Chapter 38 The Great Confucianism of the World

"Brother Fan, why did you say that Fat Zou went in for so long?" Xie Fei bumped Lu Yun with his elbow: "Shouldn't it really be diluted?" ”

"Say less." Lu Yun frowned, and he reprimanded in a low voice: "This is Dali Temple, and we are in the hall again, representing the face of Guozijian." ”

"Oh, Brother Fan, why aren't you as interesting as your brother, I'm just kidding." Xie Fei said: "Besides, Zou Fatzi has been in for a while, let's just stand here, can't we gossip a few words?" ”

"Nope." Lu Yun said absent-mindedly.

"Brother Fan, you're boring like this." Xie Fei hugged his arms.

The people in the hall were impatient, and the people standing outside the hall were also impatient, and the crowd was anxiously discussing.

"Why didn't Lord Zou go back?" The Confucian in a green robe talked to his classmates in a low voice.

"Seems to be a stomachache?" Another person replied: "Didn't Lord Zou just say that he was in a hurry? ”

"I don't think so." The shopkeeper in the silk robe disagreed: "Stomach pain also has to be divided into time and occasions, and it must be because of something else to go for so long." ”

"You're not Lord Zou, how can you know he's doing something else?" The two Confucian scholars immediately retorted.

"How do you know I'm not right?" The shopkeeper of the silk clothes was not to be outdone: "Then why Zhuangzi still said that Zifei knows the joy of fish, you are not Lord Zou, how do you know that what I said is not right?" ”

The three of them looked at each other and talked to each other, and the people next to them were also happy to watch the excitement, and even went up to interject two sentences.

In the crowd of Jiang Banxia Station, these noises had no effect on her, and her eyes never left the people in the hall, especially Shi Kuangye, who gave her the feeling of being very dangerous.

"What are you looking at?" The warm snort accompanied by a deep voice suddenly sounded in Jiang Banxia's ears, and she couldn't help but turn sideways to dodge, but the other party had already seen her thoughts, and stretched out his long arm to hold her upright: "I heard that yesterday you were ordered by me to go to the edict at night to interrogate Cui Fengqin's mother and son?" ”

Lin Cheng laughed in a low voice: "Fake what I mean, you are really bold." ”

She wanted to turn around, but her shoulder was pressed by Lin Cheng: "Don't look back, Shaoqing of Dali Temple is looking at you." ”

When Jiang Banxia heard this, he pretended to raise his head inadvertently and slowly, and happened to collide with Shi Kuangye's line of sight.

"Keep your head down." Lin Xuan said in a low voice: "Don't look at him." ”

She sneered and laughed, suddenly raised her head, and took advantage of the difference in height between Lin Cheng and her, and directly hit Lin Cheng's chin, making Lin Cheng feel pain and loosen the hand that was pressing on her shoulder.

"It's better to take back your adult's hand." Jiang Banxia leaned closer to Lin Yuan's ear: "Lin Zongqi is not sitting in the Yamen of Fusi in Beizhen, what are you doing in disguise?" ”

"And what are you doing here?" Lin Xuan's hanging hand lifted Jiang Banxia's waist.

There was a crowd around her, and she didn't have a good seizure, so she had to say coldly: "Lord Lin is a little overstepping." ”

"Oh?" Lin Cheng withdrew his hand, but his body did not retreat, but came closer, and his chin was on the top of Jiang Banxia's hair: "I thought you liked it." ”

Jiang Banxia immediately sneered, she raised her foot and crushed Lin Yuan's left foot, and that foot was ruthless.

Lin Cheng cried out softly in pain: "You woman, you are also ruthless, right?" ”

"I thought adults like it too." The corners of Jiang Banxia's mouth hooked up with a sneer, and he returned Lin Yuan's words as they were.

Lin Cheng was taken aback, and was about to find something to make fun of Jiang Banxia, when the crowd suddenly boiled.

"Mr. Donglin is here!"

