Chapter 229: Shame on oneself
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After three times and two renderings, now Shi Xi Zhi and others have fully realized how big Fan Hongdao's face is here, and at the same time, they have "trusted" Fan Hongdao. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
So when they heard that someone was coming to "compete for the wind", they didn't care, they were very sure that this was not a problem for Fan, and with Fan's ability, they could definitely be even.
And Fan Hongdao only thought that the old bustard had added a drama without authorization, giving himself an extra layer of support, but he was still calm and relaxed, and asked casually: "Why is someone disturbing again?"
The old bustard was a little nervous, and replied to Fan Hongdao: "Wait for the old body to ask what is going on." Then he went to ask the messenger, "Where is the guest?"
Na Wangba hurriedly replied: "They haven't signed up yet, but they are holding Li Shaoqing's letter, and they look like the sons of powerful families." โ
Li Zhi and Li Shaoqing are the biggest benefactors of Zhao Shengluan and Miss Zhao, and they even have the meaning of half of the backstage, so of course their status is high. Therefore, the guests introduced by Li Shaoqing's letter must not be ordinary. Add a stopper, insert a queue, it should be no problem.
The old bustard turned to Fan Hong again and said, "Mr. Fan, how do you think this is good?"
Fan Hongdao couldn't help but be confused, is this the old bustard's own initiative to add drama to set off himself, or is there really a guest who wants to rob him?
The old bustard probably understood what Fan Hongdao was thinking, and hinted: "The old body didn't expect that there would be such an uninvited guest who came suddenly tonight. โ
Fan Hongdao was taken aback, he was really a jealous person.
Among Fan Hongdao's classmates, there was a man surnamed Chen who was impatient at first, and shouted to the old bustard: "Why is this mother so arrogant? I am not a person who has never seen a scene, and I have never heard of a mother who has to be disturbed by other guests again and again after making an appointment with someone in advance! Is it because he looks down on our classmate Fan?"
Fan Hongdao originally thought that if he really couldn't do it, he would back down. But after the classmates said this, if they gave in again, wouldn't they be embarrassed and give up all their efforts in front of them? Thinking about it, I could only secretly sigh that I was cocooning myself, and I had gone too far before, so that the classmates had a delusion.
Let's take a look at what is sacred, Fan Hongdao thought while pretending to be calm, and looked out of the hall with his eyes. But I saw more than a dozen people walking into the courtyard, looking through the lights, most of them were dressed as scholars.
Fan Hongdao was a little relieved for the time being, if the people who came were all nobles and nobles, and they spoke by the size of their fists, then he would not have much to do, most of them would be the end of Xiucai and Bing, unless Li Xiaoniang was by his side.
But this group of people seems to be of the scholar class, at most they are the children of the ministers of the DPRK and the Central People's Republic of China, and they are not so terrible compared to scholars like Fan Hongdao.
The group walked along the steps to the platform, and also saw Fan Hongdao and others in the hall, and couldn't help but stand on the platform. The leader was a twenty-four-five-year-old young man, and when he saw that Fan Hongdao in the hall was extraordinary, not like an ordinary person, he stepped forward and asked, "Who is Your Excellency?"
Fan Hongdao replied truthfully: "Fan Hongdao in Lower Jinling, now Guozijian is studying. Then he asked rhetorically: "Dare to ask Your Excellency's name?"
It turns out that you are Fan Hongdao? The young man's face immediately showed a little strangeness, and he replied: "In Xia Wang Heng, Nanzhi Taicang people's clan." โ
Wang Heng Fan Hongdao didn't have much impression of this name, but seeing that this person's style must have come from the family of the eunuchs, he continued to ask: "Actually, what I want to ask is which lord in the court is Ling Zun?"
The faces of the surrounding people couldn't help but twitch, Fan Hongdao's question was really straightforward enough, and it faintly meant to watch people cook.
Wang Heng replied succinctly: "My father is a Xijue, and now he is in the cabinet." Then he stared at Fan Hongdao with interest, as if he wanted to know how Fan Hongdao would react.
Fan Hongdao and his classmates exclaimed slightly, this Wang Heng turned out to be the son of Wang Xijue, a cabinet scholar, and now Fan Hongdao's face is afraid that it will not be enough. People who are familiar with people's feelings immediately think of Wang Shizhen, Grandmaster Wang and Wang Xijue, who were scolded to death by Fan Hongdao, are both from Taicang, Suzhou.
And Fan Hongdao understands better, no wonder Wang Heng has Li Zhi's letter in his hand, this Li Zhi is a student of Wang Xijue, there is this relationship, it is not strange that Li Zhi introduced Wang Heng here.
Not only Wang Heng, everyone is looking at Fan Hongdao.
Fan Hongdao quickly glanced at the characters around Wang Heng a few times, seeing that they were all dressed as scholars, he suddenly felt a move in his heart, and asked others: "Dare to ask who is the master of Zhujun?" I wonder if Fan Hongdao is fortunate enough to know?"
Those who came with Wang Heng replied one by one: "In the Lower Tang Dynasty literature, Songjiang Huating people's clan. โ
"Under Gu Yuncheng, Nanzhi Wuxi people's clan. โ
"In Xia Yuan Zongdao, Huguang Gongren's clan. โ
"In the lower Chang Dao, Huguang Hanyang people's clan. โ
"In Xia Yang Daobin, Fujian Jinjiang people's clan. โ
"In Xia Huang Ruliang, Fujian Jinjiang people's clan. โ
"In Xialin Maogui, a native of Zhangpu, Fujian. โ
Hearing the name "Gu Yuncheng", Fan Hongdao took a few more looks. If memory serves, this person is the younger brother of Gu Xiancheng, the future leader of the Donglin Party, and one of the Eight Gentlemen of Donglin.
Hearing the name "Yuan Zongdao", Fan Hongdao secretly shook again. Among these people, Yuan Zongdao should be regarded as the most famous in history, with great achievements in the field of literature, and his two brothers are called Three Yuan, one of the founders and leaders of the Gong'an faction.
Fan Hongdao couldn't help but sigh again and again in his heart, it can be seen from Gu Yuncheng and Yuan Zongdao that the quality of these people who gathered with Wang Heng is not low. And he was sure that these people were probably here to take the exam.
Then Fan Hongdao pointed to the others and said to Wang Heng: "Aren't they all the examiners of the current department?" I heard that Wang Ge Lao is the chief examiner of the current subject, and you, as the son of the chief examiner, don't seem to be very appropriate to mingle with the people, you should always avoid suspicion, right?"
I have to say that Fan Hongdao's reaction was still very fast, and he immediately grasped the problem.
But Wang Heng said very arrogantly: "Wang Ge is always Wang Ge Lao, Wang Heng is Wang Heng, my father is my father, I am me, don't mix it up! What my Wang Heng does has nothing to do with him, and my father's likes and dislikes have nothing to do with me!"
Fan Hongdao was very surprised, this second generation has a lot of personality, this tone is not uncommon at all to touch his father's light, and he desperately wants to be separated from his father.
That's right, if under normal circumstances, when a son sees someone his father hates, he should have "turned red when the enemy sees each other", instead of talking to himself calmly.
Shi Xizhi pulled Fan Hongdao's sleeve and said in a low voice: "Or, forget it tonight?"
These classmates of Fan Hongdao have long been shocked by each other's origins. The sons of a pavilion family, seven or eight celebrities from all over the country, made them ashamed of themselves, and they did not have the courage to fight in person.