Chapter 388

"Master, there are many gifts."

Fang Jielun thought of the boxes and cages sent by those people just now and said, "the old slave looked at it and estimated that there could be thousands of gold."

"No! Tell them to take them home."

Fang Xing just thought a little and knew who did it.

Even Zhang Shuhui knew what the arrival of the matchmaker meant. She just looked at Fang Xing silently, and then went out to arrange a celebration banquet.

"What a disgusting person!"

After arriving at the study, Fang Xing frowned and said, "these people are flattering me on the surface, but secretly who knows what they think!"

"Kill!"

Huang Zhong analyzed and said, "uncle has overturned Zheng Heng. There must be people in Xun Qi who are jealous. This is a superficial show of kindness, but secretly I hope uncle will be complacent!"

Fang Xing sneered: "unfortunately, this kindness was betrayed by Fang!"

Huang Zhong said anxiously, "uncle, but this news can't hide from your majesty."

Fang woke up and said, "Bolu, you must understand that in my position, you must not be a party or a group, otherwise sooner or later..."

Don't bother talking to smart people. Huang Zhong immediately said: "yes, uncle, as your Highness's teacher and future emperor and teacher, if you have close contacts with civil and military officials, your majesty can't get through no matter what others think."

Fang woke up, felt the festive atmosphere outside and said, "there must be an end to this matter. Your majesty is expected to act soon, and I..."

Fang woke up and said, "I'm going to change places. First, to avoid the upcoming contradictions, as for" this is OK... "

"Eh! How can the preface of this article not match the Afterword!"

"Tut tut! Even the font is confused. It can be seen that the man has been flustered!"

"It's a pity to fall short!"

Cheng Qiang was also among them. When he saw the familiar font, he shook his body a few times, and then rushed out of the crowd. He didn't know that his shoes ran away.

"I'm in! I'm in!"

"Ha ha ha! I'm in... I'm Cheng Qiang, Jieyuan!"

Uh!

Seeing this familiar scene, Fang woke up and wanted to slap him.

"Come back! You come back!"

Yan XuBen almost collapsed when he was hit by this test paper. When he saw that his nephew was crazy, he couldn't help feeling sad.

Today, he made a big fuss in shuntianfu Yamen. Even if no one investigated, he knew he had lost the moment Cheng Qiang's test paper was posted.

I should have waited first!

Go and ask after elder brother gets well. In that case, there will be no shame today!

After being denounced by Zhu Di, YAN Dan went home and said he was ill. No one was seen.

After the reporter went after Cheng Qiang, Yan Xu saw a smiling face.

A hateful smiling face!

Fang woke up on his horse and arched his hand and said, "Mr. Yan is really tireless in destroying people. Today, Mr. Fang is an eye opener, but I don't know if Mr. Yan of the Li family academy can stay? Ha ha!"

Seeing Fang Xing laughing and leaving, Yan Xu couldn't figure out how his nephew could play abnormally for no reason?

And it's the last one!

And he had no face to go back to Li's Academy, otherwise he would be stabbed in the spine.

Aren't you Yan Xu? But none of your students won the rural examination this year. Even your nephew, who is as good as you, was crazy because of his failure!

And Fang Xing?

He has only one disciple, but he is such a lonely disciple. He not only won the exam, but also Jieyuan!

I ask you if Yan Xu is not satisfied!

After returning home, Fang Xing wrote a memorial and asked someone to send it to Zhu Zhanji.

In the study, Fang Xing asked Xiaodao, "how much powder did you put on the edge of Cheng Qiang's Cup before the last scene?"

The knife thought, "Sir, I coated almost all the powder you gave."

Mardan!

Fang Xing waved the knife away.

Before leaving, the knife asked curiously, "Sir, what's that powder for?"

Fang Xing held a small bottle in his hand and waved. After the knife went out, he sighed, "Cheng Qiang is in good health! He can still finish writing after eating so many drugs. He is really a talent!"

On the bottle in Fang Xing's hand, if anyone knows it, he will recognize it.

——Tartaric acid... Tablets!