Report to your majesty, the prince is courting death again

Xu An was immediately upset and stood in front of Xiao Yuanlang.

"Hey, old man Fan, you can't stand losing, you beat the younger one, now the older one comes, right?"

Fan Mao stroked his long beard and looked at Xu An, smiling but not saying anything.

He seemed to dislike Xu An for not having the same qualifications as him to talk.

Kong Mingzhen, the tutor of the Imperial College, and many university scholars of the Daqian Dynasty also looked at Fan Mao, all with ugly faces.

"Mr. Fan, what do you mean?"

Kong Mingzhen stared at Fan Mao and said, "As a great scholar in the literary world and a role model for Confucian scholars in the world, isn't it inappropriate for you to personally bully a junior?"

"Hey, Kong Jijiu, what you said is serious. How can this be called bullying?"

Fan Mao waved his hand, stroked his long beard and said, "I just saw the attainments of Mr. Xu in poetry, which made me curious about the children of Daqian."

"I think I have some talent, so I'll ask a question to see what the character of the children of Daqian is like? Even if there are shortcomings, I can give some pointers."

Xu An's blood pressure almost soared when he heard it.

Look, this is the old fox.

He clearly wants to slap you in the face, but what he said makes you unable to find any fault, and you even voluntarily stretch your face out for him to slap.

This old guy is a role model for Confucian scholars in the world. I don't know how many students will flock to him to get his guidance.

Kong Mingzhen and others were also speechless, their faces were livid, but they could not find any reason to refute.

"Your Majesty, what do you think?"

Fan Mao smiled and looked at Emperor Yuan Kang, seeking his opinion.

I think? Can I refuse such a thing?

If I refuse, the entire literary world will probably criticize me and call me incompetent, right?

"Of course, no problem. It is their honor for my Daqian children to get the guidance of Mr. Fan." Emperor Yuan Kang said with a smile.

"Okay, then I will ask the question."

Fan Mao smiled and took two steps forward, staring at the people below the stage and said: "My question is very simple. Why do you study?"

Hearing this, all the Daqian Confucian scholars fell into thinking.

Even Emperor Yan narrowed his eyes slightly at this time. This question seems simple, but it is not so easy to answer it well.

Kong Mingzhen and a group of Daqian literary Confucian scholars also fell into silence.

Even they have no absolute answer to this question.

A moment.

Fan Mao's eyes fell on Wei Zizheng first, and he smiled and said, "Your name is Wei Zizheng, right? Tell me, what is your answer?"

He did not go to the prince first, but wanted to proceed step by step.

Wei Zizheng did not expect that Fan Mao would point to him first, and his face suddenly became excited. He bowed his hands and said respectfully, "Sir, I have studied hard for ten years just to get my name on the list."

Hearing this, most of the students in the field nodded, and they thought so too.

Fan Mao shook his head, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

With such a short-sighted vision, this so-called first talent in Daqian Kyoto is really disappointing!

But he still maintained a warm smile on his face.

"Well, after ten years of studying, no one cares about you. But you become famous overnight and everyone knows you. You have ambition, but you are too utilitarian."

"Too eager for quick success will make you lose your original intention. Young people, you need to calm down and take every step carefully."

Hearing this, many people nodded secretly, looking like they had learned something.

Wei Zizheng was silent for a while, then bowed and said, "I understand. Thank you for your guidance, old gentleman. I will study hard in the future and will not take shortcuts."

"That's great."

Fan Mao was very pleased and enjoyed this feeling.

Damn, you are so pretentious!

Xu An was speechless. That's it? I am also a great scholar in the literary world.

If you want to talk about chicken soup for the soul, I can grab a lot of it.

Fan Mao's eyes fell on Zhao Gao again, and he smiled and said, "What about the young Duke Zhao? Why are you studying?"

Zhao Gao had just received half of his father's true teachings. In this situation, he had to flatter the emperor no matter what.

He stood up and said, "Sir, I study only to be like my father, to share the worries of His Majesty and solve the problems of the country."

"Oh? Young Duke Zhao has great ambitions and clear goals."

Fan Mao looked at Zhao Gao and smiled, "Your father is a learned man. With his training, your future is limitless. I won't give you any advice."

Zhao Gao smiled and said, "Yes, thank you Mr. Fan for your compliment."

Emperor Yuan Kang was immediately furious. What is there to thank? Stupid guy, didn't you hear that he was mocking you?

If your father was really capable, would he know that Fan Mao was coming and ask for permission to go on a mission to Beidi?

What limitless future? He is scolding your father for training you to be as cowardly and incompetent as him. He can't even teach youI don't even want to say a word or two, you thought I was praising you?

Kong Mingzhen and a group of great scholars in Daqian's literary world were also livid at this time, and they wanted to interrupt Fan Mao.

Is Fan Mao's question simple? Very simple.

But the problem lies in its simplicity, so simple that even if these old guys argue with Fan Mao, they will be lectured by Fan Mao.

By then, if it gets out, even if the great scholars in Daqian's literary world unite, their knowledge will not be better than Fan Mao.

Then the entire Daqian literary world will be truly embarrassed.

Unless there is an answer that makes Fan Mao shut up and dare not talk nonsense!

But even they can't do it, how can Daqian's many disciples do it without even resumes and qualifications?

Fan Mao asked seven or eight students again, and they all preached to them one by one, and it sounded very reasonable.

In the end, Emperor Yuan Kang's face turned ugly. "Fan, old thief, don't go too far. You really want to bully me because I have no one in Daqian, right?"

Even the dignified queen had a cold face at this time, without the dignity and virtue of the past.

On the city wall, Xiao Lan'er bit her thin lips tightly, and her beautiful eyes were full of anger.

The Dongyu envoys had lost their temper after being beaten by Xu An, and now they began to show off again, looking at Daqian with a joking look.

At this moment, Fan Mao's eyes fell on Xu An.

He had to pick up the face he lost on Xu An.

"Xu Xiaogongye, what about you? Why do you study?"

He looked at Xu An and asked with a smile.

Everyone's eyes fell on Xu An.

Emperor Yuankang, the Empress, Kong Mingzhen and others finally had a glimmer of hope in their eyes. He was the last straw. If he didn't have an answer that Fan Mao dared not judge, then Daqian would have to admit defeat in this battle!

He Xu An defeated the younger generation of Dongyu alone.

And he Fan Mao defeated the entire Daqian literary world alone.

"You...you come on!" On the wall, Xiao Lan'er clenched her fists and whispered.

She hated Xu An, but hoped that Xu An could turn the tide.

Under the gaze of everyone, Xu An gradually smiled.

Test me?

Little old man, do you know that I am waiting for you to test me!

Do you think your question is so awesome?

You can point fingers only because of your resume and summary over the years.

But as a modern person, I have a ready-made answer to your question...