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Ma Su also felt a little disgusted because difficulty in defensiveness is the best way to test a person's knowledge, at least in the Imperial College.

As a guest at the Imperial College, Chen Mao could not have known the benefits of this model, but he still turned to Hong Bingzheng without hesitation.

"Confucianism has now transformed into a tool for profit 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 to a few students and sent the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to both sides. Then he coughed dryly and said, "Each person has limited to ten questions, with one stick of incense, let's get started."

Fang Xing had Ma Su and Liu Pu help grinding the ink, so he just watched Hong Bingzheng sitting there with a righteous look on his face, and someone was also serving the pen, ink, paper and ink.

The two gazes met in mid-air, and the bystanders felt as if Mars flashed by.

"Teacher, OK."

Masu put the brush on the pen holder and spread the top rice paper.

Liu Pu grinned at Hong Bingzheng. He was a descendant of the honor and relatives, so he would not be afraid of these so-called great scholars.

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

Fang Xing didn't look back and said, "Xiao Liu, don't do these useless things, they're just laughing."

Liu Pu stood there in a proper manner, but he was still looking around, feeling that he and Ma Su were fighting against each other today.

Seeing that they were all ready, Chen Mao urged, "Then let's start to draw the questions."

Hong Bingzheng picked up the brush, and the confident one was about to take action, but Fang Xing said, "I have a problem."

Chen Mao said impatiently: "Let's talk about it."

Fang Xing said: "I am used to using Dashi numbers to practice calculations. Can I do it today?"

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

After saying that, he looked at Fang Xing with some concern, but unexpectedly, Fang Xing stretched, picked up the problem, and started writing and drawing it casually.

Both of them made questions very fast, as if they had prepared in advance.

Fang Xing put down his brush and saw that Hong Bingzheng had completed the question. He sneered: "I teach my disciple every day, so I have many questions, but Mr. Hong seems to be full of students all over the world!"

After hearing this, several people turned red, obviously knowing that Hong Bingzheng did not include his disciples.

But since you have not included disciples, how could you, Hong Bing, have you all come up with ten questions without preparation?

"Does Mr. Hong have the magical skills of predicting the future? Then I want to see it."

The insiders were blushing when they said this, especially Chen Mao, who was the host, lowered his eyes slightly and said impatiently: "It's time for the competition. I'll talk about it after the competition is over."

"hehe!"

Fang Xing can only give up on such people.

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

"start!"

A stick of incense was lit in front of everyone and inserted into the incense burner. Everyone's eyes immediately gathered on Fang Xing and Hong Bingzheng.

After Fang Xing got the question he asked, he looked at it slightly and his face changed drastically and he was a little pale.

"It seems that he was stumped by Mr. Hong. It's indeed an embroidered pillow!"

"Mr. Hong is arithmetic and academic in nature, and he is not comparable to a liar!"

"Hahaha! I think Fang Xing might as well admit defeat immediately. In that case, he would suffer less of affliction!"

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

In the prince's uterus, today the prince's family sat together.

Zhu Zhanji was a little restless and looked out of the hall from time to time. His two younger brothers, Zhu Zhanyong, looked even more gloomy than last time, and didn't look like an eight or nine-year-old child at all.

Only Zhu Zhanji and Wanwan were staying together, and were solving a maze game given by Fang Xing.

The Crown Princess looked at her eldest son's appearance and smiled, "We all know Mr. Fang's ability. Isn't that Hong Bingzheng just a poor Jinshi? Why worry?"

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

Wanwan grabbed his hair and said impatiently: "Hurry up and find an exit!"

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

"Your Highness, Empress, Your Highness, Your Highness, has begun there."

"What's going on?"

Zhu Zhanji asked anxiously.

Zhu Gaochi nodded to Liang Zhong and signaled him to say quickly.

Liang Zhong wiped the sweat off his forehead and said with a somewhat ugly expression: "Both sides set questions for each other to do, but Hong Bingzheng didn't start writing, but Mr. Fang's face looked bad."

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

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

In the palace, Zhu Di was discussing matters with several important officials, but today everyone's spirit is not very focused and their efficiency is much less inefficient.

In the Duke of England, several women had different reactions, and were worried, and there were also... curses.

"I deserve it! It's best to embarrass him!"

Zhang Fu's eldest wife smiled proudly.

"Half of the incense stick has arrived!"

The student guarding the incense beside him shouted loudly.

Hong Bingzheng saw Fang Xing looking at the sky with his eyes, and he looked completely helpless. He felt a little more relaxed. He just looked down at the topics and dipped his dry brush back ink.

I guess Fang Xing won’t be able to do it either, so I have another question I can do.

Hong Bingzheng comforted himself, but when he looked up, he saw Fang Xing smiling at him.

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

What?

When everyone heard this, they couldn't believe it and looked at Fang Xing.

"He's not bragging, is he?"

"I think it's probably because he's doing it, and he's trying to disrupt Mr. Hong's calculations."

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

"I don't think so, Mr. Hong is a great scholar. How profound is the skill of qi cultivation? How could he be confused by such tricks?"

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

In the prince's uterus, when Liang Zhong told everyone that Fang Xing said breathlessly, Wanwan lifted the drawings of the maze and cheered: "I knew Fang Xing was giving in to him! I knew!"

Zhu Zhanqi was about to find the exit of the maze, but was ruined by this. He reached out to reason with his sister, but then he thought of a sentence his prince's father said in secret.

"This woman! It's really unreasonable!"

Zhu Zhanji slapped the armrest of the chair and stood up and said, "It's true that it's Brother Dehua. He first showed the enemy as weak, and then the surprise attacked. This is the art of war!"

And at Zhu Di, he also received a letter from the news. He heard this and said, "Let's see if that kid is talking wildly."

Hu Guang remembered the students taught by Fang Xing and smiled and said, "No matter what, Fang Xing's arithmetic deserves a title for everyone."
Chapter completed!