I turned around, covered my head and started laughing.
My pride lasted less than ten seconds before I was blown away by Sima Qing’s fist that was as heavy as a mountain!
I don't know when that kid had finished presenting the crown, and he rushed to my side in a furious manner, with his sharp red eyes as if he wanted to eat me alive!
Scared him, when did he come here?
I was startled, my steps were unsteady, I took several steps back, and bumped into a passing maid. A brown plate drew a perfect arc in the air, then landed steadily on the ground, spinning several times, and finally
I stopped. Five centimeters away from the plate, an old blue book lay pitifully on the ground, accusing me of my crimes![
At that moment, there was only one thought in my mind, and that was: It's over! I will definitely be killed by those white-bearded old men now!
Just as I was thinking about it, the old man with the white beard, the guards and the guests in the hall had already poured in from all directions, surrounding Sima Qing and I in a small circle.
Sima Yang smiled without revealing his thoughts, bent down to pick up the book lying softly on the ground, patted the dust on it, and handed it to the shivering maid.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for Sima Yang's decision.