"This old man is really strong!" Zhao Bing listened indifferently as he spoke, but the two men were talking more and more excited, telling the story of the "wall collapse". After hearing this, he couldn't help laughing and sighed that the "combat power" of this side was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

It turned out that Fang Hui lost his source of life after his family was confiscated, but he made a living by selling articles with his former reputation and good writings. His life was not bad. According to the words of the brother Gao, he was older and became more greedy and lustful. Whenever he met a prostitute, he would kneel down and have no shame. Two maids called Zhou Shengxue and Liu Yuliu, whom he loved... Then he got a little maid and said half-fine, and he would like to serve him. Whenever he went out to his relatives and friends, he would wrap his food with lotus leaves, and put the food in his sleeves, and leave it behind. Every night he had a good time with his maid, and he would not avoid left and right. He had pain in his night, and the foot of the bed swayed and sounded, so he shook the earth on the wall. When a neighbor was sick, a northern guest was lying under the wall, so he was suppressed by the soil...

Thinking about the old man who is nearly 60 years old is still very good at pleasing women, but it is fine if the cannons are thundering, but it is almost knocked down the wall, which is earth-shaking. Even Zhao Bing has to give up the opponent's combat power. The "Old Wang next door" who is suppressed by the wall can only express great sympathy, and the rest is just envy.

"Haha, I didn't expect that Mr. Xugu would have such ability in his forties. But when I see his steps are empty, I don't have such ability. I'm afraid there is a mistake in the public!" The scholar surnamed Li was amazed, and he might not feel convinced. In addition, seeing that the old man's body was not as good as he could accomplish, he said a little confused.

"Brother Li, I think you are stupid in the countryside. I wonder if there is any fun thing?" The scholar surnamed Gao looked like he was going out, not to mention what we knew, and shook the folding fan in his hand.

"I would like to ask Brother Gao for some advice!" The scholar surnamed Li hurriedly poured tea for him and said.

"Cistancheban!" The scholar surnamed Gao was very satisfied with his respectful attitude and said softly with a fan covering his mouth.

"Brother Gao, what is this...? What is it? How much is it worth?" The scholar surnamed Li obviously didn't know what it was. He might think that if he asked, he felt that he was superficial, but he still didn't suppress his curiosity and he hesitated and asked.

"Oh!" The scholar named Gao may also feel that he was not careful in making friends, and he didn't even know this thing. But after sighing, he explained it, "It is said that there are wild horses and dragons in the wild Tatar, and the sperm is left on the ground. When it comes to spring, it will be like bamboo shoots coming out of the ground like bamboo shoots. The big ones are like cats, and the bamboo shoots are plump and frugal, and their shapes are not in harmony. They also have scales and meridians, which are called "Suyang", which is the so-called Cistanche. Some people say that the Tatar women are lustful and fond, and they like to combine them. The objects get yin energy and grow angry. The natives collect it, use a thin knife to remove the skin and fur, wash it, and make it clean, and the day stem is used as medicine. Its strength is a hundred times that of Cistanche, and its price is a hundred times that of regular products. Don't think about it."

"Brother Gao..." The scholar surnamed Li wanted to ask again, but he had already stood up and walked around him to meet him. But he knew Chen Pu, who thought he was unable to speak, so he sighed silently.

"Haha, the hot face is pressed against the cold butt!" Zhao Bing said that it was because he had heard of Chen Puqi's name for a long time, but he had no chance to meet him. Without waiting for him to take a closer look, the people on the seat had already stood up and surrounded him. Although the scholar surnamed Gao was almost at a loss to give a gift, he was pulled aside before he even introduced himself.

"They are just villains who are tempted by the flames!" Wang De poured tea for the emperor and said with a lip of his lips.

"Oh, it's rare to see Mr. Shi Tang, but he didn't have the chance to say a word!" Seeing Chen Pu being held like stars and walking towards the main seat, Gao Shizi couldn't even touch the edge. After returning to his seat, he drank two cups of tea and said incredibly melancholy.

"Is this Mr. Shitang very famous?" Zhao Bing pretended not to know and asked with a head protruding.

"Is it very famous? Mr. Shitang is a master of Neo-Confucianism in the world. You actually have this question!" Gao Shizi asked in surprise as if he saw a ghost.

"Is that right? I first arrived in the capital and was ignorant. I wonder if Mr. Shitang had established the Dexing Chuan Academy and also taught Chen Shangde, the chief of Chen Shangde, the Changle Aofeng Academy of Jianyang, the Aofeng Academy of Fuzhou, and the Changle Aofeng Academy?" Zhao Bing bowed and bowed in fear.

"That's right, Mr. Shitang is his name!" Gao Shizi glanced at Zhao Bing, picked up the airs of "senius" and nodded.

