Seventy-eighth

"As long as it's not your disciple or mantle disciple, I don't care. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Huang Wenfeng looked at Fu Juren, who had a dark face, and said with a relaxed face, not minding at all.

"You!"

Fu Juren's face was red by Huang Wenfeng's anger, and he wanted to smash Huang Wenfeng's front teeth with a punch, but he had to admit in his heart that what Huang Wenfeng said made sense.

Situ Xing is not his own disciple, let alone a mantle disciple, even if he turns to Huang Wenfeng's disciples, no one will say anything.

This is the Taoist Confucianism of Huang Wenfeng, their lineage inherited from Chen Luan, Shao Zi, advocating the study of Huang Lao, advocating the integration of Confucianism and Taoism. ”

Fu Juren saw that Huang Wenfeng was interested in Situ Xing, so he hurriedly stepped forward and scolded angrily.

When Situ Xing heard that Huang Wenfeng's Taoist and Confucian lineage was not out of office, he did not establish a dynasty, and he couldn't help but shake his head secretly, Confucianism does not depend on people, the king does not prosper, and the Confucianism that does not come out of office, how can it be possible to truly realize the words, meritorious service, and virtue?

What's more, although he is brave and wears Confucian clothes, he still values the rule of law in his bones and is an out-and-out legalist.

Legalism is more dependent on the human king than Confucianism. Only with the help of the power of the king of men can we do the way of revolution, how can we not be out of office?

"Although I am not an official, I have many old friends in the DPRK and China. ”

"You are a corrupt Confucian, dare to lie to me?"

"Although I advocate not to be a scholar, but there is a reputation as the prime minister of the mountain, whether it is the lord or the prince of the court, there are many questions, the court is Tian Shelang, and the twilight is the son of heaven. ”

Huang Wenfeng saw the hesitation in Si Tuxing's eyes, and his face couldn't help but change greatly, and he scolded angrily.

"Thou art a wretch. ”

Fu Juren's face did not change, and he replied angrily.

"The old man has no close friends in the court, and the teacher can't be successful?"

Huang Zicheng looked at the two of them glaring angrily, winked mischievously at Situ Xing, and pouted, with a playful face.

Suddenly, he found that there was clear handwriting on the broken tabletop, which was the "Burrow Inscription" written by Situ Torture.

"The strength penetrates the back of the paper, and the wood is three points, and Situ has such attainments at a young age, which is really amazing. ”

Huang Zicheng couldn't help but be secretly shocked in his heart, although this wooden board is not as good as the original manuscript, it is also a rare thing. Unable to care about the two old children who were arguing, the little wings held the plank in their arms, like a treasure.

Huang Wenfeng saw Huang Zicheng's movements out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes showed a look of satisfaction, and even his face unnaturally showed a hint of triumph.

Fu Juren looked at Huang Wenfeng's expression, as if he suddenly thought of something, and his face became even darker.

"Little bastard, put it down for me!"

When Fu Juren found out and turned around, Huang Zicheng was already hiding behind Huang Wenfeng with a wooden plank, as if he was a fox stealing chickens, with an indescribable smug look on his face.

"You are an old horseman, an angry old man. ”

Fu Juren looked at the wooden board engraved with the Burrow inscription in Huang Zicheng's hand, and Huang Wenfeng's smug and defensive expression, and felt that his chest was blocked for a while.

"Zicheng often said that he is a good friend with you, and he can be a guest at my house when he has time. Although my family is poor, there are thousands of books, and there are even more authentic works of Confucian ink treasures in the past dynasties. ”

Huang Wenfeng saw that Fu Juren's face was red, and he wanted to be furious, so he hurriedly pulled Huang Zicheng and left in a hurry.

"Situ, the old man also has a collection of thousands of books at home, you can read them at will. ”

Seeing Huang Wenfeng go away, Fu Jusheng's cold face suddenly became gentle, and he said softly.

The students around looked at Fu Juren in disbelief, is this still Fu Xuezheng, who is known for his rigorous study and iron face?

"Thank you!"

Situ hurriedly saluted and expressed his gratitude.

"Hugh wants to listen to Huang Wenfeng's words, and doing knowledge honestly is the right way. ”

Fu Juren looked at the gentle and elegant Situ and said with some satisfaction. Afraid that he would be bewitched by Huang Wenfeng, he said with some admonition.

"Students understand!"

Situ Xing is also a very assertive person, and the first-class Confucianism and Taoism are only one of them, and most of his thoughts are cut off. After all, Situ Xing is a descendant of the Legalist family, and his thirst for power is far greater than that of ordinary Confucian disciples.

"Well, it's good if you understand!"

"Open the table, don't let that old bastard spoil your nature. Today, Situ wrote a poem in Mingzhou and included it in "Wen Yi Dao", and we can witness it with our own eyes, which is a fortunate thing for us and a fortunate thing for Zhibei County. ”

"The old man proposes, for this matter, everyone drinks this cup!"

After Fu Juren returned to the main seat, he did not sit down immediately, but picked up the wine bottle and said excitedly.

Color!

Color!

Color!

All the talents and businessmen stood up, raised their wine glasses, and cheered loudly in congratulations.

Situ Xing didn't dare to hold it up, so he hurriedly stood up, and saluted Fu Juren and many students one by one with a wine glass, no matter how high or low, but begged everyone to greet him.

lest you lose the face of others because of carelessness. Eventually, it leads to resentment.

Fu Juren looked at Si Tu Xing with satisfaction, it is really rare to be able to maintain not arrogance and impatience on such an occasion at such an age.

Just as he was about to announce that the poetry meeting would enter the next link, his eyes inadvertently swept to the barbecue, and his face couldn't help but become gloomy.

It turned out that there was a long hair on the roasted beef, which was particularly eye-catching.

When the maid saw the black hair, she covered her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from making a sound, but her face showed a look of shock.

"Who is the person in charge of the barbecue today? How dare you be so rude? Is this planning to choke the old man to death?"

Fu Ju's figure rose violently, knocked down the barbecue on the table, and asked angrily.

"How can this be reasonable, it is really unreasonable, press that chef on me, and this son will personally interrogate him!"

Li Chengze saw that Fu Juren's face was red, and there was an unconcealable anger in his eyes, so he hurriedly stepped forward to curry favor and said.

"No!"

"No!"

After the two subordinates bowed their heads and agreed, they quickly ran to the back kitchen. After a while, a man dressed in sackcloth and trembling with fright came to the field.

"Raise your head, I'm here to ask you, is the beef roasted today?"

Fu Juren looked at the man kneeling on the ground with a gloomy face, and asked loudly.

"Back to the adult, it is the villain who bakes. ”

When the man in sackcloth saw Fu Juren's eyes, he was intimidated by Fu Juren's majesty, like a mouse seeing a cat, and his whole body trembled and said.

"Let me ask you, has this barbecue ever been borrowed from someone else?"

Fu Juren asked again in a cold voice.

"Never!"

The man in sackcloth lowered his body, sweating like rain all over his body, and said tremblingly.

"You actually roasted it with your own hands, and you never borrowed it from someone else's hands, so tell me what happened to this hair? Are you going to choke the old man to death?"

Fu Juren's face suddenly became ugly, and he shouted loudly with a bit of hideousness.