Chapter 358 Compete for Seats and Fight Against Peers

"Your Majesty, this time, His Highness the Grandson presided over the negotiation."

Yang Rong recounted the process of the negotiation, including Fang Xing's dry cough interrupting Zhu Zhanji's hesitation, and Fang Xing's last warning to look down on all sentient beings.

Zhu Di snorted softly: "In my eyes, Oirats are cattle and sheep!"

Yang Rong smiled wryly in his heart: Of course your old man regards other races as cattle and sheep, but what about future generations?

Zhu Di put down his pen, stretched his legs and asked, "Where are Fang Xing and Zhan Ji?"

Yang Rong lowered his head and said: "Master Hu is taking a break today, holding a literary meeting in Huiqing Building, invited some students, and also invited His Highness and Fang Xing."

Zhu Di was suffocated, and then slowly picked up the brush to review the memorial again.

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Today is August 14th, after leaving the household department, Fang Xing wanted to go home and prepare for tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Brother Dehua, there is a post from Xueshi Hu. He invited us to a banquet in Huiqinglou."

After Zhu Zhanji completed a small task, he felt that he had finally grown up, and he was extremely happy.

Hu Guang's position is equivalent to that of the first assistant. The literary conferences he holds are really hard to find, and those who can go can brag to others when they return home.

When the academicians of the dynasty held a paper meeting, even the people from the Wucheng Bingma Division had to join in the fun.

Looking at the sergeants and yamen guards patrolling around the Huiqing Building, Fang Xing laughed at Zhu Zhanji: "See, this is the benefit of being an official, no wonder scholars are trying their best to squeeze in, Donghua Gate! "

Zhu Zhanji said disapprovingly: "Brother Dehua, Xueshi Hu is a scholar of the dynasty, so this kind of regulation is not an exaggeration."

Fang Xing sighed: "What is peace of mind, this is it."

"Look at the surrounding environment, do you need so many sergeants? It's just doing the same thing, just to please the superiors, it's boring!"

Sixty or seventy soldiers and yamen servants stood guard nearby. This scale made Fang Xing's impression of Hu Guang bad for a while.

The head of state does not have your pen!

Zhu Zhanji said embarrassingly: "Scholar Hu's health is not very good, this is also to prevent problems before they happen."

"Nonsense! Could it be that these sergeants and servants are all good at Qihuang?"

Fang Xing got off his horse, looked at the rather large Huiqing Tower in front of him, and said enviously, "If only our number one was so big."

The Huiqing building in front of me is more than twice as big as the first fresh building just by the gate. After entering, through a patio, there is a two-story building on the right.

There are more than ten such wooden buildings in Huiqing Building, which shows the large scale.

Under the wooden building stood a few boys in blue clothes, checking the guest's posts, when Fang Xing and Zhu Zhanji arrived, they immediately knelt down.

"His Royal Highness, Wan An."

"Xing and Bo Wan'an."

Fang Xing was not used to this kind of formation, so he turned slightly and said, "Hurry up and get people up."

After reaching the second floor, tables and chairs were placed between the wooden pillars, and they were basically full.

Hu Guang was pointing articles to several students, and got up quickly when he heard the movement.

Zhu Zhanji said with a smile: "Plain clothes today, no need to be polite, everyone sit down."

If Zhu Zhanji's full set of grandson's clothes are here today, then no one would dare to excuse himself, this is what the clothes represent.

Among the hustle and bustle, the seats were rearranged immediately: Zhu Zhanji was of course the first, but when it came to Hu Guang and Fang Xing, it was a bit embarrassing.

Hu Guang is the head of civil servants, but Fang Xing is the uncle of Chaopin, how should this position be arranged?

As the saying goes, if the name is not correct, the words will not be smooth, and if there are no rules, there will be no circle. The seat number is a big problem that cannot be ignored.

Who sits on the left?

If Fang Xing sits down, it means that the civil servants are at a disadvantage.

