Not giving this old guy a disrespectful look is not only unfavorable to the new policy, but also the girl in red was so angry that her face turned red, and her fingers were shaking violently, like a beautiful little flower hit by the wind and rain, which made people feel very unbearable.

"This lady, someone distorts the saint's words. If you refute it, why bother to get angry?" Zhu Youlang ignored Mr. Huang and only bowed to the girl in red and persuaded him.

The girl in red had already seen Zhu Youlang and her party, and she also had a little affection for this handsome young man. She was so angry that she trembled with her hands, and deep down she really didn't want to lose face in front of this man.

At this time, when I saw a young man coming to comfort me, I felt even more wronged. When my eyes turned red, I was about to burst into tears.

"Oh? Distort the words of the saint? May I ask this gentleman's name?" When Mr. Huang saw someone standing up for the woman in red, he also said sarcastically, and secretly said that he distorted the words of the saint. He had a fighting spirit for life, and quickly bowed and asked.

"Huang Zhizhong." Zhu Youlang looked back at him, neither returning the gift nor being polite, and sat there loudly and replied coldly.

When Mr. Huang saw that this person was not very old and was quite arrogant, he felt even more angry.

"Oh, it turns out that he was a family with Huang five hundred years ago."

"No, let alone five hundred years, it was not a family a thousand years ago." Zhu Youlang replied without hesitation.

"I am the emperor, how can I be the same as your surname?" Zhu Youlang thought to himself.

Dai Yilan smiled in her heart when he answered this, and it seemed that the old man was in trouble. The girl in red felt warm when she heard this. She felt that she was protecting her.

"Mr. Huang is disdainful of talking about Huang's ancestry, and I think there must be something extraordinary. I dare to ask Mr. Huang, you said just now that someone distorted the words of the saint. Is it Huang?" Mr. Huang naturally became even more angry when he heard this, and said, "Who is this person so rude? Who wants to talk to you about the ancestry? Isn't it just a polite word? He protects the woman when he sees him, and ignores the most basic etiquette, is he still a scholar?"

"Is there another word from someone else to say a saint or a right-hand word from someone else? Isn't that just talking about you?" Zhu Youlang was really annoying and didn't say anything about his face.

"Then I ask, why did Mr. Huang distort the saint's words?" Mr. Huang was so angry that he almost turned over the table. However, he was still concerned about his identity, suppressed his anger, and pretended to be gentle.

"Every word you are wrong. A gentleman is like righteousness, and a villain is like righteousness, and he will not say anything about profit. The lady has refuted you and refuted it very carefully. From this, it can be seen that the lady has a wide range of knowledge of saints and has a deeper understanding, which is far better than you." Zhu Youlang said this, and looked at the girl in red. When the girl in red heard him praise him and criticize him for his bluntly, she felt much better. Her eyes gradually emitted light and listened carefully to how the young man fought with Old Man Huang.

"Everything is inferior, but the study is high. You think Wang Zhu is a saint, and the lady has corrected your fallacy, so I won't say much. There are two lines in the original poem on which the emperor values ​​heroes and the article teaches you, and there are also courtesys who serve as a farmer in the evening. Generals and ministers are originally without seeds, and men should be self-reliant. This poem is obviously written to encourage learning, but not to show that scholars are nobler than others. Otherwise, why do you say that generals and ministers are originally without seeds? Doesn't this sentence say that everyone is equal and has the opportunity to be generals and prime ministers?"

"Besides, isn't it right for the emperor to value heroes? How rich is the Northern Song Dynasty? If it weren't for the emphasis on literature and over military affairs, how could the Yuan people occupy the country? In today's Guangzhou, if it weren't for the military soldiers to use their lives, and the soldiers would have kept Guangzhou safe, where would the peace come from? Can you eat safely here? Can you study safely at home?"

"If you take the meaning out of context, don't seek much understanding, and show off in public, isn't it a scholar who should do it?"

Zhu Youlang was like his teacher teaching students, with a strong sense of guidance and a condescending aura of a superior, which made Mr. Huang feel very uncomfortable, but Dai Yilan and the girl in red felt very relieved.

Zhu Youlang debated with Mr. Huang, and asked all the guests who were eating in the shop to stop. Even Wei Duo stopped the business and came to listen.

Zhu Youlang saw that there were too many people, so he wanted to talk about the government.

When he said this, everyone in the store was convinced, except for Mr. Huang, who was a stepping stone.

"Okay, OK, it's so good!" The girl in green clapped her hands happily.

She applauded, and the girl in red, Dai Yilan, Bai Xing, the guards and other customers in the store also applauded.

On the one hand, it was very well-written, and on the other hand, everyone couldn't stand Mr. Huang's face just now. If someone cured him, everyone was happy to see him making a fool of himself.

"You, you..., you are talking nonsense, you are insulting your kindness!" Mr. Huang was both ashamed and annoyed, his beard was swelling, obviously very angry, and pointed at Zhu Youlang and said angrily.

Seeing him pointing to the emperor, Bai Xing was about to come over. Seeing Zhu Youlang glanced at him, he stopped again.

"Geeh... Old Man Huang, I know an idiom, you are desperate to jump over the wall!" The baby fat clapped his hands and said with anger.

"Don't make trouble! Why do you say that?" Zhu Youlang glared at the baby fat and said angrily. The latter spitted out his tongue and laughed at Zhu Youlang.

The girl in red was also happy and didn't get angry about others' beating her maid.

"I know you are not convinced, so I will ask you again. What can I do if only women and villains are difficult to raise?" Zhu Youlang turned his face and asked Mr. Huang.

"What's the problem with this? It's difficult for a woman to get along with a villain. If it's close, it's not inferior, and if it's far away, it's grievance." Mr. Huang said with his neck in his arms.

"According to your opinion, the saints mean that women are villains, right?" Zhu Youlang followed closely.

“That’s right.”

"Oh? Really?" Zhu Youlang's eyes had a stronger joking meaning, and he asked immediately.

"Of course, that's the case." Mr. Huang replied with confidence.

Zhu Youlang only smiled when he heard his answer. When the girl in red saw his expression, she immediately understood what he meant and quickly whispered to the baby fat.

"As you say so, what about your mother, your wife, and your daughter, are they all villains?" The lady was so fat that she gave advice, and immediately woke up and said it regardless.

“Hahahahahahaha….”

Except for Bai Xing and several guards who had no participation in the same expression, everyone in the store laughed loudly. Wei Duo held back and did not laugh out loud. Dai Yilan and the girl in red laughed so hard that their waists were bent, and they shouted, "It's a broken air, it's a broken air!"

"Little girl, why are you talking so timidly? Are you not afraid of being angry with the old man?" Zhu Youlang smiled in his eyes and said, "Baby fat".

"It's not worth the life!" said the baby fat and tiring.
Chapter completed!