Chapter 1382

Liu Guan was very ashamed. As soon as he saw Fang Xing, he mocked himself and said, "I was cheated by Chen Shengduo's weakness. Who knows that this man is deeply hidden and ashamed."

Fang Xing was writing a memorial. When he heard the speech, he put his pen aside and said, "this man is just delaying time. Once the capital takes Chen Shuo, the scribe will be able to copy things. But why is this man sure that Chen Shuo can turn over? It's ridiculous."

Liu Guan sat down and said with a worried face, "three of the six Jinling departments have been won, and Zheng duomian, who has been investigated in the hospital, has not been spared. Your highness is too anxious! It should be handled by your majesty."

"What are you worried about?"

Zhu Zhanji came down with the intention of Li Wei. It doesn't seem to be much to win the three books. If it's not that the Minister of rites is just fooling around and doesn't have specific things to do, he can also win them.

Liu Guan looked at the door and said in a low voice, "don't forget science. Your highness is close to science. It's no secret. This time, one guy won three Shangshu, one Zuo Du imperial historian, and the following officials were arrested more than 300 people. Xinghe Bo, don't underestimate the southerners!"

Fang Xing said coldly, "three of the six were beaten. Who else dares to make waves?"

Liu Guan said with a wry smile, "to tell the truth, I wouldn't want to say it if I wasn't worried about being implicated in the future."

Fang Xing's face remained unchanged: "Lord Liu, please."

Liu Guan stared at Fang Xing and said slowly, "it doesn't matter if you hit all three Shangshu. Xinghe Bo knows... Is science spreading in the South now?"

Fang Xing already understood, he said, "but it's just spreading around ordinary people who can't go to school all their life. Isn't it..."

Liu Guan sat up straight and said with a smile: "Xinghe Bo, the people have learned science... How do you let those gentry and officials govern them?"

Fang Xing was still expressionless. Liu Guan sighed, "Xinghe Bo, I've seen several scientific books. It's really useful for enlightening the wisdom of the people... What about the officials... And where do you place the sage?"

Fang Xing smiled: "the literary style in the south is prosperous. It is said that every village has a village school. Are you still afraid of science?"

Liu Guan's body tilted back, hissed and inhaled exaggeratedly, glanced sideways at Fang and woke up: "but this trip to the south is too big. Xinghe Bo and Liwei are not so established. It's no secret for your highness to be close to science. Six went to three, plus a Zuo Du imperial censor. Hundreds of officials were arrested. Xinghe Bo, what are you doing?"

This sounds like a question, but Fang woke up with a smile. I don't know what wind Liu Guan smoked today, but he took the initiative to show his kindness.

Liu Guan said frankly, "this is a horse honeycomb. If I don't do well, I will be hated by the southern literati, so even for myself, I have to persuade, but... It's too late."

What's the end of stabbing a beehive?

"After the officials have escaped the disaster, they will be afraid. What xinghebo is afraid of is naturally clear, so... They can't move, but there are outstanding people in the South and many prestigious gentry. These talents are the actual controllers of the south. Xinghebo can't be underestimated!"

Fang woke up and said expressionless, "this is just a collision, and it's just a tentative collision. Fang has been looking forward to it for a long time..."

As the northern expedition was approaching, Zhu Di's body was also going downhill. Fang Xing had long wanted to find an opportunity to touch with the writers in the south. It was a test to test the other party's bottom line and tell him his bottom line.

Fang Xing went to the door, looked at the sun and said with a smile: "this man is like a person all year round. He is not plain sailing. The sun is shining today, and it may rain heavily tomorrow..."

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The South has always been the rear of the Central Plains. Since the Song Dynasty, the South has been singing and dancing until the eve of the subjugation.

This environment also makes the commerce and trade in the South developed. With money, you must study, so there are many schools everywhere.

There is a professor in yingtianfu. Please note that this professor is not a professor of the Imperial College. He is the only professor in yingtianfu.

From Jiupin, it seems very low, but in his early years, he worked as a professor in various parts of the south. Until he was more than 60 years old, his children and grandchildren worried about his health and urged him to retire at home.

Such people seem insignificant, but when Yan Bingxing's 60th birthday, people from all over the Ming Dynasty almost drowned the Yan family.

This was a big party before Yan Bingxing retired, and it was also his birthday to pave the way for his children and grandchildren. So far, he semi retired at home.

When he was old, he had to know how to maintain his health, so Yan Bingxing would take a walk in the hospital after getting up every day, accompanied by his concubine Feiyan, who had just been in the hospital for half a year.

Yan Bingxing's face is always flat. His long teaching career makes him not angry. Three wisps of long beard flutter, and the corners of the mouth bend on both sides. Ordinary people will feel empty when they see it.

But Feiyan can't. at the age of 17, a green man, his slim figure adds a little tenderness to Yan Bingxing's face.

"Sir, you didn't sleep well last night. Have a rest after breakfast."

Feiyan's head tilted playfully in front of Yan Bingxing's body, his hands behind him, and his figure became more and more attractive.

Yan Bingxing is glaring, but Feiyan is his good heart in the past six months. He is not afraid at all.

"What do you know? It's a big deal. I naturally have to consider it."

Yan Bingxing waved, and Feiyan jumped over, then stretched out his little hand and let the hand with old age spots hold it.

After breakfast, Yan Bingxing called his eldest son Yan Pengju, and then Yan Pengju set up a car and went out with his father.

Yan Pengju is very steady. At present, he is a professor of the Five Classics in the Imperial College of Jinling. His position is not high, but Yan Bingxing has face. No one does not give him face from offering wine to the following factotum.

However, outside the big house, the guard was Zhu Zhanji's bodyguard, but he didn't know the reputation of Yan family.

"Your Highness is dealing with political affairs and has no time to see guests. Please go back."

Yan Pengju was stunned. There was no one who didn't know his family in Jinling City, but

There was a dry cough behind him. Yan Pengju hurried to help his father get off the bus.

Yan Bingxing, dressed in blue, arched his hand and said, "I should have seen your Highness from Professor Yan Bingxing of Tianfu. Please inform me."

When the bodyguard saw Yan Bingxing's temperament, he put away his contempt and nodded and said, "wait."

Soon the bodyguard came back, nodded and said, "Mr. Yan, please come in."

Yan Bingxing nodded slightly and went into the big house with the help of Yan Pengju.

After seeing Zhu Zhanji and Fang Xing in the lobby, Yan Bingxing didn't even look at Fang Xing, but respectfully saluted Zhu Zhanji.

Zhu Zhanji didn't know this person at first. Later, Fei Shi introduced him. Only then did he know Yan Bingxing's heel, so he pulled out the redundancy to meet him.

"Mr. Yan, please sit down."

The elderly, no matter who they are, will always be given preferential treatment.

After Yan Bingxing sat down, he arched his hands and said with bright eyes, "Your Highness, I heard that your highness wants to promote science..."

Zhu Zhanji smiled and said, "what does Mr. Yan mean?"

The superior should not make a statement easily, otherwise it is the handle.

Yan Bingxing's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had looked at those students who made mistakes before. "Your Highness, I have seen the so-called science, but it is a school of bewitching people. If we vigorously promote this way, the world will go down and the people's heart will not go back to ancient times. If we go on for a long time, the great Ming Dynasty will be in danger!"

Fang Xing looked at Yan Bingxing, and his words pushed Zhu Zhanji's avoidance tactics back.