The naughty and cowardly little crybaby sold himself out

Although Jing Muyang had comforted her, when she was called to the Yangxin Palace with Jing Muyang, she was shocked when she saw the people in the palace.

Why were the emperor and the imperial concubine looking at her so fiercely? Why were the imperial concubines and the princes so eager to watch the fun and add insult to injury? And why were there so many ministers watching? It was like a trial. What had she done wrong? Was it a big mistake?

"Mu...Muyang, I'm scared." Chu Jian, who was almost walking side by side with Jing Muyang, instinctively slowed down and hid behind Jing Muyang. The atmosphere in the hall made her confused and suffocated. The pressure from the emperor was not to be underestimated.

Jing Muyang held her hand behind her back and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Don't be afraid. You have a gold medal of immunity from death. If you really can't do anything, just use it."

Yes, Chu Jian heaved a sigh of relief. Although he didn’t have the golden medal of immunity from death with him, everyone knew about it. At worst, he could go back and get it.

Little did he know that all his little thoughts were seen clearly by the emperor.

The emperor was angry, annoyed and regretful. Why did he give Xiao Jiu such a simple fool? So silly and cute, he only hindered Xiao Jiu and caused trouble!

The emperor became more and more angry and shouted, "Kneel down!"

I was so scared when I first saw him that I immediately knelt down and tears burst out.

"Father, please don't be so fierce. Let's talk nicely. I don't know what I did wrong to make you so angry."

"You don't know yet, right? Well, since you asked first, I'll tell you first!" The emperor threw the Buddhist scriptures off the imperial desk, "Look for yourself what this is!"

Chu Jian wiped away her tears, picked up the sheets one by one, and looked through them carefully one by one.

"Father, this seems to be a Buddhist scripture I copied."

"It seems?" The emperor's face turned green with anger. She said it seemed, she actually said it seemed!

"Chu Jian, have you looked carefully? Did you copy all these?" Concubine Yun was also angry with her. If she could admit it herself, perhaps the situation could be turned around.

Chu Jian looked at it again and was now sure, "Yes, I copied them all."

“Princess Zhan, we have read all these Buddhist scriptures. There are more than a dozen different handwritings, and each one has a different and unique style. Some of them are comparable to the works of masters. You say that they were all written by you. Isn’t this a joke?” The fifth prince sneered.

"Chushian, if you don't want to copy the Buddhist scriptures, you can just say so. It's also okay to change to something else. You don't have to be punished if you have a good attitude. But since you have already received the punishment, you should copy it carefully. The Buddhist scriptures cannot be desecrated at will. Do you understand?" The queen said earnestly and blushed.

I was stunned for a moment when I first saw it.

"So, you think this wasn't written by me? So that's why you locked me up in the temple all day and all night without even giving me water to drink?"

"Princess Zhan, I have been teaching for decades, and I have never seen anyone write so many words with completely unrelated styles. It is obvious that they were not written by the same person."

Tutor Li still had a few more pieces in his hand. The calligraphy on them was so excellent that he was reluctant to throw them on the ground.

"Just because you haven't seen it, does that mean no one in the world can do it? You old man are too short-sighted and too old-fashioned!"

Chu Jian was so angry that she stood up and walked over to snatch the Buddhist scripture from Li Taifu's hand, and stacked it with the one she had just picked up.

"All of these were written by me. There are twelve different handwritings, and I copied ten of them eight times each. I copied the regular script and official script ten times each. Every word, every stroke, and every stroke was written by me!"

"Look at how disrespectful you are! How can you be so presumptuous in the palace! This is Master Li!"

The emperor was furious. Master Li was not only the teacher of all the princes, but also his teacher. As an imperial teacher, he was actually called the old man by a little girl! It seems that this rule must be learned!

"Master Li? Ruyi's grandfather?" Chu Jian turned around and glanced at the master again, "Humph, Ruyi said her grandfather knew the most, but I didn't expect him to be so superficial and arbitrary!"

"Oh, Chu Jian, you have thought it through. This matter can be big or small. Your Majesty hates bragging and lying like you." The Fifth Prince encountered this matter right after he was released from prison. He will definitely hold on to her.

Chu Jian squinted his eyes and looked around. Everyone in the hall looked as if they were laughing at a joke.

"Oh, I finally understand. You all think I asked someone to copy for me, right?" Chu Jian turned back to look at the emperor angrily, "Father, although I like to play and don't like being restrained, and I can even be a bit of a scoundrel, but I don't bother to lie, especially a lie that can be exposed so easily! I think you are clearly laughing at me, not only for my inability to read, but also for my stupidity!"

Jing Muyang felt distressed when he saw Chu Jian trembling with anger.

"Father, these Buddhist scriptures were indeed written by a person I just met..."

"Shut up!" The emperor was most angry at Xiaojiu's unscrupulous protection of Chu Jian.

"Father! You don't believe me, that's fine. You don't even believe what Mu Yang said?" Chu Jian felt very disappointed. "Chu Jian, please give me some ink, paper and inkstone. I will write it for you right now! So what if I have twelve kinds of handwriting? So what if I can be compared to a master? If you underestimate me, you will be slapped in the face!"

Things have come to this point, and everyone is waiting to see the show. The emperor is being held down and cannot get up or down. Why does he feel that the look in the eyes of this girl he has just met is filled with resentment, and he can feel that she can really do it.

"Your Majesty, look, this girl has been pushed to this point. Regardless of whether it is as she said or not, give her a chance to defend herself." The Queen spoke from the side and waved her hand for someone to bring pen and paper.

The emperor...he didn't want to do it. He was really afraid that if Chu Jian wrote it down, he would be one of the people who would be embarrassed. How embarrassing. But not letting her write it? That would be even more embarrassing. He could only let the queen make the arrangements.

The table was quickly set up in the hall.

"Go away!" Chu Jian shouted at the eunuch who was grinding ink, and pulled Jing Muyang to the table, looking at him with a dazed look, "Muyang, come and help me grind the ink."

"Okay." Jing Muyang raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Look how wronged she was, but it would be good for her to show her skills. See who would dare to look down on her in the future.

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