Chapter 162 Is It Enough Time for Me to Give You Half a Stick of Incense?

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Ma Su also felt a little disdainful, because debates are the best way to test a person's knowledge, at least in the Imperial College.

As a guest of Guozijian, it is impossible for Chen Mao not to know the benefits of this model, but he still favored Hong Bingzheng without hesitation.

"Confucianism has now degenerated into a tool for the benefit of a small group of people!"

Ma Su and Liu Pu thought of Fang Xing's words almost at the same time.

Chen Mao beckoned to a few students, sent pens, inks, papers and inkstones to both sides, and then he coughed dryly: "Each person is limited to ten questions, and the limit is one stick of incense. Get ready to start."

Fang Xing had Ma Su and Liu Pu to help grind the ink, so he just watched Hong Bingzheng sitting there with an upright face, and someone was also waiting for the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The two lines of sight met in mid-air, and bystanders felt as if a spark had flashed by.

"Teacher, it's all right."

Ma Su put the brush on the pen stand, and spread out the good rice paper.

Liu Pu grinned at Hong Bingzheng, he is a descendant of a noble, and he will not be afraid of these so-called great scholars.

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

Fang Xing didn't turn his head and said: "Xiao Liu, don't make such useless things, it's just making people laugh."

Only then did Liu Pu stand there in an orderly manner, but he still looked left and right, feeling that he and Ma Su could be regarded as one against a hundred today.

Seeing that everything was ready, Chen Mao urged, "Then let's start writing the questions."

Hong Bingzheng picked up the brush,

With confidence in his mind, he was about to make a move, but he heard Fang Xing say, "I have a question."

Chen Mao said impatiently: "Just tell me."

Fang Xing said, "I'm used to practicing arithmetic with Dashi numbers, can I do it today?"

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

After he finished speaking, he looked at Fang Xing worriedly, but he didn't expect Fang Xing to stretch his waist, picked up his problem, and began to write and draw casually.

Both of them came up with the questions very quickly, as if they were prepared in advance.

Fang Xing put down his writing brush and saw that Hong Bingzheng had finished writing the questions, so he sneered and said, "I teach students every day, so there are a lot of questions, but Mr. Hong seems to be full of peaches and plums!"

Hearing this, several people blushed, obviously knowing that Hong Bingzheng did not recruit disciples.

But since you didn't recruit disciples, how could you, Hong Bing, come up with ten questions at once without any preparation?

"Could it be that Mr. Hong has the divine skill of prophecy? Then I want to see it."

The insiders who said this were all blushing, especially Chen Mao, who was the host. He lowered his eyes slightly and said impatiently: "Now is the time for the competition. If you have gossip, wait until the competition is over."

"hehe!"

For this kind of people, Fang Xing can only reciprocate hehe.

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

"start!"

A stick of incense was lit in full view and placed in the incense burner. Everyone's eyes immediately focused on Fang Xing and Hong Bingzheng.

After Fang Xing got the question given by the other party, he looked at it for a while, and his complexion changed drastically, turning pale.

"It seems that he was stumped by Mr. Hong. It really is an embroidered pillow!"

"Mr. Hong is pedantic about heaven and man in arithmetic, how can he be compared with a liar!"

"Hahaha! I think it's better for Fang Xing to admit defeat immediately. In that case, he will suffer less suffering!"

"Look, Mr. Hong seems to be a little..."

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

Zhu Zhanji was a little restless, and looked out of the hall from time to time, while his two younger brothers, Zhu Zhanyong, looked more gloomy than last time, not like eight or nine-year-old children at all.

Only Zhu Zhanqian and Wanwan stayed together, solving a maze game given by Fang Xing.

The princess looked at the appearance of her eldest son and said with a smile: "We all know Mr. Fang's ability, isn't that Hong Bingzheng an unsuccessful Jinshi, why worry about it."

Zhu Zhanqian raised his head and 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, Your Majesty, His Royal Highness, it has already started over there."

"What's wrong?"

Zhu Zhanji asked eagerly.

Zhu Gaochi nodded towards Liang Zhong, motioning him to speak quickly.

Liang Zhong wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and said with an ugly expression: "Both sides have set up questions for each other, but Hong Bingzheng didn't write, but Mr. Fang's face doesn't look quite right."

"I don't know how my husband is doing now. If I knew it earlier, I should have followed."

In Fangjiazhuang, Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai, who were forcibly left by Fang Xing, were also fidgeting and waiting for the result.

In the palace, Zhu Di was discussing matters with several important ministers, but today everyone's spirits are not concentrated, and the efficiency is much lower.

In the British government, the reactions of several women were different, some were worried, and some...cursed.

"It deserves it! It's best to embarrass him!"

Zhang Fu's eldest lady smiled proudly.

"The half stick of incense has arrived!"

The student guarding Xiang shouted loudly.

Hong Bingzheng saw Fang Xing's eyes looking at the sky, looking completely helpless, he felt a little relieved, just looked down at the questions, and he was powerless to re-dip the dry brush in ink.

Presumably that Fang Xing can't do it either, so I still have a problem that I can do.

Hong Bing was comforting himself, but when he looked up, he saw Fang Xing smiling at him.

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

What?

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

"He's not bragging, is he?"

"I think it's probably, maybe he's cheating and trying to disrupt Mr. Hong's calculation."

"It's really a villain, Mr. Hong don't fall for his tricks!"

"I don't think so. Mr. Hong is a great Confucian. How can he be fooled by such little tricks?"

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

In the empress's womb, after Liang Zhong told everyone Fang Xing's words out of breath, Wanwan lifted the blueprint of the maze and cheered, "I knew Fang Xing was letting him in! I knew it!"

Seeing that he was about to find the exit of the maze, Zhu Zhanqian was crippled by this blow. He stretched out his hand, trying to reason with his sister, but then he thought of a sentence his prince father secretly said.

"This woman! There is no reason to say it!"

Zhu Zhanji patted the armrest of the chair, got up and said: "It really is Brother Dehua, first he showed the enemy's weakness, and then he raised his troops, this is the art of war!"

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

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

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