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Chapter 1288 The Wuling boys fight over their heads

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    The lake in front of you is rippling, and the small boat is floating empty on the lake. The wind of late autumn blows by, which makes people lose all their secular thoughts and just want to look up to the sky and roar.

    Looking back, Fang Xing looked at the people in the waterside pavilion and said calmly: "Some people say that Zhumen's wine and meat are smelly, and there are bones frozen to death on the road. I don't believe it"

    "Xing Hebo!"

    Someone in the waterside pavilion exclaimed.

    Fan Jin stood up with a smile on his face and prepared to get close to him.

    Fang Qiyuan was also smiling, but he didn't dare to say anything.

    Xu Qing was a little stunned, then annoyed.

    As for those scholars, everyone recalled that Fang Xing was deeply trusted by the Zhu Di family at this time, and many people had already had many clinging thoughts in their minds.

    If your heart moves, take action!

    This is the unity of knowledge and action.

    So, the reserve turned into a smile, even flattery.

    When Fang Xing looked at these faces, he suddenly felt that the world was full of chaos and the world was full of turmoil.

    "Why are you here today?"

    Behind Fang Xing were only Xin Laoqi and Xiao Dao, but standing with his hands behind his back, he made the people in the waterside pavilion feel majestic.

    This is the power that power brings!

    Fan Jin walked out of the waterside pavilion and said with a smile: "Uncle, I am very honored to come here. Today I am holding a cultural gathering here, and I would like to ask for your respect."

    Fang Xing smiled noncommittally. Just when Fan Jin was feeling happy, he asked, "What good article was published today? How much money was published?"

    Gazing across, no one dared to look at him, including Xia Zheng, who claimed to be either the top pick or the top pick.

    The wind blew by, blowing Fang Xing¡¯s green shirt, and also moved the hearts of those businessmen.

    "How many?"

    Fang Xing asked calmly.

    "Threethirty-three thousand strings."

    Xu Qing sweated profusely and said the numbers, and Fang Qiyuan realized that something was wrong.

    "Study assistance? Or trouble?"

    Fang Xing¡¯s words were like a slap, which directly hurt the faces of those scholars.

    The young people in Wuling are fighting for their heads, and they can¡¯t count the number of red silk songs!

    In Fang Xing¡¯s eyes, businessmen became prostitutes, while scholars were naturally those warblings.

    What a shame and humiliation!

    Fang Xing glanced at it and sneered: "Which of you can't get through? Tell me, I'll pay for it right away."

    The scholars in the waterside pavilion could not help but feel humiliated, their faces turned red.

    Are you kidding me?

    Children of Hanmen, the one that can't be opened at home, how can I have time to come here?  No one will invite them here.

    "And everyone present today has achieved fame and fame. Even if they were poor before, they are still modestly wealthy at this time and cannot be related to poor families.

    "You have learned martial arts and become an emperor. Why don't you understand the world and study hard, and why are you selling songs here?!"

    Fang Xing said disdainfully: "Thirty-three thousand strings, what a big head!"

    "It's almost early winter, how many families inside and outside Peiping are suffering from hunger and cold? But you are here talking loudly, do you have any insights? I also wrote a poem, you can appreciate it."

    Fang Xing rarely wrote poetry, and the few poems he did hear were not gorgeous, but they were spicy.  The only normal song is the farewell song for Yao Guangxiao.

    "It is said that during the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties, a businessman, a scholar, a landowner, and a woodcutter were hiding from the snow in the temple. The businessman suggested writing a poem, and he came first"

    "Heavy snow is falling to the ground."

    "The scholar only wants to gain fame, and the second sentence is full of royal aura."

    What a limerick!

    Everyone snickered, but Fang Xing continued with a sarcastic face: "The landlord's family has quite a lot of money and food, so he just said, why not give it another three years."

    This sentence didn¡¯t make sense. Xu Qing, who was relatively familiar with Fang Xing, secretly smiled bitterly, while the scholars were all in a daze.

    What kind of bullshit poem is this!

