Chapter 160: The Prince Supports

The autumn rain is continuous, and it makes people upset.

"This dress will get wet if you put it down!"

Zhang Shuhui was rummaging through the box and taking out the clothes, preparing to bake them with charcoal fire.

The autumn rain in the south made the house damp. If you accidentally slip when walking, it is much more severe than a snowy day.

Fang Xing watched this scene lazily, and was finally kicked out by Zhang Shuhui, even Ling Dang was not spared.

"It will be the women's clothes soon, the husband should go out for a stroll first."

It was drizzling outside, Fang Xing was wearing a bell, one person and one dog looked at each other in the front yard, not knowing where to go for a walk.

While hesitating, a man rushed in in the rain.

Jia Quan ran under the eaves, saw Fang Xing, and said anxiously: "Mr. Fang, the latest news is that Hong Bingzheng is less than fifty miles away from the capital."

"oh."

Fang Xing squatted down and held down the bell that wanted to run into the rain.

this one?

Jia Quan didn't expect that the message he brought would only come in a "Oh, it's a flat voice."

The drizzle moistened the ground, Fang Xing sighed: "I regret it."

As soon as Jia Quan's eyes lit up, he thought of the words of the emperor grandson.

"If brother Dehua agrees, you can go outside the city."

What are you doing out of town? Of course, it is to "receive the wind" for Hong Bingzheng.

Originally, Zhu Zhanji wanted to do this behind Fang Xing's back, but when he thought of Fang Xing's reaction after the incident broke out, he had no choice but to hold back.

Fang Xing stroked Bell's head, and regretfully said, "It would be great if only two seasons were planted this year!"

Jia Quan was almost driven crazy by these words.

Everyone is worried about you, but you are an old man, and you are still thinking about the lack of planting for a season this year.

Brother, how much is that grain worth! Now that the enemies are outside the city, it is only reasonable for us to prepare countermeasures!

Fang Xing patted Bell on the back,

He signaled it to go back by itself, then looked at Jia Quan and said, "Don't do stupid things, people's words are scary!"

If he could get rid of that disgusting bastard Hong Bingzheng without losing his reputation, Fang Xing would have dispatched Xin Laoqi and his servants a long time ago, so it would be so troublesome now.

"I have the confidence and strength to defeat those slanders openly and let the so-called great Confucianism appear!"

Zhu Zhanji heard Jia Quan's return and sighed: "Brother Dehua really has some benevolence for women!"

In Zhu Di's education, the emperor is the creature that least needs the benevolence of a woman. It is best to do things cleanly and neatly, leaving no future troubles.

"What is Hong Bingzheng planning to do?"

Jia Quan bowed his head and said, "I don't know yet, but a few great Confucian scholars in the capital said they would host this event."

"A grand event?"

A sharp look flashed in Zhu Zhanji's eyes, and he said with a sneer, "A group of stalkers dare to talk about grand events!"

"What about the court? Who is going to stand on Hong Bingzheng's side?"

There will definitely be officials involved in this kind of thing. Zhu Zhanji is just worried that there will be a bachelor at the level of a bachelor. At that time, it will be difficult for anyone to win or lose.

"No, at least those few haven't heard that they have agreed to come forward."

Hong Bingzheng came here on this trip, of course there will be like-minded people in the capital to come forward to invite momentum, and those high-ranking officials are the targets they are chasing.

Think about it, if there are a few grand scholars appearing on the stage, the influence will be extraordinary, and the participants will have a taste of the Allies from then on.

These days, of course, the more allies the better.

Zhu Zhanji nodded and said: "Grandpa Huang didn't say anything. I guess those few people dare not stand up even if they have a position, otherwise... hum!"

Jia Quan slandered: Who doesn't know the relationship between Fang Xing and your family? If you become the enemy of you and the crown prince, after a hundred years from His Majesty, it is the tradition of the old Zhu family to settle accounts after autumn!

At this time, the prince was also chatting with several university scholars outside of political affairs.

"Zhanji is stubborn, the gentlemen have worked hard."

Hu Guang and others hurriedly humbled, but they didn't know what the prince meant.

Zhu Gaochi smiled and said: "In the past year, Zhanji has made great progress, which is inseparable from the teachings of several gentlemen, so I plan to find some time to tell my father that autumn is here, and I will give some gentlemen Get somewhere warmer."

When they were waiting to go out, several assistant officials looked at each other, and finally Yang Shiqi said first: "His Royal Highness is protecting Fang Xing!"

Hu Guang nodded and said, "I've seen that young man before."

As a bachelor, Hu Guang goes all the way. But those present were all smart people, and they all thought that Zhu Zhanji and Fang Xing had been studying miscellaneous subjects for the past year.

Then the prince said that he has improved, whose credit is it?

Jin Youzi smiled and said: "We can't control this matter, we just have to see if Fang Xing is real gold. Real gold is not afraid of fire!"

Yang Shiqi said unconvinced: "What kind of fire is this? It's clearly an innocent disaster!"

Ren Fang Xing stayed at home, but a so-called great scholar, Hong Bingzheng, who couldn't beat eight poles, appeared, and was charged with plagiarism.

"If it's changed, I have to fight with that Hong Bingzheng!"

How can there be so many great Confucians in this world? The so-called great Confucians are just sedan chairs that everyone carries.

The next day, Fang Xing got up as usual, ran laps in the yard as usual, then took a shower dripping with sweat, and changed into a sky blue Confucian uniform under Zhang Shuhui's and Xiaobai's worried eyes.

Even if he doesn't like Confucianism, in this era of Confucianism, Fang Xing has to wear it as a Juren.

"Husband, why don't you change to a light-colored one?"

Zhang Shuhui felt that the sky blue one was too coquettish and suspected of being provocative.

Fang Xing pulled the collar, made an eight on the chin with his thumb and index finger, and said with a smile, "I'm young, why don't I wear nice clothes! Besides, I won't go out today."

Not long after, Ma Su came, and Liu Pu also came. As for Zhu Zhanji, he will send someone to watch Hong Bingzheng today and wait for the specific time.

"Attend class."

Fang Xing was not in a hurry at all, he explained a math class so smoothly and vividly that even Liu Pu felt that he was really talented.

"Is that Hong Bing just a fool? Why do I feel that he is hitting a rock with a pebble?"

After the class, Liu Pu felt that unless Hong Bingzheng was a master of arithmetic, he was really not Fang Xing's opponent.

Ma Su said indifferently: "That Hong Bingzheng is a master of mathematics."

"real?"

"real."

In the afternoon, Jia Quan came to report that Hong Bing was staying at a good friend's house, and there was an endless stream of people visiting today, blocking the door of that family.

Moreover, many people from the Imperial College went to cheer up Hong Bingzheng, and provided Fang Xing with many 'criminal evidence'.

"Mr. Fang, there are a lot of them!"

Jia Quan said worriedly.

"What a wonderful crowd! There are so many people that make it lively."

Fang Xing looked at the rain that was gradually decreasing outside, and felt that this kind of weather should be the most suitable for fishing.

Just do what you want, Fang Xing found out the fishing rod, and wandered to the river with the bell.

Coir raincoat, bamboo hat, fishing rod.

One person and one dog blended into the autumn scenery in the south in the drizzle. (To be continued.)