"What do you want to make a fuss about?"

Fang Congzhe appeared beside Yang Xin with a exhausted look.

Later, Jin Yiwei hurriedly brought him a chair.

"You don't care what I'm messing with, this is good for us northerners, Your Majesty has approved the performance of the Holy Father, and you have already issued a vote, it is not right for some people in the Rites to refute the Decree for reasons that we all understand, and even the Rites have people who can't stand it, let alone these scholars.

It is their power that they beat the drum.

If things are uneven, there will naturally be people.

His Majesty will personally review their letters.

The Cabinet only needs to continue to issue votes according to His Majesty's wishes. ”

Yang Xin said.

"The ticket will come out of the old man's meeting, but you are not afraid of making such a big fuss, and in the end there is no recovery between the north and the south?

The matter of the imperial examination has been compromised with each other again and again for hundreds of years, and it is not something that you young people can come up with at once by patting your head, from the north-south list in the time of Taizu to the later north-south volume, and then to the current north-south and middle three volumes to take scholars separately, this is a method that all parties find acceptable after two hundred years between the north and the south.

It is true that southerners almost dominate the first class, but there are rules and restrictions on the selection of Gujishi, and there was only one southerner in a group of Jijishi.

I'm from a Gurgis background.

Southerners don't really control the cabinet because of this.

It is true that there are more high-ranking officials in the south, but the southerners control the wealth.

Su Songchang These places are indeed full of imperial examination families, and dozens of jinshi are indispensable in each subject, and even Dingjia is indispensable, but the food eaten by the imperial court is people's, and the taxes paid by a government in Suzhou exceed those of most provinces.

If you want people to be willing to pay these taxes, you have to give them benefits.

What will they think of you making such a fuss?

Originally, I could guarantee that there would be at least one or even two of these places in the first class of this subject, but none of them could come out of the riding and archery assessment, and those who could have won the top prize were forced by you to be in the top three, can they have no resentment in their hearts? Can their family even Sang Zi be free of resentment? Even those southern officials in the imperial court would be upset for them.

They really can't help you.

But they will think that it is the northerners who have united against the southerners.

Does this court still want to be harmonious? ”

Fang Congzhe said.

At this time, there was already a sea of people below, and those pavilion elders were persuading among the scholars, and some were even reprimanding them, but the result was that there were more and more northern scholars joining the ranks of kneeling, and some people had begun to shout slogans impatiently, and there were more and more people watching, and several pavilion elders were urging the Jinyi guards to drive away, but the latter continued to watch indifferently.

"But we don't need harmony, do we?"

Yang Xin said with a pure face.

Fang Congzhe looked at him with complicated eyes.

Apparently this little villain is even worse than he thought!

These bastards are deliberately provoking things and provoking the struggle between the officials and gentry in the north and the south, and then they make a profit, playing the role of the backbone of the northerners, playing one faction and fighting another faction in the imperial court, and using support for northern officials to deal with the Donglin Party. People don't care about the harmony of the court at all, what people want is not harmony, and when they are harmonious, they will become the gentry and officials of the north and the south to unite against them, only if the north and the south are not harmonious, they have room to maneuver, I have to say that this little villain is too cunning.

As soon as he returned to the capital, he designated that something would happen.

But......

"You guys do it for yourselves!"

Elder Fang Ge sighed, then stood up and left.

What could he do?

He's also helpless!

This little villain is the future of the Fang family after all!

It is true that their Fang family is from Huzhou, but it is their ancestral hometown, and their native home is the Northern Capital Jinyi Wei.

The Fang family is also from the north.

At this time, there was a commotion behind them, Yang Xin and Fang Congzhe turned their heads at the same time, and saw the same team appear on the street behind, led by Wen Zhenmeng, also holding a book, followed by Chen Renxi holding the tablet of Confucius, then Hua Yuncheng, Fang Yizao, and even Huang Daozhou, Li Mingrui, etc., in short, Yang Xin knew basically all the undergraduate people in the south.

Even Lu Xiangsheng is there.

He probably doesn't need to care about the riding and archery assessment.

But as a southern lifter, this kind of thing cannot be absent.

Before the team that had clearly come to the ring had entered the right gate of Chang'an, it angered several northern scholars who were about to come to petition, and they simply blocked the city gate.

You have to go through this door to knock on the drum.

The main gate of this super-large urn city in front of Chengtian Gate is Daming Gate, this can not be opened at will, and the entry and exit can only be taken to the left and right Chang'an Gate, and the royal road in Daming Gate runs through the middle until Chengtian Gate, and the royal road is not allowed to go casually, so that this area is divided into east and west halves. Although the two halves are only separated by the royal road, because they can't take the royal road, they are not allowed to cross, and the Dengwen Drum Courtyard is in the right gate of Chang'an, and it is at the head of the corridor that stretches to the Daming Gate, so if you want to knock on the Dengwen Drum, you have to go to the right gate of Chang'an.

These northern gentlemen were obviously cunning.

As soon as they blocked this door, these southern scholars couldn't knock on the drums, and they couldn't even enter the ring with a fart.

The Jinyi guard guarding the door below raised his head and looked at Yang Dudu with an inquiring gaze.

