Chapter 461

Zhang Feng was speechless.

This is really so troublesome!

But then, in the crowd, suddenly a Confucian stopped.

"Wait a minute!"

I saw a Chinese Confucian scholar in his forties with a white robe embroidered with Phnom Penh and green bamboo leaves embroidered on the robe step forward, hug Zhang Feng, then bow down like an old scholar and salute: "I've heard that there is a great Confucian in Tonghui square for a long time. The students have seen Mr. Zhang here!"

At this time, the scene was completely quiet.

This is a matter between scholars. Even if they have the ability, they have no right to intervene.

If anyone dares to say one more word at this time, the Yamen servant behind the crowd will come up and teach him how to be a man.

The old scholar's face remained unchanged.

"What can I do for you? Why did you interrupt to worship Confucius and Mencius without reason?"

"Students are confused. I believe any Confucian scholar present is confused. This little gentleman looks only in his twenties, but why do he wear the clothes of a great Confucian?"

"If you set up an institution, I must have nothing to say, but this one can't. first of all, I have to talk about the origin of this dress, and why did you take the carriage of a great Confucian and set up an institution? Otherwise, I believe all students in the world won't stop!"

"Ha ha..."

This is to smash the field!

Zhang Feng understood.

The old scholar whispered, "this is a normal process and essential. You just need to do it in your own way. You just have to fight with them and convince them of your ability. I heard from the people of sex Du before that there will be great Confucianism to prove for you, so don't be afraid!"

Zhang Feng was calm when he heard the speech.

Yeah.

It was Lao Li who did it, and I haven't seen Lao Li and his friends up to now. Maybe I'm going to do it.

Besides, it's fucking boring, isn't it?

I'll open a college and do your shit!

Don't you just drive one if you have the ability?

"Sir, I don't know your surname. I'm Zhang Feng. Why haven't I heard of your name in Chang'an City?"

The middle-aged Confucian touched his beard, glanced at Zhang Feng lightly and said, "don't worry, your surname is sun. You are from Yushan. You are called Mr. Yushan outside. Do you know if Zhang Feng's little friend has a name?"

"My name is determined by my parents. Is there any change? My name is Zhang Feng. All the neighbors in Tonghui square call me Fengzi, that's all!"

"Hahaha, well said, but it's just your sharp mouth. Do you have any handed down works, or things recognized by many Confucian scholars? If you have, who can prove it?"

Zhang Feng thought for a moment, but he really didn't.

Apart from giving Lao Li some calligraphy treasures, he really doesn't have any heirloom to do.

Zhang Feng couldn't help feeling the loss.

I knew. I left all the things behind. Now I pretend to force it out. Doesn't he smell good?

"Sir, I have something to say!"

Right now.

Standing beside the old scholar, Jing Shu said happily.

Hearing the speech, sun Yushan quickly hugged his fist.

The said Jing Shu doesn't have any title, but who doesn't know in Chang'an City?

Who doesn't know?

This Jingshu zither, which no one can solve, makes Confucianism all over the world scratch their ears and cheeks.

But why did she come here today?

Is it

The one who broke her Zheng song is this boy?

How is this possible?

It is said that it is a masterpiece handed down by Cai Wenji, the daughter of Cai Yong, a great Confucian in the Han Dynasty. However, because of some things, it has become a unique copy in Jingshu's hands. No one can understand this song except her, and no one can decipher the meaning of this song.

But

"It's Miss Jingshu. What do you want to say? Please discuss it later?"

The appearance of Jing Shu immediately made all the students and die hards in an uproar.

"Is it this boy who broke Jingshu's oath?"

"Impossible ~! That zither song has been lost for decades and centuries. How can he de crack it?"

"How did Jing Shu come here? That means a lot!"

Li Chengqian and others looked at the beautiful and sad Jingshu in the crowd, and the clothes like fairies blown by the north wind. Coupled with her cold pretty face, they made people have infinite reverie.

Zhang Feng could not help looking sideways.

But when Jingshu passed by him, she just politely saluted and said, "Mr. Sun, have you heard of the 18 photos of the little girl's eggplant?"

"I've heard this song. I've already memorized it!"

"Does that gentleman know that someone broke the little girl's Zheng song in Yanlai building a month ago?"

"This..."

Sun Yushan looked a little ugly.

"Nature knows."

"Did miss Jingshu say this old gentleman?"

Jingshu shook her head, and the Pearl on the veil on her face also shook.

"No, Mr. Sun, it's this childe Zhang!"

Hum -!

Sun Yushan had guessed for a long time, but he didn't expect that the boy really broke it.

After Cai Yong's death, Cai Wenji was also a talented woman who was famous in the Han Dynasty. What did he produce?

This Zheng song, which even all the great Confucianism United could not guess, was really broken by this boy.

"Childe Zhang, today your academy is open. The little girl has nothing else. She specially presents 18 pictures of eggplant. I hope childe Zhang can play with the little girl. How about it?"