"He is fake, the students are real!"
The two Zhao Ritians are very synchronized and have a perfect understanding of each other.
"Don't try to imitate me, you thief!"
The two of them became more synchronized, glaring at each other, their grief and anger growing even more intense!
Kong Lingda flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly, "Mr. Zhao, please don't be so mean as to belittle a filthy villain. Come on, follow me into the palace."
Obviously, the one on my side is the real one.
Whether in terms of age or temperament, it fits her perfectly.
Moreover, I also talked to him and found that he is indeed full of poetry and books.
Fakes can't do this.
Yang Yingguang thought to himself: It seems that the purpose is to let me fight to the death with this old man Kong.
Tsk tsk tsk.
If I fight with this old man again, what good will you get?
Who will benefit the most from this?
Well then!
I will take advantage of your trick and see what you have up your sleeve.
Thinking of this, Yang Yingguang also imitated Kong Lingda's behavior and said disdainfully: "Mr. Zhao, please follow me into the palace."
"What is true cannot be false, and what is false cannot be true. Don't fight with villains."
"Let's go into the palace and ask His Majesty for your judgment!"
Zhao Ritian nodded.
Things have come to this point, we have to bite the bullet and do it.
…
Imperial Palace.
Yan Jiaoran's eyes swept back and forth between the two "Zhao Ritian".
One is older and the other is younger.
The temperament is very good.
One is like a hermit, and the other is like a middle-aged man with unfulfilled ambitions.
Where do these bastard men find their women?
This actor is well chosen!
But what on earth does this damn man want to do by doing this?
I can’t figure it out!
If you want to be an undercover agent, wouldn't it be enough to just find someone to go?
Why find two?
Yan Jiaoran started thinking for the first time in a long time, pondering Qin Yuan's purpose.
After these days of summary.
Learn from the painful experience.
She thought that if she wanted to make Qin Yuan lose face, she had to first know what he was thinking, and then follow the trend and dig a hole to bury this bastard.
Yan Jiaoran's mind raced as she looked at the two of them and asked meaningfully:
"Are both of you called Zhao Ritian?"
"There is only one Zhao Ritian, there can't be two."
"Then one of them must be real and the other fake."
Kong Lingda took a step forward, smiled and gazed at him, saying, "Your Majesty is quite right. Your Majesty is very perceptive and will surely be able to distinguish the true from the false!"
After saying this, the two Zhao Ritians knelt down and kowtowed:
"I, Zhao Ritian, the humble servant, kowtow to Your Majesty and ask Your Majesty to make the decision for me!"
Yan Jiaoran held her cheek, looked at him carefully for a long time, and said sternly: "Who is this villain who dares to impersonate Zhao Ritian? Why don't you confess quickly?"
"Otherwise, I will kill all your clans!"
After the words fell, the two men said in unison: "Your Majesty, I am real, and he is fake!"
Yan Jiaoran shrugged helplessly and said with a smile:
"This is a difficult matter."
"No one has ever seen Zhao Ritian. How can we tell if he's real or fake based on his words?"
Lei Fenkai said loudly, "Your Majesty, I have a plan. Let them both recite 'On Punctuation'. Whoever can recite it word for word will be the real one!"
The two of them immediately carried the books on their backs.
They are all extremely fluent, word for word, and full of emotion.
The two looked at each other in surprise.
Okay, I've met my match.
"Hahahaha—" Fan Tong scoffed mercilessly, "Master Lei, you only know how to come up with bad ideas!"
"Since you dare to impersonate Mr. Zhao, how could you not memorize Mr. Zhao's articles?"
Then he looked at the Empress and chuckled, "Your Majesty, I have a word that will definitely tell the truth from the false!"
"What plan?" Yan Jiaoran asked.
Fan Tong replied, "Let these two people each recite a copy of the 'On Punctuation'."
"As the saying goes, one's handwriting reveals the person. One can fake an identity, but one cannot fake the handwriting!"
Yan Jiaoran nodded with interest and asked the palace servants to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
She finally understood why Qin Yuan wanted to publish it in the newspaper.
Newspapers are printed with movable type.
They are all the same font, with the same template, and they are so smooth that there is no such thing as handwriting strokes at all.
Tsk tsk tsk, this bastard is so careful in his actions!
The two "Zhao Ritian" wrote with full confidence.
They have already studied it.
The handwriting in this weekly newspaper is terrible. The same words all look the same and are impossible to recognize!
The palace maid first showed the older man's handwriting.
"Good! Great handwriting! Great article!"
Kong Lingda praised it three times.
"The strokes are full and powerful, the structure is solid, the strength is visible without loss, the posture is extended without exaggeration, and the handwriting flows smoothly, which is really amazing." Fan Tong also praised it.
Even Yang Yingguang and Lei Fenkai had to admit that it was indeed a beautiful handwriting.
Then, the palace maid showed another piece of calligraphy.
Lei Fenkai took a quick look and immediately shouted, "Great, great handwriting!"
"It is vigorous and powerful, yet it retains its character; it is filled with sadness, yet it retains its ambition!"
Yang Yingguang muttered, "But your handwriting is completely different from the one in the Great Zhou Weekly."
The words fell.
Everyone then remembered their first reaction when they saw the newspaper.
What an ugly handwriting!
How could a genius of his generation deserve such ugly handwriting!
"Are they both fake?" Lei Fenkai muttered.
Although he tried to lower his voice as much as possible, he was a warrior after all, and his voice was like thunder and still reached everyone's ears.
"No, words like that are unworthy of Mr. Zhao."
"There must be something else going on!"
Fan Tong said in a muffled voice.
He didn't believe what he found was fake.
It looks so real no matter how you look at it!
Yan Jiaoran, sitting on the dragon throne, could hardly hold back her smile.
You have to be able to recognize it.
This bastard has my last name!
Tsk tsk tsk.
Is this dog man's purpose just to play tricks on me and make me happy?
Thank you for your hard work, you bastard!
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