The Confucian scholars excitedly and spontaneously gave way to a way, and they stood respectfully on both sides and bowed their hands.

Mr. Donglin has passed the age of knowing his fate, his sideburns are gray, but his body is quite healthy, followed by three students on the left and right, with white robes and big plackets, quite chic.

The eyes of the crowd continued to move with Mr. Donglin, and the atmosphere was once high, especially for scholars, it was a blessing to see a great Confucian like Mr. Donglin!

Dali Temple immediately moved the chair, Shi Kuangye also greeted him, although he was not from Confucianism, but he was very respectful of Mr. Donglin, the great Confucian.

"Mr. Donglin is well." Shi Kuangye bowed his hand: "Mr. Jiuyang's name, I have to taste it today, and it is enough for Zifan to live in this life." ”

"Shaoqing praises falsely, he is just a mountain chief in the countryside, and he has no merit and fame, so he deserves such a big gift." Mr. Donglin returned the salute, and his gestures were sparse and sparse like a pine in the mountains.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh, if Mr. Donglin was twenty years younger, what would Daming look like at this time?

Haiqing Heyan? The four seas are leveling? Or is the world coming to court?

Mr. Donglin sat on the right side of the hall, and Yu Lu Yun, Xie Fei and others were on the same side.

"Hey, your brother killed this old man's apprentice?" Xie Fei leaned into Lu Yun's ear and said, "If you scold for a while, can you do this old man!" ”

"Xie Fei." Lu Yun's tone was slightly deep: "Mr. Donglin is a great Confucian in the world, so he has to be respected." ”

Xie Fei cut and muttered to himself in a very low voice: "A sanctimonious person, it is also black-hearted to cut it."

Mr. Donglin's treatment is much better than others, and Dali Temple has specially prepared hot tea for him.

"Why hasn't the trial been held yet?" Mr. Donglin asked the student next to him.

The student had just arrived, and was about to ask the arrestees on the side, but before he could ask, he was interrupted by Xie Fei who appeared from the side.

"Lord Zou is in a hurry, and the thatched house in the back hall has gone." Xie Fei's voice was loud, for fear that Mr. Donglin would not be able to hear clearly when he was too old.

This voice made the student blush: "It's okay to be in a hurry, why add the word that... It's rude. ”

"Is there a problem with my words?" Xie Fei said unconsciously: "Didn't you just say a thatched house, what's wrong with the thatched house?" Don't you go up? ”

"Insult Sven, insult Sven." The student insulted Sven twice in a row, and turned his head and didn't want to communicate too much with Xie Fei.

Xie Fei spread his hands, these Confucian students are sour.

Under Mr. Donglin's repeated inquiries, the talents of Dali Temple came to the back hall one after another to inquire, and Zou Mingyuan had to come out to preside over the overall situation.

He straightened the hat on his head, and asked the attendant if his clothes were neatly dressed, and when everything was in order, Zou Mingyuan walked out slowly.

Procrastination time, of course, is skillful, Zou Mingyuan, who has been in officialdom for decades, although he is a Dali Siqing who has little oil and water, but he has his own routines when he speaks.

Immediately, he dragged his fat body forward and bowed to Mr. Donglin: "I have admired Mr. Donglin's name for a long time, and when I saw Mr. today, I understood what it meant to look up to the mountains and stop the scenery." ”

"Lord Zou has an overreputation, and the old man can't afford such praise."

"You deserve it." Zou Mingyuan immediately said: "You are a model for our world's readers, and you are the backbone of our world's readers." ”

Zou Mingyuan is a top two, especially the one who quotes the classics, so that the faces of the people of Donglin Academy are constantly smiling, and the readers outside the hall are also praising and admiring, for a time there is a harmony inside and outside the Dali Temple, and there is a grand occasion of the apricot altar preaching.

"It seems that our family is late."

The man's shrill and weird voice came abruptly from the back of the crowd, causing everyone's scalps to tingle.

East Factory... The people from Dongchang are here!