laugh, Lord, lying drunk on the battlefield. Okay, it's so well written. What a drunk lying on the battlefield..."
The third prince of the Huns looked at Chen Shuxing in silence.
Somewhat annoyed: "Mr. Chen, what is this poem like?"
Chen Shuxing was interrupted by him.
Subconsciously blurted out: "Good poem, this is a good poem that can be passed down from generation to generation!"
"What did you say!" The third prince of the Huns stared angrily.
Only then did Chen Shuxing react: "This..."
He turned to smile bitterly. Although he had rebelled against the country, he was still rigorous about poetry.
Good is good, bad is bad.
Even if he was really unconscionable and said it was bad, all the scholars in the world are not fools. How could they not see the good and the bad?
After sorting out his mood, he said: "Third Prince, this is indeed a good poem. I am ashamed to say it is not worthy of it."
"You!" The third prince of the Xiongnu was so angry that he glared at Chen Shuxing, his chest rising and falling.
Chen Shuxing said hurriedly: "Third Prince, there are still two games left, please don't be anxious."