Chapter 1288

Thanks to the book friend: 'Sunami tsunami'!

Thanks to the book friends for their "representing the name of the people"!

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The lake is rippling in front of us, and the boat is floating on the lake empty. The wind in late autumn blows, and the folk thoughts of the blowing people disappear. They just want to roar up to the sky.

Looking back, Fang woke up and looked at the people in the waterside pavilion. He said faintly: "some people say that Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road. Ben doesn't believe it..."

"Xinghebo!"

Someone exclaimed in the waterside pavilion.

Fan Jin got up, smiling and ready to get close.

Fang Qiyuan was also smiling, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Xu Qing was a little stunned and then annoyed.

As for those scholars, we remember that Fang Xing was deeply trusted by the Zhu Di family at this time, and many people have turned a lot of ideas of attachment in their hearts.

Move, move!

This is the unity of knowledge and practice.

Thus, reserve becomes a smile, or even flattery.

Fang woke up and looked at these faces and mouths, and suddenly gave birth to the surging emotion of the world and the turbidity of the whole world.

"Why are you here today?"

Only Xin Laoqi and Xiaodao were left behind Fang Xing, but he made the life in the waterside pavilion feel majestic.

This is the power brought by power!

Fan Jin walked out of the waterside pavilion and said with a smile, "it's a great honor for you to come. I'll hold a cultural conference here today. Please enjoy it."

Fang Xing smiled noncommittally. When Fan Jin was happy, he asked, "what's the good article today? How much did it cost?"

Glancing, no one dared to look at him, including Xia Zheng, who claims to be either a flower finder or a champion.

When the wind blew, it moved Fang Xing's green shirt and the hearts of those businessmen.

"How much?"

Fang Xing asked faintly.

"Three... Thirty thousand."

Xu Qing sweated out the numbers. Fang Qiyuan realized that the situation was wrong.

"Student aid? Or entanglement?"

When Fang woke up, it was like a slap, directly hitting those who read books and causing pain on their faces.

Wuling is young and tangled. I don't know the number of red gauze!

Businessmen have become prostitutes in Fang Xing's eyes, and readers are naturally those Yingyan.

What a shame!

Fang woke up with a glance and sneered, "which of you can't get through? Tell me, Benbo will pay immediately."

The scholars in the waterside pavilion couldn't help being humiliated and blushed.

Are you kidding?

Poor children, the kind who can't open a pot at home, how can they have time to come here? And no one will invite them here.

And everyone present today has a reputation. Even if they were poor in the past, they still have a small fortune at this time, which is not related to the poor family.

"After learning martial arts, goods and imperial family, you don't understand the world, don't immerse yourself in hard study, and sing here?!"

Fang Xing said contemptuously, "it's thirty-three thousand. It's so big!"

"In the early winter, how many people inside and outside Beiping are suffering from hunger and cold? But you're talking here. I don't know if you have any experience? Uncle Ben also wrote a poem. You can taste it."

Fang Xing seldom wrote poems. Although they were not gorgeous, they were spicy. The only normal song is the farewell song for Yao Guangxiao.

"In the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, a businessman, a scholar, a landlord and a woodcutter hid in the temple. The businessman proposed to write a poem. First came a sentence..."

"The snow fell to the ground one after another."

"The scholar wanted to test his achievements and fame. The second sentence was Royal and auspicious."

Limerick!

Everyone laughed, but Fang woke up with a sarcastic face and continued: "the landlord has a lot of money and food, so I said, why not in the next three years."

This sentence is not right. Xu Qing, who is relatively familiar with Fang Xing, secretly smiles bitterly, while those scholars are in a daze.

What nonsense poem!

"The woodcutter's family was running out of steam, so he waited for the snow to be lighter so that he could go up the mountain to cut firewood. He said the last sentence."

Fang woke up coldly and said, "put your mother's shit!"

The autumn wind is getting colder and quieter in the area centered on Fang Xing.

Fang Xing turns around and goes away surrounded by Xin Laoqi and Xiaodao.

The people in the waterside pavilion were numb. For a long time, I don't know who muttered, "he has the ability to repair bridges and pave roads! Who can't talk big here!"

"Yes! It doesn't hurt to stand and talk. Our generation of scholars..."

"Uncle Bo donated every year. He never left behind when giving porridge. As for building bridges and roads, uncle Bo made cement, which was first used locally. Therefore, when it comes to charity, no one should compare with him. It's just that he never publicized it!"

Xu Qing then casually arched his hands and said, "I'm ashamed today. I've made a dispute of spirit. Xu is leaving."

Xu Qing took the lead, and southern businessmen followed one after another.

"Shopkeeper Xu..."

Fan Jin suddenly felt that he was in a deep quagmire. He was anxious to grab a life-saving straw.

But Xu Qing didn't look back. Then Fang Qiyuan also got up and said, "today Fang is wrong. His surname is Fang. Uncle's realm is 100 times higher than me. I'm ashamed of my surname Fang. I'm leaving."

Fan Jin pulled Fang Qiyuan's sleeve and said in fear: "shopkeeper Fang, will Xinghe bo..."

"Hiss!"

Without hesitation, Fang Qiyuan tore off his sleeve and left with the northern businessmen.

"This is cutting robes and breaking righteousness!"

Someone exclaimed. At the same time, sharp people naturally noticed something wrong, so they left one after another.

"Where's the money?! where's the money!"

A scholar stood in the waterside pavilion, thinking that there was a sum of money that could make him a little rich, so he disappeared. He couldn't help jumping and drinking.

"Money? Do you want to be cut off? Think about it and go!"

In the twinkling of an eye, there was no one in front of Fan Jin except his own slaves.

"Why is this? Inexplicably why?"

……

Meng Ying didn't know why. After arriving at the imperial edict prison, he was locked into a single room. After a daze, he found that there was a sound of reading next door, and the sound seemed to have some impression.

"Yang Pu? Lord Yang?"

The sound of reading next door paused, and then came Yang Pu's voice: "Baoding Hou, read."

The sound of reading rose again, and Meng Ying was determined to climb up the Confucian generals, so she knew it was a university as soon as she heard it.

Isn't this man crazy?

Meng Ying was shocked that Yang Pu had been in prison for many years and had been reading classics and history?

"Lord Yang, are you..."

The sound of reading is still Langlang, not disorderly at all.

This was because the king of the Han Dynasty was slandered and was brought to the fish in the pond. He was imprisoned for many years. Unexpectedly, he could do so.

Terrible! poor!

Zhao prison was gloomy. Meng Ying restrained her mind and slowly thought about why Zhu Di had to clean up herself.

As time went by, when Meng Ying was a little anxious because she couldn't think of it, the Fang family welcomed a bunch of visitors.

Muhua stood on the side and watched Fang wake up to bathe the big and small insects. This is a way to get close.

"Dad! The big bug is going to bite you!"

The potatoes are watered on the side, and Ping'an is rubbing the insects. The father and son are happy.

Fang woke up, patted open the big bug's head, and then wiped the soap horn water in his hand on it. As soon as he rubbed it, there were many bubbles. When the potato saw it, he went to help.

Ping An just clumsily bathes the bug, and the bug also sits quietly in the wooden basin, unlike the big bug shaking his body from time to time, splashing Fang Xing and potatoes with water.

After bathing the two dogs, Fang woke up and let potatoes and Ping An slowly dry the dogs with a towel. He clapped his hands and went to the front yard.