The Prodigal Son of the Empire

The hall was silent, and everyone was digesting the shocking result, even Wang Dingchang!

really won?

His son really did it?Originally, he didn't give any hope. Painting may be a hobby, and he won Yang Xiuwen by pushing the old and bringing forth the new.

That theory requires the accumulation of literary skills, and he knows better than anyone else what his son is like.

He didn't like reading since he was a child, even if he was sent to Yangzhou Academy, he was basically soy sauce, fishing for three days and drying the net for two days.

I didn't finish the book, but I made the teacher angry a few times...

The first reaction in Wang Dingchang's mind was Cai He. It should be that Cai He pressed the right question in advance and made a strategy in advance, and his son only needs to write it down!

But no matter what, it's good to win!

Wang Dingchang was overjoyed!

But Dong Yiwu's complexion was completely gray. This result was beyond expectations, and it was also a huge blow to him!

"How about Mr. Dong? Continue to celebrate?" Wang Kang said with a smile.

Hearing this, the faces of several people turned red instantly. Just now they exchanged cups and replaced wine with tea to celebrate.

It looks so ridiculous now, it's like a clown.

It's a shame, it's a shame!

What a shame, what a shame!

Yu Xingye and Zheng Qigong did the same, looking at Wang Kang in a daze.

Could this prodigal son be their nemesis?

From the beginning of the competition, he was the one who turned the tide every time, slapping them in the face one after another, it hurts!It hurts!

"The three competitions are over!" Li Jitong said at this time: "The Earl's Mansion won the three competitions. According to the rules, you have already lost!"

"Tomorrow, I will rush back to the capital to report to Emperor Zhao..."

Hearing this, Dong Yiwu's body softened and he almost sat on the ground. Fortunately, there was a chair next to him for him to caress.

"Master Dong, you can do it yourself!" Wang Kang said.

But this sentence was like a heavy hammer, and Dong Yiwu couldn't even hold the chair, so he sat down on the ground.

His face was pale, lost his composure?I can't care anymore.

Can he not understand the meaning contained in Wang Kang's words?

In such an important competition, if the veteran nobles were handed over to him, it was a sure-win situation. This was a gift!

He happily accepted it. If it is completed, it will be a great achievement. From then on, he will be more valued by the veteran nobles, and it will not be a problem to become prosperous from now on.

This is an honor, a great honor!

But these are all under the premise of winning!

Losing now is a great sin.

He could imagine how angry the veteran nobles would be, and how angry Xuan Pinghou would be.

And he will be a punching bag!

You will become a blame man, there must be someone who bears the consequences, and this person can only be him.

Under Wang Kang's plan, his son Dong Qian forced Liu Shan, whom he supported, to death, and he personally sent Li Yu to prison.

And now I finally sent myself out...

For a moment, Dong Yiwu seemed to be ten years older. After a while, he suddenly turned his head and looked at...Wang Kang!

It's all him, it's all this prodigal son!

It was him from beginning to end!

At this time, Dong Gan finally came back to his senses. Seeing his father like this, his heart trembled violently, and he hurriedly helped him up.

Then he looked at Wang Kang and gritted his teeth: "Don't be complacent, we... just wait and see in the future!"

"You are wrong..." Wang Kang looked at Dong Qian with a calm expression, "I will not be complacent, and I will not treat you like you mock me and ridicule me."

"This result is unexpected in your opinion, but it is reasonable in my opinion!"

Wang Kang looked at Dong Qian and said calmly: "Because, I never put you... in my eyes!"

"you……"

Dong Gan's face turned red suddenly, and each word pierced his heart like a knife, tearing all his original pride into pieces!

He is Dong Qian, he is the pride of heaven, he has never been so insulted.

Wang Kang smiled again and said: "It seems that you will not be able to be the county magistrate, but I, the city lord, can do it!"

The corner of Dong Qian's mouth twitched again, and his breathing became a little short.

"By the way! There is one more thing I forgot to mention." Wang Kang looked at Dong Qian, "Tonight, the Earl's Mansion will hold a banquet to celebrate, and we sincerely invite you to come!"

"It's a real celebration!" Wang Kang said again.

"Pfft!"

This sentence made Dong Qian, who had already suffered a huge blow, couldn't bear it any longer, and directly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Bloodstains hung on his chin and stained the front of his clothes. At this moment, Dong Qian was not as calm and handsome as before, and he was simply in a state of embarrassment.

And Wang Kang didn't even look at him again, just left like this...

Back at the Earl's Mansion, Li Qingman and Lin Yuyan greeted him as soon as they entered the door. It seemed that they were waiting here specially.

"How? What's the result?" Lin Yuyan asked eagerly.

"What do you think?" Wang Kang said with a smile.

"Win?" Li Qingman said in surprise.

Wang Kang looked at the two women, stepped forward to hug one each, hugged left and right, and said with a smile: "You two, prepare to be the wife of the castellan!"

"Why, there are so many people?" Wang Kang's move made the two girls blush immediately, feeling extremely shy.