"Thank you, Brother Gao, for your advice, otherwise others would be laughing at me!" Zhao Bing said again, "I heard that Mr. Shitang had come to Beijing as an official several months ago. How could he ask what position he is now?"

"This... Mr. Shitang is a master. He refuses to enter the officialdom. His Majesty repeatedly tried to keep him, but he refused to give in!" The high scholar hesitated and said.

"Why can't I understand? It is said that Mr. Shitang was extremely excited when he heard that His Majesty had an edict. He said that he would finally have the opportunity to serve the country, so he would definitely devote himself to his efforts to the country. Why would he refuse again? Could it be that he was a small official!" Zhao Bing frowned and looked puzzled.

"Brother Tai must have believed the rumors. Mr. Shitang is a righteous man, so how could he care about the size of his official position?" Gao Shizi was stunned after hearing this, but defended him again.

"Setting one's mind for the heaven and earth, establish one's destiny for the people, inheriting one's unique knowledge for the past sages, and opening up peace for all ages is the essence of the sage. Mr. Shi Tang did not attend the Mongolian Yuan, so he was deeply aware of the great righteousness. However, the emperor now repeated Jiangnan and determined to revive the Song Dynasty. It was the time to use people. His firm words might be contrary to the sage's sayings. I see that he has already grasped everyone's demeanor!" Zhao Bing raised his own doubts.

"This brother is right, and I also heard that the emperor intended to ask Mr. Shi Tang to preside over the institute to cultivate talents for the country. However, he claimed that he had the talent to assist the king and govern the country, and could hold the authority to rule the country. But he had not received the favor of the emperor, so he refused to give in!" Li Shizi said in accordance with the words.

"It's all rumor... Mr. Wenxing has arrived, you can tell his reputation!" The Gao Shizi certainly refused to admit his mistake and argued. It happened that someone came in again at this time, and he hurriedly changed the subject.

"As far as I know, he was just a scholar who failed the title in a row. After the Mongols invaded the south, he stayed in Dongxiao Palace and ignored the world. Why did he come to participate in the poetry meeting?" Li Shizi asked.

"Oh, he has arrived!" Zhao Bing and Deng Mu had met with him. Although he felt that he might not be able to recognize him, he was still a little guilty and responded vaguely and turned around to avoid him. He looked at him and saw that he was still a unique routine. He went to the temple and was wearing a Taoist robe, but his head was not tied with his hair, and there was a Taoist servant on each side, one holding a piano and the other holding a sir. Suddenly, he couldn't figure out how many bowls of dry rice this person had.

"A lewd person!" Wang De snorted coldly.

"With two Taoist boys, they became lewd people. What are those who hugged nuns and singers?" Zhao Bing smiled and smiled.

"Young Master, those two Taoist boys are extraordinary!" Wang De whispered.

"Although their appearance is pretty and their behavior is more charming, they are not women, right?" After reminding him, Zhao Bing looked at it twice, but he saw some differences. He was like a sissy, but he thought it was normal. It was not impossible to dress up as a man with that guy's personality.

"Young Master, that's **, it's as good as Long Yang!" Wang De hesitated and said.

"It's not a shemale, right?" Zhao Bing's face changed a few times after hearing this. He felt like he had eaten a fly. He didn't expect that these romantic talents actually had such a perverted hobby. He also figured out why Wang De looked so well, maybe he thought of himself, and he felt a little sympathetic.

"Young master, I don't know what a ladyboy is, but I do have a family of officials who raise him and serve as a maid to have fun..." Wang De explained in a low voice.

Zhao Bing then realized that there was a role like a maid among the identities of concubines and maids. If it was easy to understand, then the viewers could understand that maids were public in the mansion, while maids were privately owned by the male owner. In order to meet the perverted needs of some people, some people dressed up as girls and sold them into wealthy families, but when they showed their male appearance when they grew up, they would be abandoned, and some people would be castrated and sent to the palace.

Some people came one after another when speaking, and the poetry meeting officially began, but it was not as Zhao Bing imagined. They just hung their recent works under the tree, asked people to comment, and then judges commented on them, and took the best works into the book. Those scholars also came to the poetry meeting for the idea of ​​becoming famous. Once they were praised by these masters, they would become famous, which would be of great benefit to their participation in the imperial examination and even their career.

"Young Master, do you think these poems are written?" Everyone left their seats one after another. It seemed too abrupt to sit here again, so they also got up and left to pretend to "appreciate" the poems and paintings. Although he had been guided by famous teachers in this regard, he was not even a half-baked one. However, after studying for so many years, he had some appreciation ability. Ma Duanlin also took the opportunity to return to the emperor and asked softly.

"Don't you know about my two tricks?" Zhao Bing said with a smile.

"Young Master is too humble, please judge a few more words!" Ma Duanlin bowed.

