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In the crowd.

Ji Gang almost vomited three liters of blood.

Ji Gang didn't understand much about things like life corruption, and today he had a real experience.

As for the hooligans and second-generation ancestors around him, Ji Gang was full of disgust.

But compared to Ji Gang, what is even more tragic are those scholars who come in in groups of three or three.

These scholars were originally just paying homage to Fang Xiaoru, but who knew that when they arrived here, they suddenly became a market, and were bustling everywhere, full of a group of playboys who didn't look like good people or rogues on the street. Some people originally wanted to cry loudly, and some even thought of the tribute and read it here to miss Fang Xiaoru's life. There were even some people with different intentions, hoping to make trouble in it and trigger confrontation between the court and scholars.

It’s just a pity that the person who wants to cry really can’t cry. Before you start to brew, a guy who is out of tune suddenly yells in your ear: “Cook cakes, delicious cook cakes, special cook cakes made by Zhang Ji, Liuxiang, guests, only three cents, three cents…”

At this time, you can't cry anymore. Even if you want to cry loudly, no matter how many years you have, before you even started to whistle to the sky, someone pulled the corner of your clothes: "Customer, do you want the latest collection secret book?"

Zhang Mao is one of the scholars. He is from Hangzhou. He studied in Nanjing and has always admired Fang Xiaoru. After Jianwen ascended the throne, various academic societies and poetry societies emerged like bamboo shoots after a rain. Zhang Mao was mixed in it, like a fish in water. He is considered a very popular figure. These academic societies and poetry societies are not just about writing poems. In fact, most of the time, they talk about state affairs. Scholars are ignorant of state affairs. This was absolutely not allowed during the Taizu period. Taizu regarded scholars as corrupt scholars and issued special edicts, military households, craftsmen, and civilian households. Anyone who is a person can discuss state affairs, but only the only students are not allowed. However, Jianwen ascended the throne, this ancestor system is useless, which made many scholars become active.

Not only that, these poetry clubs and academic clubs also have many shadows of court ministers. In fact, this is natural. Scholars are the basis of court ministers. If officials need to be famous, they need someone to go around and tell you and promote it. Scholars rely on big trees to enjoy the cool air, so they are naturally willing to surrender. So everyone relies on this poetry club and academic club as a link, and then through the same year, the relationship between fellow townsmen and teachers and students, and became a community of shared destiny.

Zhang Mao is a backbone figure of several poetry clubs. Today, someone instructed him to organize the memorial service to Fang Xiaoru.

The purpose is actually very simple, it is just to make a little noise. As for what the superior means, Zhang Mao didn't know. In fact, he guessed in his heart that there were only two kinds of intentions. One was to let the new emperor see the power of the "scholar". The other was probably to have other plans. No matter which one, Zhang Mao strongly supported it.

Originally everything was in order, and he began to connect with several other people and gathered thousands of scholars to gather here. According to his original idea, everyone should cry together and then read the tribute. If the court did something, Zhang Mao would naturally avoid it carefully. In short, bleeding is inevitable, but Zhang Mao naturally could not die, and his life was obviously more precious.

Of course, the reason why Zhang Maoneng had the courage to do this was because he received extremely accurate news that Emperor Jianwen was not dead.

In fact, there have been such rumors in the market, and many people say it conclusively. For Zhang Mao, as long as this news can be confirmed, it will be an excellent opportunity.

In the eyes of scholars, Emperor Jianwen is what everyone wants. The so-called winner of the hearts of the people is the world. No matter whether others believe it or not, at least scholars believe it. In fact, this has been true since ancient times, and there are indeed many such cases. It’s a pity that Jianwen is the worst player. He only has the best hand of cards, and he takes up all the right time, place, and people, but he still loses.

But Zhang Mao didn't think so. He thought that Zhu Di could enter Beijing because of his luck. As long as Emperor Jianwen was still there, he would definitely respond to the world...

Zhang Mao’s mind is actually very pure. He is just causing trouble. But now, this matter cannot be caused by no means.

How can people continue to make trouble in such an occasion?

Especially the foul words that were higher and higher than the waves: "Laugh, laugh..." in this atmosphere, Zhang Mao was upset.

Zhang Mao was angry, it was outrageous, it was simply ridiculous. What was this place? This was once the residence of Fang Xiaoru, so how could they let them make trouble? Today is Mr. Fang's first seventh, and these scumbags would not let go of noise here.

After he whispered to discuss with several scholars, he immediately turned toward the high platform with his head on his head.

The atmosphere there had reached its climax, and everyone shouted together: "Next, next..."

Wu Tong screamed with all his might: "Are you excited? Are you happy?"

Everyone shouted together: "Sooner or later, you can kill me!"

Wu Tong said with emotion: "Today is a big day for Wu. This is the first time Wu has appeared on stage and it is also the first time Wu has organized this event. Now everyone shouts with me: 'Dental defense team, dental defense team, our goal is...'"

"Get down and let the pear blossoms come up!"

Wu Tong said: "Your enthusiasm has infected me..."

At this point, Wu Tong's voice stopped abruptly because at this time, Zhang Mao rushed to the audience with great momentum and pushed away the crowd with righteousness. A second-generation ancestor happened to be angry and wanted to squeeze back with his teeth and claws, but Zhang Mao slapped him hard.

silence……

Then there were countless eyes emitting.

The second generation ancestor's eyes were on fire, and Zhang Mao's eyes were on fire.

"Why should I hit someone?" The second generation ancestor felt wronged. What's wrong with me now? I didn't read the calendar when I went out.

Zhang Mao relied on the waves of scholars behind him to gather behind him and said righteously: "Vulgar, shameless!"

“…”

Even if you are shameless, you won't provoke you.

The young men present were about to fall off their chins. We are scumbags, we know that we are, but why are you here to join in the fun?

"Brother, what does this have to do with you?"

Zhang Mao said sadly and angryly: "Bad people's minds!"

The second generation ancestor was even more sad and angry than him. What I ruined was my own mental skills. What did you do with you? You hit me for no reason and called me vulgar and shameless, so how could you gain a foothold in the entertainment industry in the future? The second generation ancestor didn't say anything, and then smashed his embroidered fists into Zhang Mao's face.

On one side is the embroidered fist of the young master, and on the other side is the turtle fist of the scholar. When the second generation ancestor fought back, the scholars behind Zhang Mao took action one after another. When the other young masters saw it, they shouted: "I hit someone, I hit someone, I hit someone to death." Then they put away the fan in their hand and joined the battle group.
Chapter completed!