Chapter 49: Gradual Rise (Seeking Bookmarks)

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  That hubbub seemed to be directed by someone, and the crowd roared in unison towards Wei Zhao's direction.

  However, Wei Zuo and his companions were sitting too far away, and it seemed that no one recognized Wei Zuo, they just shouted, but no one came forward.

  Qin Yun turned his head to look at Wei Xiao, a smile of relief on the corner of his mouth.

  The little girl's face was quite excited, and she quietly sat down beside Wei Zhao, puffed out her small chest, pursed her small mouth, and looked like a young lady. In fact, she was extremely nervous inside.

  "Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao..."

  The loud shouting voices pierced Wei Qiao's eardrums, making them ache with a sharp pain.

  In Qin Yun and Xiang Qiang's anxiousness, Wei Zhao calmly ate the last melon seed, patted his hand, wiped away the remaining residue from the corner of his mouth, picked up a cup of water beside him and took a sip, suddenly shouted loudly at the crowd: "Wei Zhao went to the toilet!"

  Qin Yun was immediately stunned, his eyes wide with incredulity.

  The little girl's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment she didn't know what to do.

  The crowd around me suddenly fell silent for a moment, as if someone was watching.

  The one who shouted is Wei Zhao, directly ignored; Xiangqiang, female; Qin Yun, too old!

  "Wei Zhuang went to the toilet..."

  "Wei Zao went to the toilet..."

  Soon, this sentence retreated and returned, covering up the original sound, and quickly spread to the stage.

  Zhou Shaoyang's face, which was originally smiling coldly, instantly stiffened.

  "Have you gone to the restroom?"

  Zhou Shaoyang's heart was filled with raging anger, thinking of Wei Xiao's always calm and unruffled face. He held his breath in his chest, swelling severely.

  Wei Zhuo is doing this on purpose! He's teasing me, he doesn't even deign to compete with me!

  Zhou Shaoyang's face was gloomy, his eyes blazing with anger, but at this moment he had to put on a calm and composed expression, forcing out a faint smile, nodding in greeting to the people below.

  Qin Yun looked at Wei Zhao, who was leisurely cracking melon seeds in his hand, and his mind was still reeling from the sentence "Wei Zhao went to the toilet." There were people who escaped from the Buddhist conference, but this reason was used for the first time!

  Qin Yun's face was stiff, his eyes dull, and his throat struggled to move as he forced out a smile at Wei Zhao: "Little friend, I have something to attend to, I'll take my leave first." With that, he shakily got up. The emperor's task had not been completed, and now he was going to ask for punishment.

  Wei Zhao smiled at the agent who was openly lurking around him and said warmly: "Shall we talk later?"

  Qin Yun's mouth twitched slightly, and he forced a faint, unpleasant smile onto his face. "No need, I'll take my leave," he said, before immediately turning around to head north, afraid that Wei Zhao would say something else that he couldn't bear to hear.

  Wei Zhao watched him wipe his sweat as he walked and shook his head.

  "Has he gone to the toilet?" Inside the golden curtain, the Emperor's face was full of astonishment, and he couldn't help but raise his head to glance at the guard in front of him. If it weren't for the fact that he had been following him for over a decade, loyal and devoted, he might have ordered someone to drag him out for interrogation.

  "Yes, he just came back like this!" The guard said calmly, half-kneeling there.

  The emperor's face flashed with astonishment, and then burst out laughing. He laughed louder and louder, his clear voice even echoing outside the curtain.

  "Hahaha, okay, okay! Good one, going to the toilet, hahaha......" The emperor lay there, laughing loudly without stopping. Before long, he covered his stomach and tried to sit up sideways, and the eunuchs on both sides also held back their laughter and immediately went to support him.

  The emperor laughed for a long time before stopping, wiping away the tears on his face, with a smile all over his face. Apparently he hadn't laughed like this in a long time.

  Yi Yun and Master Empty Space stared at each other in shock, both of them speechless for a moment.

  "Amitabha!" After a long while, Master Yin Kong declared a Buddha's name and then shook his body with laughter, saying: "Weishi Zhu is indeed a blessed man."

  Her face flushed with shame, and this reason was also thought of by Wei Zhao. Thinking that Wei Zhao already knew Fu Yan's nickname "Three Nang", the smile at the corner of her mouth grew thicker. If she let Wei Zhao know that his apprentice had been raised as a young lady since childhood, she wondered what expression he would have.

  The calm and cool woman sitting beside them didn't show any excitement, but looked at the two of them who were trying to hold back their laughter with some confusion, her lips slightly pursed, and said in a soft voice: "Is it that funny?"

  "Ning'er, you need to learn how to smile."

  "Laugh? I will."

  The woman puckered her lips and slightly moved the corners of her mouth, as if she was about to put on a smile.

  Yi Yun looked at her delicate and pretty face with a strange expression, then glanced at Yin Kong Master who was reciting sutras with his eyes closed, and sighed softly, saying: "Ning Er, from now on, you should come out more often."

  The woman seemed to want to refute, her clear and transparent eyes blinked, and she nodded gently towards Yiyun.

  Zhao Yuankui's face turned iron-green, and he thought of Wei Qiao's leg-raising and second-leg kicking on the tea building, his heart couldn't help but let out a cold hum, anger filling his chest.

  Wu Fangyuan sat beside him, gave him a somewhat strange look, and then took the last volume forward.

  The rules of the Buddhist conference were originally to compete in poetry, couplets, vertical discussions, and selection of the best. However, this time, the two of them received a hint from the emperor and changed the rules.

  For the reclusive and low-key emperor who seemed to be uninterested in political affairs, the two of them did not dare to disobey him in the slightest. They were both people who followed orders, and they knew very little about the emperor, but the more they understood, the more terrified they became!

  Looking at the three people sitting there, still calm and composed, without any gunpowder smell, Wu Fangyuan secretly pondered, staying on Chu Han for a while. If the emperor needs to cultivate new cabinet ministers, this Chu Han is more promising. Not arrogant or impatient, steady and measured.

  Wu Fangyuan's mind was momentarily filled with thoughts, but he calmly pulled out the topic and went through it in front of the three people, unusually smiling and saying: "You three are all young talents of my great Qi, don't hide or conceal anything."

  Although it was very subtle, the three of them immediately understood Wu Fangyuan's hint: there is a big shot present!

  The three of them were shocked at the same time, and nodded in gratitude to Wu Fangyuan.

  Wu Fangyuan smiled calmly and walked back again.

  Zhao Yuankui glanced at Wu Fangyuan, and did not expose his deliberate attempt to build a good relationship. He looked at the slowly burning incense candles, his eyes coldly fixed on the three people. Thinking that Feng Youli had not arrived, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

  The little girl was stunned for a moment, and although she didn't know what the young master wanted to do, she still very obediently handed over the melon seeds that Wei Zhao had already eaten half of.

  Yes, she also left a little bit beforehand.

  "What topic will it be about?"

  "Haha, don't worry, after all this isn't a big competition..."

  "Right, right, I forgot, what kind of questions will the Hanlin Academy scholars ask?"

  "I don't know, the first two times were related to Buddha, this time should be no exception..."

  "It won't work if you don't try; things never happen three times. If we really discuss Buddhism, then shouldn't Confucian classics be put away on a high shelf..."

  Looking at the three people on stage who were deep in thought with their heads bowed, the audience below began to whisper and discuss quietly.