Facing this group of Imperial College Supervisors who are proud of heaven, Zhao Xing could only bow and smile at them: "My little sirs, I don't know why, come to my simple yamen to protest the petition?"

At this time, a serious-looking student came out of this group of students and bowed to Zhao Xing, introducing himself with his nostrils facing the sky: "I am Song Lian, a native of Nanzhili."

Immediately afterwards, a white-faced prison student stood up: "In Xia Shikang, a person from Zhejiang."

"I am working as a member of Jiangsu."

"Below--"

After introducing themselves one by one, a total of 10 people stood up. Of course, these 10 people are the representatives elected this time. The reason why they revealed their origins was to explain to Zhao Xing that we are all from the Southerners.

After they revealed their identities, Zhao Xing already understood that they were only seeking the northerners and not the southerners for this time.

After understanding the other party's purpose, Zhao Xing immediately became eight big and his head was buzzing. The reason why Zhao Xing scratched his head was that this group of people were the elites of this era, and they could not be beaten or scolded. But the questions they raised must be answered, otherwise things would be difficult to continue.

Your goals cannot be changed. What needs to be changed must be the other party.

Song Lian, the representative of the supervisor, still had his nostrils facing the sky: "This time, the emperor should be kind to the emperor to the world, but you, the Babi man, have been fortunate to enter the villain and were in the imperial study. Why did you go against the emperor's wishes? You, the scholars from Jiangnan, rank our Jiangnan out?"

He was lucky to enter the villain, and Qiu Ba said to him. He also mentioned the question from the Imperial Study Room. At that time, he was so terrified that Chongzhen was so bloody.

The reason why he scolded Chongzhen and not the group of prison students was because he was really helpless. He was playing the role of the king and minister who performed a few days ago. In the blink of an eye, he bought himself again. It is obvious that in the court, there was an official Donglin who could not beat the sand and wanted to get involved in the sand, and he threw the blame at him and asked him to take the jar for him. As a boss, he always did not protect his subordinates, and he was really not a qualified employee.

But Zhao Xing was still unable to get angry, so he could only say kindly to Song Lian: "First of all, I will not be guilty of your crime of peeping into military and national affairs. Don't refute it, I will care about this. Second, I declare that I am not a lucky minister. You can open your eyes to see what I do. Which point is not for the country and the people? Third, I am Qiu Ba, but Qiu Ba is not used as a humble person. Qiu Ba is about the soldiers, and the soldiers fight for the country, which ensures that you are a group of people who are in high spirits and study with peace of mind. In short, they are your benefactors."

As soon as these three points came out, the ten representatives immediately made an uproar. Song Lian stepped forward and shouted: "I don't listen to your clever words and despise you. I will ask you, why did you bewitch the emperor this time, and Enko turned us from the southern scholars away?"

Zhao Xing patiently explained: "Enke, it was not in the formal imperial examination, but the emperor set something to celebrate. This is actually a royal matter, and this is the rule. Secondly, you may be watching the sky in a well, no, you are not caring about external affairs, and only reading the books of sages. You have forgotten the rules that the scholars in Jiangnan respected, "The sound of wind and rain sounds and readings are heard, family affairs and national affairs are the world, and everything is concerned about. In recent years, natural disasters and man-made disasters in the northwest, and even Yi Si in the capital area

The whole north is completely in chaos. But what are you southern scholars doing? You still enjoy peace and study safely. The scholars and literati in the north are suffering from suffering in the war and war. In this torment, it represents the court, doing its best to promote education and stabilize the hearts of the army and the people. Therefore, in order to commend them for their contributions to the king and the country in such a situation, the emperor specially opened this encore. Is it wrong?”

Faced with Zhao Xing's reasonable and well-founded statement, Song Lian and others seemed to be prepared. At that time, Shi Kang stood up and sneered: "The imperial examination ceremony is to select talents for the country, but for just one reason, he selected a group of guys with no brains. This is a disaster to the country and the people. You are the disaster to the Ming Dynasty."

When Zhao Xing faced such questions, he could only continue to maintain his peace and patiently explain: "What this young man said is nothing. But not to mention that there are many wars in the north, and scholars have almost no peaceful desk; and there are many peace in the south, and you have a profound cultural and educational background. In this way, it is unfair to let the south and the north fight for that quota together. Therefore, Master Hongwu has the lesson plan for the north and south, and the two questions of the imperial examination in the north and south, you can't object to this point, right?"

Shi Kang immediately shut up. If he dared to object, he would never be able to do anything about law or ritual alone.

Zhao Xing explained patiently again: "And the ultimate goal of Enke this time is to reward those scholars who contributed to the stability of the north, and it will not affect the normal imperial examination at all. Let everyone give in and consider the overall situation. This is what your supervisor should do to share the worries of the country." Then he thought that it would be fine, so he bowed: "Go back and continue to study, but fortunately, I am outstanding in the upcoming competition. Goodbye, I won't send it." Then he turned around and prepared to return to the yamen to continue his endless work of documents.

I have a lot of serious business, so how can I have free time to chat with them?

But Song Lian shouted: "Stop it."

With this very rude sentence, Zhao Xing's anger was ignited with a bang. He slowly turned around, put away his originally kind smile, his face was covered with frost, and he said to Zhifeng beside him: "What should he be punished if he is superior or inferior, offends his superiors?"

Zhifeng had long been disgusted with these people. When he heard his boss's question, he immediately replied without hesitation: "There is no superior or inferior, 50 big thrones, rudely contradicting his boss, 50 big thrones, and exile as a military officer."

Zhao Xing didn't know if there were such rules, but in this era of strict hierarchy, there was absolutely no problem in beating him. So he said coldly: "According to the law, implement it, and then send him to Gansu to guard the border."

When Song Lian heard this, he was shocked, but he was fearless: "I can't punish the doctor, I have fame and fortune, and you don't have the right to hit me."

This is a legitimate reason. In this era, even a small scholar would not kneel down when he saw the county magistrate. No matter what crime he committed, the county magistrate had no right to fight this scholar unless the county magistrate had first revolutionized his fame.

Zhao Xing swallowed the anger with difficulty. As a result, before he could continue to say anything, the guy said with confidence again: "The same sentence is the case. The Lun Talent Ceremony is to acquire talents for the country. The northern people are vulgar. You Qiu Ba are to protect the northern people and harm this country. I now ask that you change this rule immediately now."

Zhao Xing sneered at him: "You said that the northerners are so vulgar, but I, Qiu Ba, are even more vulgar. Well, I am the northerners, so let the two of us compare and let everyone present testify. I, Qiu Ba, are better than you in writing, or you, the so-called southerners, are stronger than me. Then let everyone know that there are talented people in the world, regardless of north or south, nor in the countryside. Let you see, there are also capable people in the north."

As soon as this said, Zhifeng staggered and almost lay on the ground.

There has always been no first in literature and no second in martial arts. There is no accurate judgment on the confrontation between the two sides' poetry, songs and essays. Another point is that my own master usually submits memorials to the emperor, and he is a kind of rural slang that is a family-style slang, and he has no literary talent at all, let alone quote the classics. Isn't you humiliating yourself?

When Song Lian heard this, he was ecstatic at that time. You Qiu Ba dared to use this method to fight me, and you would definitely lose. So he immediately asked, "What should you do if you lose?"
Chapter completed!