Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

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Ma Su also felt a bit disdainful, because arguing is the best way to test a person's knowledge, at least in Guozijian.

As a guest of the Imperial College, it is impossible for Chen Mao not to know the benefits of this model, but he still favors Hong Bingzheng without hesitation.

"Confucianism has now become a tool for profiting a small group of people!"

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

Chen Mao beckoned a few students and sent the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone to both sides. Then he coughed dryly: "Each person is limited to ten questions, with a stick of incense as the limit. Let's get ready to start."

Fang Xing had his own Ma Su and Liu Pu to help with the ink, so he just watched Hong Bingzheng sitting there with a righteous face, and there were also people waiting for pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The two lines of sight met in mid-air, and onlookers felt as if sparks flashed by.

"Teacher, all right."

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

Liu Pu grinned at Hong Bingzheng. After he was a Xunqi, he would not be afraid of these so-called great scholars.

Hong Bingzheng smiled, as if not caring about such a stubborn behavior.

Fang Xing didn't turn around and said, "Xiao Liu, don't mess with these useless things, they make people laugh."

Liu Pu stood there neatly, but he was still looking around, thinking that he and Ma Su are now one-hundred-for-one.

When Chen Mao saw that he was ready, he urged: "Then start to write questions."

Hong Bing was picking up the writing brush, and he was ready to do it, but he heard Fang Xing say, "I have a problem."

Chen Mao said impatiently: "Let's talk about it."

Fang Xing said: "I'm used to practicing mathematics with big eclipse numbers, can I do it today?"

Chen Mao hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Hong Bingzheng, stalking his neck and said, "No!"

After speaking, he looked at Fang Xing with some worry, but he didn't expect that Fang Xing stretched out, picked up the problem, and started writing and drawing at will.

Both of them came up with questions very quickly, as if they had been prepared in advance.

Fang Xing put down his brush and saw that Hong Bingzheng also finished the topic, he sneered: "I teach disciples every day, so I have a lot of questions, but it seems that Mr. Hong is also full of peaches and plums!"

Hearing this, several people turned red, obviously knowing that Hong Bingzheng did not include any disciples.

But since there are no disciples included, how can you Hong Bing come up with ten questions at once without preparation?

"Does Mr. Hong have the magical skills of the unexplored prophet? Then I have to see and see."

Those insiders who said this were all blushing, especially Chen Mao, who was the host. He looked down slightly and said impatiently: "Now is the time for the test. If there is gossip, wait until the test is over."

"Ha ha!"

For this class of people, Fang Xing could only repay him.

Chen Mao immediately took the two questions and exchanged them.

"Start!"

A stick of incense was ignited under the gaze of everyone, and it was inserted into the incense burner. Everyone's eyes gathered on Fang Xing and Hong Bingzheng.

After Fang Xing got the question from the other party, he looked at it slightly, and his complexion changed drastically, a little pale.

"It seems that he was stumped by Mr. Hong, it really is an embroidered pillow!"

"Mr. Hong's arithmetic study of heaven and humanity is beyond comparison by a liar!"

"Hahaha! I think it would be better for Fang to wake up as soon as he admits defeat, in that case, he can suffer a little bit less!"

"Look, Mr. Hong seems to be somewhat..."

In the womb, today the prince and his family are sitting together.

Zhu Zhanji was a little restless and looked out of the hall from time to time, while his two younger brothers, Zhu Zhanyong, looked more gloomy than last time, completely unlike an eight or nine-year-old child.

Only Zhu Zhanzhen and Wanwan stayed together, solving a maze game given by Fang Xing.

The crown prince looked at her eldest son's appearance and smiled: "We all know Mr. Fang's ability. Isn't that Hong Bingzheng an unscrupulous Jinshi? Why worry."

When Zhu Zhanzhen heard the words, he raised his head and shouted: "I want to be a Jinshi!"

Wanwan grabbed his hair and said impatiently: "Hurry up and find an exit!"

The sound of footsteps came, and Liang Zhong entered in sweat profusely.

"His Royal Highness, Niang Niang, Your Highness Taisun, it has already started over there."

"How's it?"

Zhu Zhanji asked eagerly.

Zhu Gaochi nodded towards Liang Zhong, motioning for him to say quickly.

Liang Zhong wiped off the sweat from his forehead, his face was a little ugly and said: "Both sides have set up questions for the other to do, Hong Bingzheng didn't write, but Mr. Fang's expression is not quite right."

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

In Fangjiazhuang, Zhang Shuhui and Xiao Bai, who were forcibly left behind by Fang Xing, were also fidgeting and waiting for the result.

In the palace, Zhu Di is discussing matters with several important ministers, but today everyone's spirit is not very concentrated, and the efficiency is much lower.

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

"Deserve it! It's better to embarrass him!"

Mrs. Zhang Fu smiled triumphantly.

"Half column incense has arrived!"

The student guarding Xiang Xiang shouted loudly.

Hong Bingzheng saw Fang Xing's eyes looking at the sky, completely helpless, his heart was slightly wider, he just looked down at the questions, and weakly re-dipped the dried brush in ink.

Presumably Fang Xing won't be able to do it, so I have another question on my side that I can do.

Hong Bing was comforting himself, but when he raised his head, he saw Fang Xing smile at him.

"I gave you half a stick of incense, is that enough?"

What?

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

"Is he bragging?"

"I think it's mostly. Maybe he is deceiving and trying to disrupt Mr. Hong's calculations."

"It's really a villain, Mr. Hong can't be fooled by him!"

"I don't think so, Mr. Hong is a great scholar, how advanced is the cultivation of qi, how can he be confused by such little tricks?"

Hearing these words, Hong Bingzheng's face remained unchanged, but Fang Xing noticed that his hands were trembling slightly, and chuckled softly: "I can start..."

In the womb, after Liang Zhong panting and telling everyone what Fang Xing had said, Wanwan lifted the drawing of the maze and cheered: "I knew that Fang Xing was letting him! I knew it!"

Zhu Zhanzhen saw that he was about to find the exit of the maze, but he was scrapped by this one. He stretched out his hand and wanted to reason with his sister, but he immediately thought of a word his prince's father had secretly said.

"This woman! It really makes no sense!"

Zhu Zhanji patted the armrest of the chair and stood up and said, "It really is Brother Dehua, who first showed the enemy's weakness, and then made a surprise attack. This is the art of war!"

And at Zhu Di's place, he also received the letter, and when he heard the words, he stroked his beard and said, "Let's see if that kid is talking wildly."

Hu Guang thought of the students Fang Xing had taught, and smiled: "No matter what, Fang Xing's arithmetic deserves everyone's name."

"Everyone? I'll wait to see the result!" (To be continued.)