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The Ministry of Rites didn't expect Yang Fan to make such a move. Which of you directly challenged his bottom line. In the capital, who doesn't know him Wang Troll. How many people have been impeached, Wei Zhongxian Jiansheng Temple has been impeached, Yuan Chonghuan has been impeached for killing Dao Shuai, and even today's saints, he has advised and persuaded him, which can be described as a remarkable record. And this career is a few ups and downs, that is, it offends too many people.

"The old man and the Ministry of Rites will give Wang Qu in the matter!" This self-reported door almost made this old's hair stand on end. Yang Fan glanced at the carriage and saw that Sun Chengzong had no intention of coming forward to relieve the siege, and then looked at Zu Runze behind the carriage. Seeing Yang Fan looking over, he immediately shifted his gaze, picked his nose and plucked his ears, a pair? I didn't see it.

Wang Qu behind him was even more angry, this Yang Fan was so rude, he even ignored his own existence, and said angrily: "The old man is talking to you!" It is so rude and disrespectful! ”

Yang Fan said: "This Lord Wang, can you please also take a step back, take a step back and open the sky." Your spit has flown onto the robe below. In the next thought, you are the elder, and deliberately took a step back. It's okay to be aggressive, as an official of the Ministry of Etiquette, he doesn't have the least etiquette, so don't talk about other things. ”

"You!"

There were constant boos behind him, this Yang Fan could refute Fang Yiru at the beginning, and he was really sharp. Wang Qu hasn't found fault yet, but he has labeled others first.

"Me! ......" Wang Qu's face turned red, his beard trembled with anger, and he didn't know what to say. The sleeve robe shook angrily. Fortunately, my colleagues in the back broke the siege.

"I have long heard that Yang Fan is proficient in arithmetic, and he has sharp teeth, whether he is a person who studies arithmetic, he loves to be so calculating, and his words are spittle, which shows that Lord Wang hates you as a chaotic minister and thief, and he has to punish him. But you have beaten a rake, and you have deceived people too much! This middle-aged man has learned to be smart, so he simply came to a self-reported home in disguise, "My ministry will punish Fang Shanqi in the matter!" ”

"Dare to ask Lord Fang what he thinks?"

"You gather soldiers and people privately, usurp the troops, and gather in the mountains and forests. What else is there to say? ”

Yang Fan stretched his neck and said, "All the adults present, if you have any high opinions, please say them together." Listen to me in the next wash. In addition to Zhang Zhifa, who has been standing at the front and smiling at Yang Fan, twenty or thirty people behind him have worked together, each showing their magic powers, and the scolding continues. There are various versions, not to mention collaborating with the enemy and treason, privately holding military power, and even worse, counting He Kegang's death on his own head, saying that he cheated Zhongliang.

It was sprinkled for half an hour. Even the open space in front of Yang Fan was sprinkled with spittle stars. Finally calmed down, and there was really nothing more to talk about.

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you done?" Yang Fan said with a smile.

"What else do you have to say?" They waited for Yang Fan to come out and argue. The routines have all been thought of, and what's more, even Yang Fan has guessed what he wants to say and listed them on paper, ready to refute them one by one.

"When you're done, you can go." Yang Fan made a gesture of please.

Zhang Zhifa finally opened his mouth and said, "You didn't explain and explained, so you confessed your guilt?" ”

"Haha! Interpretation? Is it necessary to explain anything to the trolls who are waiting for you to enter Beijing under the order? I, Yang Fan, patiently listened to your talk here, which is to give you enough face. As for confession, hehe, what is the sin? Yang Fan took Xiao Hei and walked towards the city.

"Stop, if you don't make it clear today, no one wants to leave!" The Ministry of War gave Fang Youcheng a direct stop in front of Yang Fan, with a righteous and awe-inspiring look, as if to say, if you want to leave, step on me.

Yang Fan glanced at this forty or fifty-year-old bad old man, and said with a smile: "You are Fang Yiru's old father." It's okay to go home and take care of your son, go shopping, throw dice, bully the old woman, such a Sven scum, it turned out to be from a scholarly family, what's wrong? I've never seen such a scumbag in the next place. ”

Yang Fan didn't see it, Fang Yiru, who was standing in the corner of the city gate, had already gritted his teeth with hatred. It has a bad reputation, and since that Xianjulou debate, it has become even more notorious. Even if Jinglun is full, he is also a scum.

The gate of the city was already full of people, and they all wanted to see how Yang Fan, who was full of turmoil in the city, could withstand the attacks of so many officials. But they were wrong, and Yang Fan didn't intend to pay attention to these trolls at all. He slowly took out the clear and flickering holy decree from his chest, and the surroundings immediately fell silent, kneeling down one after another, shouting long live.

"Lord Fang, please move the place, my horse, I am not used to stepping on the rotten Confucian, it is not practical."

Naturally, a path was formed in the crowd, Yang Fan led the horse, and the carriage behind him also followed. Suddenly, Yang Fan turned around, still holding the holy decree in his hand, and those who had just gotten up knelt down again.

"That Master Fang, it's okay if you scold me, don't get involved in arithmetic in the future. If you insult an academic, this is disrespectful to the crystallization of the wisdom of your ancestors, and it is also disrespectful to yourself! Farewell. "When the carriage entered the city gates, it seemed to announce that this era was about to change.

Sun Chengzong poked his head out of the window and glanced at Yang Fan on the side, unable to think of anything to describe him. For the brothers who were born and died, he would rather recite his name than exchange people for food; For arithmetic, he has the pride to take it as his own responsibility; For civilians, but without losing a moral heart with iron shoulders. However, sometimes there is that kind of rogue temperament, which makes people hate itchy.

He lowered the curtain, and he thought a lot about it in the carriage. After glancing at the dozens of potatoes still lying in the baggage, he finally swallowed his saliva. His voice of approval came from the carriage.

"You, and the elements are indeed different."

The lights of thousands of homes in the city were nearly dusk, and Zu Dashou hurriedly came in the distance, and Yang Fan stopped. He glanced at the vendor who was boiling a pot of brine, and muttered, "What kind of person is there?" Leading the horse, with Wang Su'er following behind, under the cover of the carriage, turned into the alley on the side.

Zu Dashou, who was in the distance, saw Yang Fan turn into the alley, shook his head and sighed, not knowing what to say. If he had been heartbroken and led his troops to help in person, then he would have been stained with the glory of these thirteen victories. Now go and get closer to Yang Fan, and I won't be teased by others. He shook his head and walked forward.

Autumn is thick, and the bleak wind blows Wang Xu'er's face a little pale. was already a little weak, and the tired travel made him even more tired. Yang Fan glanced at Wang Su'er, who didn't speak, and took out a cleaned coat from the cloth bags on both sides of the black horse, draped it on Wang Su'er's shoulders, and said casually: "Just say when it's cold, I'm not a human trafficker." ”

"Then can you give me back the deed of sale?" Wang Su'er finally asked the sentence in a hesitant manner. Although she didn't know when she drew the pledge, if it wasn't true, it would be impossible for Sister Yu to blackmail her with the deed of sale.

Yang Fan glanced at this little girl and said lightly: "No." And he went on.