"The Prime Minister's School is not divided into different levels, and it is not impossible for ordinary people to... "As soon as Fang Zilan spoke, he was interrupted by Fang Lihui, "Sister Lan, do you believe this kind of thing?"

Fang Zilan's expression stagnated, and Fang Lihui sneered: "If you don't believe it yourself, it's impossible. You know, in the early years, there were rich and noble children and poor people. As long as you want, you can receive education. But in recent years, they have been poor families like Lord Wu Sheng, who have no foundation. Although they have no things and cannot even afford to study, they can be pawns once they enter the officialdom. Even if there are too many losses, what's the harm?"

"You mean..." Fang Zilan looked surprised, and Fang Lihui gently waved the folding fan and half-covered his face. "This is a profitable business. It can not only win a reputation, but also have chess pieces that are devoted to one's heart. The most important thing is that the poor families of aristocratic families need to balance, and this move will inevitably be supported by His Majesty."

Hearing this, Fang Zilan's thin lips twitched, but she didn't make any sound. After a while, she said, "Does my cousin want to say, my father, who is the prime minister, uses his power for personal gain?"

"My uncle has always been good at watching the direction of the wind." Fang Lihui's expression was a little sharp, "If not, why could he be promoted step by step to the position of prime minister in the past and present dynasties without falling?"

For some reason, Fang Zilan felt anger in her heart and smashed the teacup on the table with a clang, "Cousin, my father is very good at observing the direction of the wind, what does this have to do with you? You are in a gangster and bandits, and ignore the Fang family..."

"You are wrong." Fang Lihui stopped Fang Zilan's words in a tepid voice and said indifferently: "How can the Fang family not know about the collusion between officials and bandits, embezzlement and bribery? But the Fang family can't afford to offend both sides. What do you think I can do?"

Fang Zilan was stunned by the question and subconsciously said, "Is there no way to compromise?"

"The twists and turns are complicated, how can you explain it clearly in just a few words?" Fang Lihui sighed, "You just need to know that no one can always stay neutral."

"The Fang family has been operating for several years and is no longer a little lamb at slaughter." Fang Zilan said in a cold voice, "My cousin said this simply because he was able to benefit from it because he pretended to have no choice but to do it."

"It's a last resort?" Fang Lihui repeated this sentence, as if he had heard something ridiculous and laughed out loud, "My Lam, do you think that 70% of the business in the world is enough in the Fang family? Who in the world will think that money is hot? What's more, even if the Prime Minister's School is famous, it is not easy to cultivate poor students into an officialdom. The simplest question is where does the money come from?"

Fang Zilan was speechless. Fang Lihui put away the folding fan with a "pop" and said in a deep voice: "What you take for granted is invisible hard work behind it. I am willing to stand in the darkness for the Fang family."

However, Fang Zilan still walked respectfully to the old man, squatted down and said politely: "Old man, what do you mean by what you just said?"

The old man narrowed his eyes, and a gleam flashed through his eyes, "Oh, you little girl are a little interesting, you can even listen to my bad old man."

"The old man is too proud." Fang Zilan waved his hand, "I would like to give you advice."

"That's when Emperor Ning Shun was in power." The old man raised his face, his white hair spread a little, revealing his clear eyes, looking at the lush green on his head, as if he was trapped in memories.

The debate on Taoism among the crowd has already begun, but Fang Zilan seemed to not care, but just looked at the old man in front of him with a steady attitude - his eyes were not as turbid as an old man in the evening, but as clear as a young man.

Intuition told her that this old man was extraordinary and he must know something.

"The second young master Zhuge back then was really amazing. Not only was his calligraphy first-class, but his eloquence was also excellent. He had never lost in his discussion on Taoism and defense." The old man said lightly and seemed to have a light in his eyes. "Even Mr. Su Heng praised him, and there was also Master Yimian. After talking to him, he once said that if this son converted, there would be someone who succeeded in Zen Buddhism, and the name of Baiye Temple is worthy of his defeat."

"What?" A shock flashed across Fang Zilan's face, "Old man, who is Master Yimian?"

"The former abbot of Baiye Temple, his master." The old man said as he looked at the noisy crowd. Fang Zilan followed his gaze and saw Master Leyuan standing in the center at a glance.

The white robe is clean and spotless. The red robe looks like fire, which makes his eyebrows and eyes become more delicate, but there is no enchanting fireworks, but instead exudes an inexplicable solemnity.

"The iron-blooded man who fought on the battlefield has always had today and no tomorrow. If he saw through life and death in the world, who else could match him?" The old man snorted coldly, his voice became cold and faint. "Are those old monks who only sit empty-handed at wooden sculptures and clay sculptures all day long, can they be called great monks by chanting scriptures at an age? It's so ridiculous."

"Old man..." Fang Zilan was interrupted by the old man as soon as she opened her mouth. "How could a compassionate heart and a thought of pity for the world have fallen to this point today? If Master Yimian saw it, would he regret slaughtering him?"

"Old man, you said that Master Yuan is amazing and talented, not a person who is famous for his reputation." Fang Zilan said firmly: "Since that's the case, no matter how far he goes, I believe he can break out."

"Good girl..." The old man suddenly turned red, "I... I just feel sorry, why would such a good person suffer so much? Girl, look at it carefully. Today's scenery will be remembered for generations in the future."

Fang Zilan stood up and looked back. Master Lu Yuan was like a rising sun, chatting and laughing calmly, but...

When everyone saw the words on the paper, they were whispering. The words that were just plain and simple are indeed much inferior to other monks. Although the way of debate does not win by words, such words...

"You see Master Yuan's hand!" Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted. Fang Zilan's lips were pursed into a straight line, and she watched Master Yuan roll up his sleeves for the convenience of writing, revealing the hideous scars on his arms.

The old man looked at Master Yuan’s calm expression and murmured: “Have you let go of it all?”

Fang Zilan stood outside the crowd and heard the argument clearly. From the Buddha cutting flesh and feeding the eagle to picking flowers and smiling, Master Leyuan talked with each word, every word was the Master Randeng who rarely spoke, and his face was full of praise and relief.

Seeing that the debate on Taoism was coming to an end, she turned to look under the tree. The old man left at some point, but he kept chanting words like murmurs, but they kept lingering in her ears and never left for a long time.

The old man said he deserves it.
Chapter completed!