    "The woodcutter couldn't even open the pot at home, so he just waited for the snow to lighten up so that he could go up the mountain to chop wood. He said the last thing."

    Fang Xing said coldly: "Fuck your mother!"

    The autumn wind was getting colder, and there was total silence in the area centered on Fang Xing.

    Fang Xing turned around and walked away surrounded by Xin Laoqi and Xiaodao.

    &nbsp"The people in the waterside pavilion were stunned for a long time. I don't know who muttered: "If he has the ability, he will build bridges and pave roads! Who can't talk big here!"

    "That's right! My back hurts when I stand and talk. I am a scholar"

    "My uncle donates money every year and never lags behind others in giving porridge. As for building bridges and paving roads, my uncle invented cement and it was used in local areas at the earliest. So when it comes to charity, no one can compare with him. It's just that my uncle made donations every year.  He never preaches!"

    After Xu Qing finished speaking, he cupped his hands casually and said, "I feel ashamed today that I actually had a dispute of temper. Xu took leave."

    Xu Qing took the lead, and southern merchants followed suit.

    "Shopkeeper Xu"

    Fan Jin suddenly felt that he was trapped in a quagmire, and he was eager to grab a life-saving straw.

    But Xu Qing did not look back, and then Fang Qiyuan also stood up and sighed: "Today Fang is wrong, the same surname is Fang. My uncle's realm is a hundred times higher than me. I am ashamed to have this surname! Farewell."

    Fan Jin pulled Fang Qiyuan's sleeve and said in fear: "Shopkeeper Fang, will Uncle Xinghe"

    ¡°Tsk!¡±

    Fang Qiyuan tore off his sleeves without hesitation and walked away with the northern merchant.

    "This is cutting off the robe and cutting off the righteousness!"

    Someone exclaimed, and at the same time, the keen people naturally noticed that something was wrong, so they left one after another.

    ¡°Where¡¯s the money?! Where¡¯s the money!¡±

    A scholar stood in the waterside pavilion, thinking that the money that could have turned him into a small rich man was just missing. He couldn't help but jump to his feet and asked.

    "Money? Do you want to be stripped of your fame? Think about it and leave quickly!"

    In the blink of an eye, except for his own servants, there was no one else in front of Fan Jin.

    "Why is this? Why is this inexplicable?"

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    And Meng Ying didn¡¯t know why. After arriving at the imperial prison, he was put into a single room. After the daze ended, he discovered that there was the sound of reading next door, and the sound seemed to have some impression.

    "Yang Pu? Master Yang?"

    The sound of reading next door paused for a moment, and then Yang Pu's voice came: "Marquis of Baoding, let's study."

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Meng Ying was also determined to climb up to the Confucian general level after all, so she knew it was a university when she heard it.

    Is this person crazy?

    Meng Ying was shocked. Yang Pu had been in prison for many years, but he had been reading classics and history?

    "Mr. Yang, what are you"

    The sound of reading is still loud and not chaotic at all.

    "This man was slandered by the King of Han and was imprisoned for many years, but he was still like this.

    Terrible!  Pitiful!

    In the gloomy prison, Meng Ying gathered her mind and slowly thought about why Zhu Di wanted to deal with her.

    Time passed, and when Meng Ying became a little anxious because she couldn't figure it out, the Fang family received a bunch of visitors asking to see her.

    Muhua stood on the side and watched Fang Xing bathing the big insect and the small insect. This was a way to get close to each other.

    "Dad! The big insect is going to bite you!"

    Potatoes are watering beside them, Ping An is rubbing bugs, and the father and son are enjoying themselves.

    Fang Xing patted the big insect's head away, then applied the soapy water on its body. After rubbing it, it became bubbles. Tudou was so happy when he saw it that he went to help.

    Ping An just clumsily bathed the little insect, and the little insect sat quietly in the tub, unlike the big insect who shook his body from time to time, splashing Fang Xing and Tudou with water.

    After bathing the two dogs, Fang Xing asked Tudou and Ping An to slowly dry the dogs with towels. He clapped his hands and went to the front yard.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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