"Chen Fang!" Nangong Hong, who had been humiliated repeatedly on the rooftop, finally recognized the old man in front of him.
In this inner city area, when it comes to Chen Fang, it is simply a shame among the Confucian circles. He doesn't speak in a rude manner, and when arguing with others, he likes to use curse words and curse words.
"Chen Fang, you are just an ignorant person!" After thinking for a long time, poor Nangong Hong suppressed his words.
Not only was there no harm done, it was almost ignored by Chen Fang.
Chen Fang smiled and yawned comfortably.
"Nangong Xiaoxiao, do you want to defend yourself this time when you enter Shu?"
"Of course, Beiyu is the orthodox one in the world!"
"Why?"
"I said before that there are countless aristocratic families in Beiyu, but in Xishu, there are only a bunch of mud-legged people left! Could it be that we want these people to rule the world!"
"I just want to ask you, in this world, are there more people from aristocratic families or common people?"
"What's the use? When a new dynasty is established, the talents of aristocratic families are the foundation for governing the world! Don't forget that it has been like this since ancient times. The common people are farming in the fields, and the aristocratic families are sitting in the court!" Nangong Hong looked proud. He knew very well that what he had learned over the decades would definitely be correct.
Unexpectedly, Chen Fang in front of him smiled "puff" at him again.
"Are you smiling too much?"
"You are really stupid to laugh at you, Nangong puppy." Chen Fang narrowed his eyes, "In this world, we can still survive without aristocratic families, but if there are no people to grow rice, weave hemp, and hunt and breed, you old man I'm just afraid that I'll be hungry and cold, and I'll starve to death with your white money in my hands!"
Xishu puts the people first, and as an old scholar, Chen Fang speaks out for the people. Not long after, the surrounding Shu people cheered enthusiastically again.
Nangong Hong thought hard and tried to ignore the topic.
"The sons of aristocratic families are rich in learning and study in knowledge. Without them, how can the country be governed in this world?"
"Go to hell with your mother's talk." Chen Fang yelled, "The previous Grain King family was such a scourge to the world. Without them, the food in this world would not only be enough to eat, but also occasionally steam rice cakes. These What a piece of shit, you expect them to stabilize the country?"
"But, but... King Xu Shu does not have a righteous name!"
"King Xu Shu is the successor of the young Marquis. Could it be that you dare to speak nonsense even to the young Marquis?"
Nangonghong wiped the sweat from his forehead.
If he slanders the young Marquis, not to mention other things, the King of Beiyu in the inner city will be the first to let him go.
"I'm not slandering Mr. Xiaohou. What I mean is that King Xu Shu has no divine right to rule, nor does he have the abdication of the Yuan family."
"Does the King of Beiyu have it?"
"I, the King of Northern Chongqing, sit in Changyang, the ancient capital of the three dynasties. This is the divine power of the king! From ancient times to the present, it is the orthodoxy of the new dynasty to worship while facing the north."
"Nangong puppy, when you give birth to a litter of puppies, do you also have to pray to God?"
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Lying on the wall of the palace, Xu Mu stretched, only to find that he was getting more and more boring.
"Six heroes, let little Prince Yuan say a few words and send him off early."
Deep down in his heart, he cared more about the opportunities brought by Chen Fang. It's hard to say that this will be a turning point in the current stalemate.
Yin Hu took the order and left.
At the sacrifice platform not far from the palace wall, Nangong Hong did not dare to curse out of concern for her face, and was so excited by Chen Fang that she staggered. On the contrary, Wang Yong stood with a strange look on his face, without a chance to speak.
This argument clearly turned into a scolding battle for Chen Fang.
"Ahem, cough, cough, I, Nangong Hong, am your mother -" It took a lot of effort for the panting Nangong Hong to hold back a sentence.
"I call you the eighteenth generation of your ancestors, including the eighteenth generation of your mother's family, and the eighteenth generation of your son's bride." Chen Fang grinned.
Nangong Hong was so angry that she jumped on her feet and gasped "Hachihachi" uncontrollably. Someone next to him pulled him to retreat first. But Nangong Hong, who felt humiliated, refused to retreat, coughing and yelling at Chen Fang.
A good debate turned into a good show to greet family members.
On the altar, many people were disappointed and left early without any expectations.
"Old Chen Fang, you were struck by lightning. You will die a good death. You were hit by a fast horse when you went out!"
Standing on the stage, Chen Fang picked his ears boredly.
"Nangong puppy, you are a plague-stricken thing. You relied on some crooked reasoning to eat until your belly is bulging. You are like a New Year pig, howling and squealing. In two years, you will be slaughtered at Qingnianguan. "
"I, I call you Chen Fang eighteen generations, plus eighteen generations more!"
"You can learn from others, but you are a coward. You can't even breathe. Why don't I find you a piece of tofu cake?"
puff--
In front of many people, the arrogant Nangong Hong was so provoked again that he raised his head and vomited a mouthful of blood before falling straight down.
At this moment, even Xu Mu was shocked. Under the sacrifice platform, Yuan Chong who arrived was also a little confused. At this point, do you still want to go up?
"Quickly, send Nangong Daru back to rest!" After a while, several old scholars in the audience, as well as more than a dozen book boy guards, were all shocked beyond measure.
It was obviously a winning argument, but Nangong Hong, who was the highlight of the show, was so angry that he vomited blood. What else could he do next?
Chen Fang, who was on the stage, smiled and patted his robe, put his hands behind his back, hummed a tune, and walked down leisurely. The old fools in the inner city had always disliked him, saying he was slovenly and that he came from a small family.
But so what, if I win, that’s a win.
"King Shu, how am I doing?" Chen Fang walked back with a smile on his face.
Xu Mu laughed and said, "Sir, you are a great talent. It opened my eyes."
"Don't worry about these idiots. Real Confucianism is about governing the country and maintaining peace, and cultivating one's character, rather than being so eye-catching and seeking wealth everywhere."
Xu Mu deeply agreed with this statement.
The Chen Fang in front of him did give him a different feeling. Just like a monk who does not avoid wine and meat, he says, "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Lord Buddha pays attention to his heart."
"When I entered Shu, I told Old Wangtou that I entered Shu this time because I wanted to give the King of Shu a chance." Chen Fang regained his playful expression and suddenly became serious.
"It's not a joke. I also know that the King of Shu is currently trapped in the war, but there are many people like me in Lizhou who are willing to help the King of Shu!"
"Someone like you?"
"Exactly. Among the people in the world, we and other people only know one thing: Xu Mu, King of Western Shu, is the real man of the young Marquis!"
Xu Mu's face froze. I can't believe that Yin Liuxia was right.