The latter waved his hand.

In this case, Jinyiwei doesn't care.

The northern scholars inside the door also saw this scene, and someone quickly got up and rushed over, and hundreds of scholars blocked all the three door openings of the right gate of Chang'an in a blink of an eye, and then Wen Zhenmeng and others arrived, these guys are also very cunning, Wen Zhenmeng's body is relatively weak, in fact, the first few are very weak. So Lu Xiang was promoted to a higher force value and the soldiers were pushed to the front, in addition to him, there was also Huang Daozhou, Huang Daozhou's body was not strong, but his personality was more brave and fierce.

I don't know the other Yang Xin, and there are thousands of people in this team.

The two sides were thus crowded in front of the city gates.

A few pavilion elders inside the door scolded the Jinyi guards and asked them to pull away the soldiers blocking the door from behind, but the Jinyi guards continued to ignore the pavilion elders, and the trembling pavilion elders couldn't stop the northern scholars from passing, and these guys who were all sixty or seventy years old could only watch helplessly.

The gates of the city were completely blocked.

Just like the enemy army and the gatekeeper who broke through the city gate, the north and south scholars pushed each other and spat each other at the entrance of the right gate of Chang'an, like a group of vicious dogs barking through the fence, but it is still a bit exaggerated to say that the fight is still a bit exaggerated, after all, everyone is used to the gentleman not moving his hands. Including Lu Xiangsheng didn't make a move, he and a northern scholar on the opposite side also spat at each other, and Huang Daozhou was obviously very eloquent, fighting three alone, and those three were actually a little down.

However, their spitting does not mean that the back can hold back, and besides, such a gathering does not know the front, just like a car that can't be stopped, the soldiers behind continue to crowd forward.

In the blink of an eye, they were huddled together.

"For the North!"

On the city wall, Yang Xin suddenly howled like a convulsion.

Lu Xiangsheng and the others looked at him speechlessly.

At this time, the few northern scholars who couldn't spray Zodiac Zhou looked at Zodiac Zhou, who was pushed over from behind, and pushed it out very unceremoniously......

"Stop pushing!"

Zodiac Zhou was in a hurry, and the local sounds came out.

A few of his Zhangzhou dialects could be understood, and the scholar on the other side thought that he was scolding himself, so he gave him a punch directly in annoyance, and Huang Daozhou subconsciously screamed......

"Beat people, northerners beat people!"

There was a scream of Wu Yu in the back.

Lu Xiangsheng, who was squeezed and dizzy, happened to see the gentleman retract his fist.

"Why are you beating?"

He grabbed the latter's fist and asked.

A few southern scholars thought that he was fighting with the opposite side, and immediately rushed forward to help, one of them couldn't reach it, so he simply took out five taels of silver, and smashed it at the northern scholar, saying that five taels of silver, they were about to catch up with a small Furlong machine cannonball, and the smallest Furlong machine cannonball was only three taels, and the ingot of silver hit the man's brain, and he saw blood all of a sudden......

The latter screamed.

Then he touched the blood on his head, and then roared straight at the southern gentleman.

"Help!"

The latter screamed and turned and ran backwards.

Lu Xiangsheng grabbed the northern scholar......

"Beat people, southerners beat people!"

A soldier on the other side shouted.

Then those northern scholars rushed forward, Lu Xiangsheng was then pulled by three people, he dragged the man to break free smoothly, and grabbed the back of the scholar who threw the silver forward, picked up his fist and hit it, and a southern scholar next to him also smashed it with a punch, and several southern scholars on the opposite side also woke up, and quickly took out the silver one by one as a weapon to throw. The northern scholars were shot again and again, and the screams kept sounding, but the northern scholars who were beaten by the silver broke out with a fierce courage, roaring forward one by one, opening their fists and beating wildly, in terms of physical fitness, their advantage was still not small, and those southern scholars were beaten one by one and screamed continuously.

Poor Huang Daozhou was caught in the middle of the battlefield, and because of the lack of Lu Xiangsheng's force value, he was punched several times in the blink of an eye.

"Quick, throw a rope down!"

Yang Xin shouted.

Jin Yiwei hurriedly threw the rope down.

Huang Daozhou was at a loss, and suddenly a life-saving rope appeared in front of him, of course, he grabbed it without hesitation, and the brocade guard above quickly lifted him into the air, and no one cared about him in the chaos, he held the rope in mid-hollow and watched the scuffle below.

Below, Lu Xiangsheng still has the strength to fight, and the rest of the southern scholars fled to both sides in horror in the frenzied beating of the northern scholars, but behind them, those southern scholars who had not yet been beaten used silver as weapons for long-range attacks. The power of the silver bullet is still very effective, so although most of the southern scholars in front of them were beaten with blue noses and swollen faces, those northern scholars also had a lot of hanging colors, and a few northern scholars simply picked up the silver on the ground and threw it back, but some people secretly picked it up.

Thus began the battle between the Southern Silver Bullet and the Northern Fist.

Thus the Zodiac Week rises......

"Brother Xuan, don't come to harm?"

Yang Xin lay on the battlement, looking at him with a bright smile.