Chapter 162: Is It Enough Time for Me to Let You Half a Pillar of Incense?

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

As a guest of Guozijian, it was impossible for Chen Mao not to know the benefits of this model, but he still did not hesitate to favor Hong Bingzheng.

"Confucianism has now degenerated into 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 pen, ink, paper and inkstones to both sides, and then he coughed dryly: "Each person is limited to ten questions, limited to one stick of incense, let's get ready to start." ”

Fang Xing had Ma Su and Liu Pu to help polish 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 a spark had flashed by.

"Teacher, it's alright."

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

Liu Pu grinned at Hong Bingzheng, he was a relative, but he would not be afraid of these so-called Confucians.

Hong Bingzheng smiled, as if he didn't care at all about this stubborn behavior.

Fang Xing didn't look back and said, "Xiaoliu, don't make these useless things, they make people laugh in vain." ”

Liu Pu stood there in a proper manner, but he was still looking left and right, feeling that he and Ma Su were also one against one hundred today.

Chen Mao saw that everything was ready, so he urged: "Then let's start the question." ”

Hong Bingzheng picked up the brush and was about to do it confidently, but he heard Fang Xing say, "I have a question." ”

Chen Mao said impatiently: "You can say it." ”

Fang Xing said: "I'm used to using big food numbers to practice arithmetic, can I do it today?" ”

Chen Mao hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Hong Bingzheng, and said with a stiff neck: "No!" ”

After speaking, he looked at Fang Xing with some worry, but he didn't expect Fang Xing to stretch his waist, pick up the problem, and write and draw casually.

Both of them came out of the questions quickly, as if they had been prepared in advance.

Fang Xing put down the brush and saw that Hong Bingzheng had also finished the question, so he sneered: "I teach disciples every day, so there are many topics, but Mr. Hong seems to be full of peach and plums!" ”

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

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

"Could it be that Mr. Hong has the magic of an unpredictable prophet? Then I want to see and see. ”

The insiders who said this were all blushing, especially Chen Mao, who was the host, he lowered his eyes slightly, and said impatiently: "It's time for the competition, and I'll talk about it when the competition is over." ”

"Huh!"

For such people, Fang Xing can only repay him.

Chen Mao immediately took over the topic of the two and exchanged them.

"Let's go!"

A stick of incense was lit in front of everyone's eyes and inserted in the incense burner, and everyone's eyes immediately converged on Fang Xing and Hong Bingzheng.

After Fang Xing got the question from the other party, after a little look, his face changed greatly and he was a little pale.

"It seems that he was stumped by Mr. Hong, and sure enough, it was an embroidered pillow!"

"Mr. Hong is a celestial man in arithmetic, how can he be compared to a liar!"

"Hahaha! I think it's better for Fang Xing to admit defeat immediately, in that case, he can suffer a little less! ”

"You see, Mr. Hong seems to be a little ...... too"

In the womb, it is rare for the prince's family to sit together today.

Zhu Zhanji was a little restless, looking out of the hall from time to time, and his two younger brothers, Zhu Zhan Yong looked even more gloomy than last time, not at all like an eight or nine-year-old child.

Only Zhu Zhan and Wan Wan stayed together, solving a maze game given by Fang Xing.

The crown princess looked at her eldest son's appearance and said with a smile: "We all know Mr. Fang's ability, isn't that Hong Bingzheng just an unambitious jinshi, why worry." ”

When Zhu Zhan raised his head when he heard this, he shouted, "I want to be a jinshi!" ”

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

Footsteps came, and Liang Zhong came in sweating profusely.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, Niangniang, His Royal Highness the Grandson, it has already begun over there."

"How's it going?"

Zhu Zhanji asked eagerly.

Zhu Gaochi nodded towards Liang Zhong and motioned for him to hurry up.

Liang Zhong wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a somewhat ugly face: "The two sides each gave each other a question to do, Hong Bingzheng didn't put pen to paper, but Mr. Fang's face didn't look right." ”

"I don't know how my husband is now, I should have gone with him."

In Fangjiazhuang, Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai, who were forcibly left behind by Fang Xing, were also restless and waiting for the results.

In the palace, Zhu Di was discussing with several important ministers, but today, everyone's spirit was a little unfocused, and the efficiency was a lot lower.

In the British government, several women have different reactions, and some are worried...... Cursed.

"Well deserved! It's best to disgrace him! ”

Zhang Fu's eldest lady smiled proudly.

"Half a pillar of incense has arrived!"

The student who was guarding the incense shouted loudly.

Hong Bingzheng saw Fang Xing's eyes looking at the sky, completely helpless, his heart was a little wider, he just looked down at those topics, and he weakly dipped the dry brush in ink.

Presumably that Fang won't wake up, then there is another question I will do here.

Hong Bingzheng comforted himself, but when he looked up, he saw Fang Xing smiling at him.

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

What the?

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Fang Xing in disbelief.

"He's not bragging, is he?"

"I think it's probably because he's cheating and trying to disrupt Mr. Hong's calculations."

"If it's really a villain, Mr. Hong can't fall for him!"

"I don't think so, Mr. Hong is a great Confucian, how profound is his qi cultivation kung fu, how can he be confused by such a little trick?"

Hearing these words, Hong Bingzheng's face remained unchanged, but Fang Xing noticed that his hands were trembling slightly, so he chuckled: "I've started ......"

In the womb, when Liang Zhong panted and told everyone Fang Xing's words, Wanwan lifted the drawings drawing the maze and cheered: "I knew that Fang Xing was letting him!" I knew it! ”

Zhu Zhan was about to find the exit of the labyrinth, but he was scrapped by this time, he stretched out his hand and wanted to reason with his sister, but then he thought of what his prince's father had secretly said.

"O woman! What a no-brainer! ”

Zhu Zhanji patted the armrest of the chair, got up and said: "Sure enough, it's Brother Dehua, first show the enemy to be weak, and then surprise the troops, this is the art of war!" ”

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

Hu Guang thought of the students taught by Fang Xing, and said with a smile: "No matter what, Fang Xing's arithmetic is worthy of a title from everyone." ”

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