Chapter 80 It turns out to be you
Originally... although Fan Xianzu felt that his health was extremely bad, he still wanted to adjust his mentality, calm his mood, and perhaps slowly calm his body down.

But when he heard you don't play dead, the fire in his heart suddenly rushed straight to the top of his head. He suddenly covered his chest and screamed to the sky: "Ah..."

A piercing howl.

The next moment, the man collapsed to the ground like mud, his legs began to twitch and kick violently.

"No way..." Deng Qianqiu was shocked and said in surprise: "Don't scare me, this is just an academic discussion."

There was already a panic in Minglun Pavilion.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at everything in front of him coldly, and then looked at Deng Qianqiu in surprise, thinking about something.

This guy Deng Qianqiu... is really a freak and a monster. Who could have imagined that in this big hall, Deng Qianqiu could directly refute a great scholar?
If he is like this at such a young age, how did Deng Jian raise his son?

Fan Xianzu felt a buzzing in his ears, his eyes went dark, and the pain in his heart made him feel like dying.

But at this moment, someone suddenly helped him lie down, and then someone hit his chest hard like a muffled blow.

dong dong dong...

The blow from this hammer made his life worse than death.

But suddenly, the pain in his heart seemed to ease, so he slowly opened his eyes.

But at this moment, Deng Qianqiu was holding his head, and his clear eyes were looking at him with concern.

This look was not as sharp as before, but rather had a hint of tenderness.

Fan Xianzu's eyes met his and then he wanted to close his eyes in pain. A strange thought popped up in his mind. Instead of this, it would be better to die.

Immediately, he screamed again and kicked his legs in anger.

But Deng Qianqiu freed his hand at this time and pinched his Ren Zhong point tightly.

A stimulating feeling suddenly came over him, and Fan Xianzu came back to life. Fan Xianzu breathed desperately, only to feel a burning pain in his ribs.

Deng Qianqiu said with concern: "Mr. Fan, we were just asking for advice from each other, how come you almost passed out? Fortunately, I performed first aid. Mr. Fan, don't think too much, regulate your breathing, and you will feel better after you calm down and be natural."

Fan Xianzu seemed to feel a little relieved. After all, people have the instinct to survive.

But at this moment, a familiar head came closer to his eyes. It was... Prince Jin.

After checking Fan Xianzu's condition, Jin Wang Zhu Gang was relieved and said, "Great, he's still alive. I was so scared. I thought he was dead!"

Then he looked at Fan Xianzu steadily and said, "Master Fan, please don't die here. If you die here, people who don't know will think that Qianqiu and I scolded you to death. You are not young anymore, why are you still so shameless? Isn't it just embarrassing and embarrassing? I often make a fool of myself, but I never take it to heart. Don't implicate me, don't die in the main hall."

"Puff..." Fan Xianzu suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat, and his burning ribs rose and fell with his chest, and another sharp pain came out.

Then he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Fan Xianzu was spitting blood foam from his mouth and his legs began to twitch again.

Seeing this, Deng Qianqiu began to pinch his Ren Zhong again, shouting, "Follow my method and hit him in the chest."

thump... thump...

Fan Xianzu calmed down.

Deng Qianqiu then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, fortunately, you are lucky today and bumped into me. Otherwise, your life would be in danger."

Fan Xianzu said nothing, looking as if he had lost all desire to live. At this moment, he had just had a close call with hell, and it seemed as if he had seen through something all of a sudden. He even had a feeling of becoming a monk.

Everyone looked at Fan Xianzu, some felt sympathy, while others felt disappointed in him because they had lost money.

Naturally, more people soon turned their attention to Deng Qianqiu.

Crown Prince Zhu Biao was deep in thought at this time.

Obviously, he was not a person who did not know how to reflect. Deng Qianqiu had been tormented for so long that he had a clear mind. However, today's scene was too unbearable to watch and it was difficult for him to digest.

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly said: "Prince..."

This call made everyone nervous.

Everyone stood there with their hands folded.

Deng Qianqiu's heart skipped a beat. He felt more and more...

"Your Highness, I am here." Zhu Biao bowed as usual, but said, "I beg Your Majesty to order someone to invite Master Fan to rest."

Zhu Yuanzhang said: "As you wish, come here..."

The eunuchs understood and stepped forward, carrying Fan Xianzu out in a hurry.

Zhu Yuanzhang then put his hands behind his back, looked at Zhu Biao and said, "What do you think of what happened today?"

Zhu Biao thought about it seriously, lowered his head slightly, and said, "I am ashamed."