"I read a few articles, and I always feel that most of these poems are dusk, sad about the changes of the times, and compassion for the world. Compared with Yue Wumu's "I am old and have fame, old pine and bamboo, old, and I'm blocking my return journey. I want to give my thoughts to the Yaoqin, but I have few soulmates, and who can listen to the strings?' The ultimate writing is more like a whineless moan, lacking the courage and losing the essence. No matter how good I write, it is not a good work!" Zhao Bing said.

"Young Master has a unique vision!" Ma Duanlin blushed, but he knew that what the little emperor said was true, and said embarrassedly, "Young Master, look at the paintings here, there are also masterpieces of painting."

"Okay!" Zhao Bing nodded.

"Young Master, there is Mr. Yutan's new work "Mountain Residence" that you can watch it!" Ma Duanlin stretched out his hand and invited him.

"Okay!" Zhao Bing knew that Mr. Yutan was named Qian Xuan, known as the "Ba Jun of Wuxing". He was named with his relative Zhao Mengfu, but refused the Mongol Yuan enthronement and lived in the mountains and rivers during the fall. He walked over and found that he had surrounded people, and several veterans of the poetry club were among them. He pulled Ma Duanlin, who was driving the way in front, shook his head gently, indicating that he didn't have to squeeze in. Anyway, he was not looking at the painting, but listening to them.

"Mr. Yutan's paintings are gorgeous and elegant, and they are exquisite and elegant in their craftsmanship and exquisiteness. They are really a masterpiece!" Fang Feng said.

"That's right, everyone." Wu Siqi pointed to the painting and said, "Mr. Yutan outlined the outline of the mountains, stones and forests with fine and flexible brushwork, used green and heavy colors, and embellished with gold powder to maximize the skill of 'Golden and Green Mountains'!"

"I only love quietness when I live in the mountains. I cover the wooden door at noon. There are many people who are not in harmony and have no desire for self-esteem. Both the roars and the penis have ambitions, and the orchids have different roots. How can I get Mengzhuang's old man to meet and discuss in detail? The poem is the finishing touch, and the poems and paintings complement each other, and the clumsiness is created by cleverness!" Zhao Bing saw that the man was Chen Pu, and he pointed the painting but seemed to point out the country.

"It's hard to be so elegant after being drunk, you are too proud!" Qian Xuan smiled on his face and bowed to everyone.

"Who doesn't know that Mr. Yutan can't make poetry and painting without wine? As the saying goes: When painting, you can't make pictures without drunk wine, but you can't make pictures without drunkenness. Only when you are drunk and drunk can you become a masterpiece!" Zhang Yan said with a smile.

"Haha, don't make fun of everyone. We are all tricks. Mr. Shitang is the best. He is a great man. He can spread the way of saints when he stays in the countryside. He can make peace with the world when he reaches the temple!" Qian Xuan bowed with a smile.

"Mr. Shi Tang came to Beijing this time to respond to the imperial edict, which shows that the emperor also knew great talents. It was a plan to show his talents, so why didn't he accept it?" Wu Siqi asked.

"The emperor said it was to recruit talents, but he did not allow Mr. Shitang to become an official in the court, and he refused to be a shepherd and guard the other side, but he asked the gentleman to join the craftsmen. This can be said to be a secret bead, and it even shamed us scholars." Fang Hui said first.

"Scholars, farmers, industry and commerce are the last step, and there is no virtuous or virtuous. Mr. Shitang is a great scholar of the world, but he wants to teach such vulgar people, so he should be eliminated!" Deng Mu also said angrily.

"The army should not comment irrelevantly, so as not to cause trouble!" Qian Xuan hurriedly stopped him.

"We are just a man in the countryside, who has no official position and no intention of career. What's the fear? Mr. Shitang educates countless people and writes for a long time, but encounters this great humiliation, which makes Shilin even more shameful!" Another man in Taoist robe stood up and said with anger.

"There are no gentlemen, like cutting and learning, like polishing and grinding, and turtle and turtle, and turtle..." At this time, the sound of chanting poems suddenly came from outside the circle.

"Who disturbs the elegant atmosphere?" Deng Mu roared angrily after hearing this. He knew that this was from the Book of Songs, which meant to use the use of learning and craftsmanship to describe the exquisite knowledge and kindness of a gentleman. The Great Learning is used to express the Tao: Those who are as sharp as learning, such as Taoism; those who are as sharp as polishing as polishing are self-cultivation. Obviously, some people read these sentences at this time, which clearly point to their words to craftsmen just now.

"Cutting with a knife and saw, carving with a vertebrae, all of which are cut into objects to form shapes. Use tin to grind with sand and gravel to treat objects to make them smooth. Those who treat bones and horns should cut and revise them. Those who treat jade should be polished and re-ground..." The man seemed to listen but did not hear it, and said again.
Chapter completed!