Chapter 48

After seeing the Ninth Brother's calligraphy.

They didn't even bother to write the answers to their Father Emperor's questions.

The calligraphy had already lost.

Fortunately, no one among them had placed a bet.

Only the factions of the eldest brother and the tenth brother had placed bets.

The princes sat there dejectedly, looking like they had been hit hard.

They were all hit hard by the Ninth Brother's calligraphy!

Can't read?

Can't even write his own name?

And even angered a teacher to death?

Who released this rumor?

Damn it, this news is really misleading others!!

And Chunyu Yue's face turned black.

When he saw the Ninth Prince's handwriting, he knew he had lost.

But he was unwilling!

Didn't this Ninth Prince not even know how to write?

Why did he write such perfect characters now?

This is nakedly playing the pig to eat the tiger!

The price of losing, six million coins!

Thinking of this, Chunyu Yue felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a dead child.

Even if it was half each, he still had to take out three million coins!

But he was just a great scholar, where would he get so much money?

Now... he could only go and borrow from those students.

Anyway, he was a great scholar, and he didn't say when he would pay it back.

In this situation, besides borrowing, what else could he do?

Feng Quji was even worse; his heart was bleeding, his face was pale, thinking of the price of losing.

Three million coins, his ten-year salary!

Where could he find so much money?

Thinking of this, he rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

If he had known this result, he wouldn't have made this bet.

He could only find Prince Yan and think of a way together.

It was impossible for him to pay it all.

If he did that, his whole family might starve to death.

Wang Li licked his lips: "Good fellow!"

He also looked at his grandfather, sighing that ginger is still old and spicy.

He didn't have his grandfather's poisonous 24k gold eyes; he really was insightful.

Before it even started, he had already guessed that the Ninth Prince would win.

Ying Zheng sat on the dragon throne; he was very happy today.

The technology to manufacture Xuan paper was finally preserved.

And he also learned that this son of his not only knew how to write.

But could also write calligraphy comparable to a master's.