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Chapter 165 Is it enough for me to give you half a stick of incense?

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    Ma Su also felt a little disdainful, because arguing is the best way to test one's knowledge, at least in the Imperial College.

    As a guest of the Imperial Academy, Chen Mao could not possibly not know the benefits of this model, but he still favored Hong Bingzheng without hesitation.

    "Confucianism has now transformed into a tool for profit-making for a small group of people!"

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

    Chen Mao waved over a few students and sent pens, inks, paper and inkstones to both sides. Then he coughed dryly and said: "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 him grind the ink, so he just looked at Hong Bingzheng sitting there with an upright look on his face. There were also people waiting on him with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

    The two eyes met in mid-air, and the onlookers felt as if there were sparks flashing past.

    "Teacher, that's it."

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

    Liu Pu bared his teeth at Hong Bingzheng. As a descendant, he would not be afraid of these so-called great scholars.

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

    Fang Xing didn¡¯t turn around and said, ¡°Xiao Liu, don¡¯t do these useless things that only make people laugh.¡±

    Liu Pu then stood there politely, but still looked around, feeling that he and Ma Su were now one against a hundred.

    When Chen Mao saw that everything was ready, he urged: "Then let's start asking questions."

    Hong Bingzheng picked up the brush and was about to take action confidently, 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 using big food numbers. Can I do it today?"

    Chen Mao hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Hong Bingzheng, squinting his neck and said, "No!"

    After saying that, he looked at Fang Xing worriedly, but unexpectedly, Fang Xing stretched out, picked up the problem, and started to draw casually.

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

    Fang Xing put down his brush and saw that Hong Bingzheng had also finished setting the questions, so he sneered: "I teach students every day, so there are a lot of questions, but Mr. Hong seems to have a lot of students all over the world!"

    Hearing this, several people¡¯s faces turned red, obviously knowing that Hong Bingzheng had not recruited any disciples.

    But since you have no disciples, how could you, Hong Bing, come up with ten questions at once without any preparation?

    "Does Mr. Hong have the magical ability to predict the future? Then I would like to see it."

    The insiders in this statement blushed, especially as the host, Chen Mao, he looked slightly, and said impatiently: "Now it is better than trying time.

    "hehe!"

    For this kind of people, Fang Xing could only retaliate.

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

    "start!"

    A stick of incense was lit in full view of everyone and inserted into the incense burner. Everyone¡¯s eyes immediately focused on Fang Xing and Hong Bingzheng.

    After Fang Xing got the question from the other party, after taking a quick look at it, his face changed drastically and became a little pale.

    "It seems that he was stumped by Mr. Hong, and it turned out to be an embroidered pillow!"

    "Mr. Hong's study of heaven and man in arithmetic is beyond the reach of a liar!"

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

    "You see, Mr. Hong seems to have some"

    In the Crown Prince's womb, today the Prince's family had a rare opportunity to sit together.

    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 looking like eight or nine-year-old children at all.

    Only Zhu Zhanzhen and WanyuThey stayed together and were solving a maze game given by Fang Xing.

    The princess looked at her eldest son's appearance and smiled and said, "We all know Mr. Fang's abilities. Isn't that Hong Bingzheng just an unsuccessful Jinshi? Why worry?"

    When Zhu Zhanyi heard this, he raised his head and shouted: "I want to be a Jinshi!"

    Wanwan grabbed his hair and said impatiently: "Find an exit quickly!"

    The sound of footsteps came, and Liang Zhong came in sweating profusely.

    "Your Highness the Crown Prince, Your Majesty the Great Grandson, the process has already begun over there."

    "What happened?"

    Zhu Zhanji asked eagerly.

    Zhu Gaochi nodded toward Liang Zhong, signaling him to speak quickly.

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

    "I don't know how my husband is doing now. If I had known, I should have followed him."

    In Fangjiazhuang, Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai, who were forced to stay by Fang Xing, were also restless waiting for the result.

    In the palace, Zhu Di was discussing matters with several important ministers, but today everyone was not very focused and their efficiency was much lower.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Several women had different reactions, ranging from worries to curses.

    "He deserves it! It's the best thing to embarrass him!"

    Zhang Fu¡¯s first lady smiled proudly.

    "Half the incense stick has arrived!"

    The student guarding the incense shouted loudly.

    Hong Bingzheng saw Fang Xing staring at the sky, completely helpless, and felt a little relieved. He just looked down at the topics, and he feebly dipped the dry brush into ink again.

    Presumably that Fang Xing can¡¯t do it either, then there¡¯s another question here 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 all looked at Fang Xing in disbelief.

    "Isn't he bragging?"

    "I think it's probably that he is cheating and trying to disrupt Mr. Hong's calculations."

    "He is really a villain, Mr. Hong, don't be fooled by him!"

    "I don't think so. Mr. Hong is a great Confucian, and his Qi-nurturing skills are so profound. How could he be fooled by such little tricks?"

    Hearing these words, Hong Bingzheng's expression did not change, but Fang Xing noticed that his hands were shaking slightly, so he chuckled and said, "I'm about to start"

    In the palace, when Liang Zhong panted and told everyone what Fang Xing said, Wanwan lifted up the drawing of the maze and cheered: "I knew Fang Xing was letting him go! I knew it!"

    Zhu Zhanzhen was about to find the exit of the maze, but he was paralyzed by this. He stretched out his hand and wanted to reason with his sister, but then he thought of what his prince father said secretly.

    "This woman! There is really no reason to explain!"

    Zhu Zhanji patted the armrest of the chair, stood up and said, "It is indeed Brother Dehua. First, show the enemy weakness, and then surprise the enemy with surprise. This is the art of war!"

    And at Zhu Di's place, he also received the message. When he heard the news, he stroked his beard and said, "Let's see if that kid is talking nonsense."

    Hu Guang thought of the students Fang Xing taught and smiled: "No matter what, Fang Xing's arithmetic deserves a title from everyone."

    "Everyone? I'll wait and see the results!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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