The gate of the Imperial College was silent, and everyone was watching Zhao Sheng.

"What is his family doing?"

There must be a reason for the rash rise, and it was just a target of the Royal Grandson's teacher. It would be strange if there was no background.

A person who probably knew the inside story sneered: "Zhao Sheng's uncle is in the Jinyiwei."

"Embroidered Uniform Guard?"

The person who asked the question immediately shut up. It is obviously not a cost-effective business to get involved in the Jinyiwei these days.

"Is the people from the Jinyiwei the idea of ​​attacking the crown prince?"

Someone immediately thought of the commander of the Jinyiwei who was said to have to give face to the prince and grandson.

Ji Gang!

"But I just want to know how Mr. Fang uses mathematics to govern!"

A hard-hearted student shouted regretfully.

"Then haven't you bought a math book?"

"But that's just the first volume."

"Since there is the first volume, there will definitely be the second volume and the third volume, wait slowly."

The angry student shouted at Zhao Sheng: "Don't think that it's great if your uncle is the Jinyiwei, but that's the crown prince. In the future, your uncle is nothing!"

Zhao Sheng's mouth was twitching, trying to refute it, but today he had completely failed, and he was even completely ignored by Fang Xing.

What are the consequences of failure?

Will this matter involve the struggle between the court?

A small Imperial College student is not qualified to be used as cannon fodder, so...

The climate in the morning and evening has made Zhu Di uncomfortable recently, so he handled political affairs in the warm room.

At this time, a little eunuch came in and he whispered softly in Zhu Di's close-fitting eunuch's ear for a while.

The eunuch walked over and lowered his eyes and reported, "Your Majesty, someone will wake up after provoking him today."

Zhu Di asked without raising his head, "Why?"

The eunuch said more respectfully: "Someone wants to make Fang Xing an enemy of Confucianism. That person has an uncle in his family, the Qianhu, the Jinyiwei."

"Um?"

Zhu Di threw away the memorial in his hand, and his frown made everyone in the warm cabinet lower their heads.

"Tell me Ji Gang to see me."

Fang Xing returned home and just finished supper when he saw Jia Quan.

"I said why are you sneaking all day long? This is not a tiger's den!"

Jia Quan smiled awkwardly and said, "The Xiaguan learned spy at the beginning, so he couldn't change it later."

"What's the matter?"

Fang Xing heard Jia Quan's stomach clamor, so he asked the kitchen to make noodles for him.

After thanking Jia Quan, he said, "Your Highness knows what happened in the Imperial College this afternoon. I ask the official to tell you that there is no need to worry about this matter, Your Majesty will make a judgment."

Fang Xing raised his eyebrows and said, "I want to know who is behind it?"

Ma Dan! A student from the Imperial College dared to question the book we woke up. You must know that the book was printed in the palace, so Sabi would believe that the emperor did not know about the book.

But in this situation, someone actually stood up, and took advantage of the Imperial College where Imperial College was absent from school and wanted to dig a hole and bury people in public.

Seeing Fang Xing laughing, Jia Quan felt a sense of coldness coming up from the tailbone.

"Tell me, if the grandson asks, I will say I forced you to say it."

Fang Xing saw Jia Quan’s embarrassment, and the steaming big bowl of noodles arrived, so he stood up and said.

The noodles look very chewy and the soup is white. This is a color that has been made with large bones for a long time.

The noodles are covered with a layer of meat toppings, a little chili oil and shallots, which makes Jia Quan's appetite wide.

"Zhao Sheng has an uncle named Zhao Guozhang, who is the Qianhu of the Jinyiwei."

Fang Xing waved his hand thoughtfully and said, "You should eat noodles quickly, and then go back and report."

Jia Quan was eating noodles with a whirring sound. Fang Xing walked to the door and looked at the stars hanging in the deserted sky, and the corners of his mouth gradually tightened.

Jia Quan finished eating in a few seconds, burped, and bowed to leave.

"Go back and tell the grandson, don't move!"

Fang Xing warned.

Ji Gang's current power has reached its peak. Everyone knows this principle. If the moon is full, it will lose. If the water is full, it will overflow.

Retreat early is the best way to deal with it.

But will Ji Gang, who tastes sweet and delicious, be content with loneliness?

When Ji Gang walked into the hall, he saw Zhu Di's expressionless face above and knelt down with a thud.

"Bang!"

Zhu Di slapped the teacup in his hand on the table and said coldly: "What's going on with Zhao Guozhang?"

Ji Gang's heart skipped a beat, and then he defended: "Your Majesty, you are talking about the Imperial College today. I have just investigated it clearly. Please allow me to defend myself."

Zhu Di snorted, Ji Gang quickly said, "According to my investigation, Zhao Sheng got closer to the Qin Ban in the Imperial College, and later the Qin Ban was dismissed, so Zhao Sheng kept holding a grudge. So after Fang Xing published the book, he thought he had found a handle. When he found out that Fang Xing had arrived at the Imperial College, he blocked the way and questioned."

What a road blocking question!

Zhu Di's eunuch lowered his eyes and said nothing, but in his heart he admired Ji Gang's magical skill of changing shapes.

The information at that time said that Zhao Sheng wanted to make Fang Xing an enemy of Confucianism, but when Ji Gang's mouth turned into a roadblock, it was purely an academic dispute.

A few smoke cages were burned in the hall, which were very warm and comfortable. But Ji Gang felt very hot.

heat!

A large drop of sweat slid from his face to the ground, and soon wet the ground beneath him.

The nine-five masters are to be seized by life and death.

I want the right!

At this moment, Ji Gang never longed for power so much.

He also wants to dominate other people's life and death.

"Damn it!"

After a moment of silence, a roar came from above, and tea cups came with them.

"Bang!"

Ji Gang only felt a pain on his forehead, and then the porcelain piece slid down from his eyes.

Still moving!

Ji Gang didn't dare to move, even though the warm blood was flowing down from his forehead, blurring his gaze.

Just in this red sight, he saw Zhu Di get up from the imperial throne and strode over.

"Do you think I don't know your trick?"

Zhu Di's beard raised, but this does not mean happiness, but extreme anger.

"You Ji Gang is very brave. You dare to recruit Fang Xing, huh?"

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue. Ji Gang immediately lay on the ground and whined: "Your Majesty, I just admire the knowledge of His Highness the Grandpa Grand His Majesty, so I want to ask Mr. Fang to teach the people from the Jinyiwei Yamen. I am guilty! I deserve to die!"

Zhu Di stopped and said coldly: "The King of Han has been studying behind closed doors recently. Do you Ji Gang want to go too?"

The eunuch sighed in his heart, knowing that Ji Gang passed another hurdle.

Ji Gang just said that he wanted to ask Fang Xing to teach at the Jinyiwei, which was indirectly saying that Zhu Gaochi and his son were surrounded by well-educated people, while Han King and Ji Gang were isolated and helpless.

Sure enough, Zhu Di kicked Ji Gang on the shoulder, kicked him a few times, and then scolded: "Get out!"

Ji Gang almost rolled and crawled outside the hall.

Although there are lanterns not far from this road, most of them are darker.

Just in this place where darkness and light intertwined, Ji Gang licked the blood on his lips.

The light reflected a colorful color on his face, and the red face gradually cracked.
Chapter completed!