If Hu Guang sat down, he would be suspected of despising the great Ming's relatives.

"Scholar Hu doesn't sit, who is qualified to sit?" A student whispered, which immediately resonated.

But Zhu Zhanji and Fang Xing are both here, everyone's complaints can only be stuffed in their stomachs, but the look in Fang Xing's eyes is even more unkind.

Zhu Zhanji looked around with a sullen face, and all the buzzing disappeared immediately.

Hu Guang's smile remained unchanged.

He glanced at Fang Xing, then he laughed and was about to speak.

Fang Xing was standing by the window, looking at the Pearl River in the distance, and said indifferently: "Is it interesting to grab a seat? Would it be more delicious to sit on the left?"

Zhu Zhanji lowered his eyes and held back his laughter, Hu Guang's laughter stopped abruptly, and the students were even more dumbfounded.

This is honor, do you understand? To sit on the right is to be at a disadvantage, do you understand?

"Bring me a table."

Fang Xing managed to get away from the surveillance of the two women at home, so there was no reason not to take the opportunity to have a meal.

"The scenery here is very good, so Fang will sit here."

He's crazy?

Is this self-isolation from us or what?

No one has ever sat in this way at a banquet, Fang Xing today is the first of its kind.

Zhu Zhanji was also about to get up and go, but Fang Xing said: "Fang is not feeling well. I just looked at it. The dishes of Huiqinglou are too greasy, which is not conducive to the recovery of the body. You can use it yourself."

The shopkeeper and the waiters who were waiting on the side felt dizzy from Feixian's slap this day.

Could it be that Xing Hebo has an enmity with me, Huiqinglou?

Otherwise, how could such words be released!

If this word got out—looking at those people's eyes, it would definitely get out, and then Hui Qinglou's reputation would not be very good.

Zhu Zhanji sat down again, and the other party expressed his admiration for not forgetting to beat his colleagues even after waking up to eat!

Hu Guang stood there in embarrassment. After Fang Xing voluntarily backed down, the seat on Zhu Zhanji's left became a hot potato instead. He couldn't sit there!

As long as Hu Guang sits down today, tomorrow his narrow-mindedness and disdain for relatives will be heard.

But Hu Guang is a well-tested politician at any rate, he pressed his hands and said: "Xing Hebo is not feeling well, everyone knows this, that's all, let this seat be vacant."

"Okay! Xueshi Hu is really generous and noble, I admire..."

A voice came from another table, Fang Xing glanced at it and found that it was Yan Xu.

Yan Xu smiled at Fang Xing, and then said: "Tomorrow is the last show of Qiu Wei, I'm afraid that Xueshi Hu wants to see the real talents of my scholar of Ming Dynasty today, and I'm afraid it's hard to escape his old man's eyes if he pretends to be a fool! "

Hu Guang smiled slightly, nodded to the shopkeeper, and then the food and wine came up like flowing water.

The shopkeeper was also bold and avoided all the meaty dishes at Fang Xing's table. After the dishes were served, Fang Xing's eyes were full of vegetarian dishes.

Fang Xing was not angry, he tasted every dish, and then frowned, "I'm afraid this dish has been in the back kitchen for a long time! It doesn't taste fresh at all."

The shopkeeper's face turned blue, he wanted to argue, but Fang Xing was Xing Hebo. If you don't argue, your reputation will be ruined.

After Hu Guang toasted Zhu Zhanji, he smiled slightly and said: "It is said that Xing Hebo is also proficient in farming, and also dabbles in craftsmen. Coupled with both civil and military skills, he should be a model for all officials."

These words seemed to be an introduction, and Yan Xu immediately continued: "Today we only talk about articles and poems, who will come first?"

Zhu Zhanji glanced at Yan Xu with displeasure, thinking that at least you have to wait for three rounds of drinking before talking about it.

But Hu Guang stroked his beard and said with a smile: "That's exactly what it should be. Which Junjie read the recent article and let everyone present comment on it."