Chapter 165

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Ma Su also felt a little disdainful, because debate is the best way to test a person's knowledge, at least in the Imperial College.

As a guest of the Imperial College, Chen Mao could not have been unaware of the benefits of this model, but he did not hesitate to favor Hong Bingzheng.

"Confucianism has now transformed into a tool for making profits for a small group of people!"

Ma Su and Liu Pu thought of Fang Xing's words almost at the same time.

Chen Mao beckoned several students and sent the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to both sides. Then he coughed, "each person is limited to ten questions, limited to one incense stick. Get ready to start."

Fang Xing has Ma Su and Liu Pu to help Polish ink, so he just looks at Hong Bingzheng sitting there with a healthy face, and someone is also waiting on his pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The two lines of sight met in mid air, and the bystander felt as if Mars flashed.

"Teacher, OK."

Ma Su put the brush on the pen holder and spread out the good rice paper.

Liu Pu grinned at Hong Bingzheng. He was after Xun Qi, but he wouldn't be afraid of these so-called great scholars.

Hong Bingzheng smiled, as if he didn't care about this kind of naughty behavior.

Fang woke up without looking back and said, "Xiao Liu, don't make these useless, just make people laugh."

Liu Pu just stood there in good order, but he still looked left and right. He felt that he was an enemy of Ma Su today.

Seeing that everything was ready, Chen Mao urged, "let's start making questions."

Hong Bingzheng picked up his brush and was ready to start, but Fang woke up and said, "I have a problem."

Chen Mao said impatiently, "just say it."

Fang Xing said, "I'm used to practicing arithmetic with big food numbers. Can you do it today?"

Chen Mao hesitated, then glanced at Hong Bingzheng, stuck his neck and said, "no!"

Then he looked at Fang Xing with some worry, but unexpectedly, Fang Xing stretched his waist, picked up the problem, and wrote and drew casually.

Both of them worked out questions very quickly, as if they had been prepared in advance.

Fang Xing put down his brush and saw that Hong Bingzheng also completed the problem. He sneered: "I teach disciples every day, so there are many problems, but Mr. Hong seems to be full of peaches and plums all over the world!"

Several of the them blushed at smell of the speech. They obviously knew that Hong Bingzheng did not include his disciples.

But since there are no disciples included, how can you Hong Bing give ten questions without preparation?

"Does Mr. Hong have the divine skill of foretelling? I want to see it."

The insiders at the top of these words all blushed, especially Chen Mao, who was the host. He lowered his eyes slightly and said impatiently, "it's time for the competition. If there's gossip, wait until the competition is over."

"Ha ha!"

For these people, Fang Xing can only repay them with hehe.

Chen Mao immediately took over the two questions and exchanged them.

"Start!"

A incense stick was ignited in full view of the public and inserted into the incense burner. Everyone's eyes gathered on Fang Xing and Hong Bingzheng.

After Fang woke up and got the question from the other party, he looked a little, his face changed greatly and was a little pale.

"It seems that he was baffled by Mr. Hong. Indeed, he was an embroidered pillow!"

"Mr. Hong studies heaven and man in arithmetic, which can't be compared with a liar!"

"Hahaha! I think that party might as well admit defeat right away. In that case, he can suffer less suffering!"

"You see, Mr. Hong seems to have some..."

In the womb, the crown prince and his family rarely sit together today.

Zhu Zhanji was restless and looked out of the hall from time to time. His two younger brothers, Zhu Zhanyong, looked more gloomy than last time. They didn't look like eight or nine year old children at all.

Only Zhu Zhanyi and Wan Wan stay together and are solving a maze game of Fang Xingyu.

The crown princess looked at her eldest son and said with a smile, "we all know Mr. Fang's ability. Isn't that Hong Bingzheng a frustrated Jinshi? Why worry."

When Zhu Zhanyi heard the speech, he raised his head and shouted, "I want to be a Jinshi!"

Wan Wan grabbed his hair and said impatiently, "hurry to find the exit!"

Footsteps came, and Liang Zhong came in sweating.

"Your Highness, empress, your highness TAISUN, it has begun over there."

"How's it going?"

Zhu Zhanji asked eagerly.

Zhu gaochi nodded toward Liang Zhong and motioned him to say quickly.

Liang Zhong wiped the sweat off his forehead and said with an ugly face: "both sides set questions for each other. Hong Bingzheng didn't write, but Mr. Fang's face didn't look right."

"I don't know how my husband is now. I knew I should have followed."

In Fang's village, Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai, who were forced to stay by Fang Xing, were also fidgeting and waiting for the result.

In the Imperial Palace, Zhu Di is holding discussions with several important officials. However, today everyone's spirit is a little less concentrated and the efficiency is much lower.

In the British government, several women reacted differently, worried and cursed.

"You deserve it! It's best to embarrass him!"

Zhang Fu's wife smiled proudly.

"Half a column of incense has arrived!"

The student guarding incense shouted.

When Hong Bingzheng saw Fang Xing looking at the sky, he was completely at a loss. His heart was a little wider. He just looked down at the problems. He was unable to dip the dry brush into the ink again.

I'm sure that Fang won't wake up. There's another problem I can do.

Hong Bingzheng comforted himself, but when he looked up, he saw Fang Xing smiling at him.

"I gave you half a column of incense, but that's enough?"

what?

As soon as everyone heard this, they couldn't believe it and looked at Fang Xing.

"Isn't he bragging?"

"I think it's probably that he's cheating and trying to disrupt Mr. Hong's calculations."

"If you are really a villain, don't be fooled by him, Mr. Hong!"

"I don't think so. Mr. Hong, a great Confucian, is so profound in Qi cultivation that he can't be confused by such small tricks?"

Hearing these words, Hong Bingzheng's face remained unchanged. But Fang woke up and noticed that his hand was trembling slightly, so he smiled and said, "I can start..."

In Tai's womb, when Liang Zhong panted to tell everyone Fang Xing's words, Wan Wan lifted the drawing of the maze and cheered, "I knew Fang Xing was letting him! I knew!"

Zhu Zhanyi was about to find the exit of the maze, but it was abandoned. He stretched out his hand and wanted to reason with his sister, but then he thought of a word secretly said by his crown prince's father.

"This woman! It's unreasonable!"

Zhu Zhanji patted the armrest of the chair and got up and said, "it's really brother Dehua. First show the enemy's weakness, and then the strange soldier rises. This is the art of war!"

At Zhu Di's place, he also received a letter. When he heard the speech, he stroked his beard and said, "let's see if the boy is talking nonsense."

Hu Guang thought of the students taught by Fang Xing and said with a smile, "anyway, Fang Xing's arithmetic can be called everyone."

"Everyone? I'll wait and see the result!"