"Shame, what are you ashamed of?" Zhu Yuanzhang stared at Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao said, "Father, Master Fan is well-informed and has a strong memory. He is a rare talent among scholars. But he does recite too much by rote. Just as Deng Qianqiu said, parrots often imitate others but rarely think for themselves. The sage said, if you study without thinking, you will be lost; if you think without studying, you will be in danger. Learning and thinking complement each other. But today's scholars only focus on learning, but not on thinking, even in this great hall. This is very regrettable for me."

After a pause, Zhu Biao continued: "What happened today is also a warning to me. If I only study hard but cannot think for myself, this book... is useless and will only make people laugh." After hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang felt relieved.

It can be said that he went to great lengths to educate the crown prince and the kings.

But no matter what, although Zhu Yuanzhang could read and write, he was still a far cry from a real scholar. In the eyes of a real scholar, Zhu Yuanzhang was undoubtedly just a rough man.

It was also for this reason that when Zhu Yuanzhang selected talents for the crown prince and the kings, and especially in order to allow his sons to receive a good education, he only focused on reputation rather than reality when selecting talents to come to the main hall.

If Deng Qianqiu hadn't made such a fuss, it would have almost misled the students.

Zhu Biao was also a very smart person. Once he was shocked, he immediately reflected on himself.

But you have to know that only you know your son.

Zhu Biao was actually a very stubborn person. Once he had certain ideas, he would never be easily influenced by others. Even if his old father Zhu Yuanzhang chanted scriptures in his ears all day long, he would still stick to his own ideas and would not be easily shaken.

It can be seen that this nagging is far inferior to real education.

Look... Crown Prince Zhu Biao... has finally come to his senses.

Zhu Yuanzhang was so overjoyed that his eyebrows and eyes were filled with smiles, and he looked much kinder. He said with a smile: "You are the crown prince, and the most important thing is to focus on reality. In my opinion, this hall should not only be used for Confucian scholars to teach, but sometimes... let other people also teach, which may be helpful to you. Just like Deng Qianqiu, he behaves absurdly and is young, but sometimes he always does something amazing. If he occasionally talks about his experience, it can also help you all open your minds."

Zhu Biao couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had great goodwill towards Deng Qianqiu, but Deng Qianqiu's actions today were actually a bit reckless for someone of his temperament.

But thinking about it afterwards, he couldn't help but admire Deng Qianqiu's quick wit, at least he himself couldn't do it.

So Zhu Biao said honestly: "I will obey your father's order."

But Zhu Yuanzhang's words made the other lecturers and students in the hall all startled.

Deng Qianqiu, how old is he? He is cunning and most importantly, he is just a military official...

But Zhu Yuanzhang obviously didn't care about their feelings and obviously didn't intend to ask for their opinions.

Zhu Yuanzhang calmed down, sat down, and leisurely picked up the teacup on the desk. This was originally the prince's desk, and the tea was also for the prince, but Zhu Yuanzhang didn't care about it. He drank a sip of tea and said, "Deng Qianqiu..."

The sound of "Deng Qianqiu" suddenly made Deng Qianqiu feel indescribable.

His heartbeat began to speed up, his head was buzzing, and he said subconsciously: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty is here."

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and said, "The last time I summoned you, you were so scared that you lost your soul. You didn't have the vigor of a young man. But today you dare to be so presumptuous in this hall. I think you are quite courageous. Hold your head up for me."

The last sentence is powerful.

Deng Qianqiu was so frightened that he peed himself. He said hesitantly, "I... have been... as timid as a mouse since my ancestors passed down my teachings. I... I dare not..."

Zhu Yuanzhang was calm after hearing this. He smiled slightly, continued to sip his tea, and then said slowly: "Come... arrest Deng Qianqiu. He disobeyed the order and deceived the emperor. Behead him immediately."

"what……"

After hearing this, Deng Qianqiu was so shocked that his whole body trembled violently, and he said hurriedly: "I will lift it, I will lift it..."

Driven by a strong desire to survive, he no longer dared to hesitate and quickly looked up and looked directly at Zhu Yuanzhang.

The person sitting in front of me at the desk became clearer and clearer.

It just... looks a little familiar.

It's almost like he was carved from the same mold as a certain guy.

And this look...

This is... this is...

In an instant, Deng Qianqiu’s brain suddenly seemed to explode.

He shuddered again.

Countless images flashed through my mind like a kaleidoscope.

At this moment, Deng Qianqiu's eyes were wide open.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at him with a smile.

Zhu Biao, the other princes, and the civil officials all felt strange because Deng Qianqiu's behavior was really too outrageous.

Zhu Yuanzhang stroked the documents slowly and said, "Why are you silent? Deng Qianqiu, do you still remember the man who set the fire that day?"

It was definitely that old man.

Deng Qianqiu's legs were weak. He had such a good memory, but he seemed a little narrow-minded...

"The lowly deserve a thousand deaths, the lowly deserve a thousand death crimes."

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I will try to post the next chapter as early as possible.

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