Everyone was confused.

Anyone who knows him well knows that this dude is definitely angry.

After all, there are tens of millions of people in the whole desert country, and Zhao Hao believes that temper is the first, but no one dares to admit that temper is second.

Thinking about my dignified Brother Ritian, when have I ever been wronged in front of outsiders?

The most recent thing was last night!

What kind of son of a powerful man in a deserted country?

What kind of friendly country literati?

If you dare to mess with me, I will give you a beating!

How could he endure being bullied by these so-called gentlemen today?

But none of them expected that Zhao Hao would even dare to hit the old man!

And he didn't give any face at all, and the scolding was so well-founded that it was so embarrassing to listen to him.

Bai Xiu was also amused. He looked at the black-faced man and found that this guy was so happy that the corners of his mouth were split.

"My son is a great talent!"

"Well said!"

For a moment, there was silence outside the Zhenguo Mansion.

Fang Yiru looked confused and blinked several times before he realized what had happened.

This slap doesn't hurt.

But surprisingly loud!

What a shame!

What a shame!

Where has he experienced this?

Immediately his eyes widened and he stared at Zhao Hao fiercely, breathing heavily: "How dare you hit me? How dare you hit me?"

Zhao Hao chuckled: "I've beaten a lot of people! What? Do you still have to write an application to beat you?"

Fang Yiru's face was in burning pain, and his heart was even more furious. He just wanted to take action and destroy this dude.

It's a pity that Zhao Wudi is standing nearby, and this is at the gate of the Zhenguo Mansion. As long as he dares to take action against Zhao Hao, he will die without a burial place.

If you can’t hit, you can only scold!

His voice was stern, and he pointed at Bai Xiu and the black-faced man: "Is this the way you treat your teachers in the wilderness? They are indeed a group of uncivilized barbarians. Don't think that you can treat yourself as a human being if you climb up to Qi!

Vulgar and rude, what is the difference between you and those alien monkeys?"

Before he finished speaking, he received another slap on the face!

This time it was not Zhao Hao who beat him, but the black-faced man.

"What the hell are you farting at?"

"If our country hadn't driven out the foreigners, you would still have to guard against them day and night!"

"We fought back the land from the aliens, but you treat us as aliens? How come you have such a big face!"

"We, like the five Central Plains countries, are all remnants of the Han Dynasty! Why do you think you are superior to others?"

This slap he gave was different from the one slapped by Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao's beating only made a sound but no pain.

What he hit was painful and loud!

Fang Yiru's old face suddenly swelled up, and he half-knelt on the ground in a daze. He vomited several mouthfuls of blood, and the sound of his teeth falling to the ground was heard with each mouthful.

The young people behind him were stunned.

None of them expected that Zhao Wudi would be more ruthless than Zhao Hao.

The people in the surrounding deserted country felt extremely comfortable.

"Does this person have a brain disease? In front of General Shenwu, he calls our desert country barbarians?"

"Looking at how happy General Shenwu is every day, do you really think he is an honest person who can be bullied casually?"

"General Shenwu hates people saying that we people from the wilderness are barbarians!"

"Nonsense! I worked so hard to drive away the aliens, and then someone said that to me. I was almost pissed off!"

"These scholars have really screwed up their brains, haven't they? They can say anything. They are just looking for death!"

The black-faced man was not relieved at all and took another step forward.

At this time, the other two gentlemen couldn't bear it anymore and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

"General, you can't do it!"

"I can't do it, I can't do it!"

"No way! He is allowed to scold us, but I am not allowed to hit him? What's the point of this?"

The black-faced man cursed and wanted to continue his attack, but was grabbed by a pair of hands.

Bai Xiu said helplessly: "It's unlucky to have someone die at your doorstep!"

The black-faced man snorted and spat in front of Fang Yiru: "Oh! Old dog, spare your life!"

Fang Yiru vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and the urge to faint finally weakened, but more anger surged into his heart: "Did I make a mistake? It was you who begged me to be a teacher. It's okay to be negligent and disrespectful. This

A yellow-tongued kid still dares to shout slogans and belittle our literati from the five Central Plains countries. Who is willing to teach such an arrogant playboy?"

Zhao Hao looked at him and was speechless as he looked at his mouth and said something arrogant.

"Where did you get the confidence to dare to be my teacher?"

"How famous have you been? What poems and articles have you written?"

"We're just asking you to get to know the customs and culture of Jin. Do you really think you are a great scholar of the world?"

"I don't have the knowledge of a great Confucian, but I have learned a lot about airs!"

"If you really want to have that character, don't accept any money offered to you!"

"You are still a businessman, don't you know that you have to smile and do business when you receive the money?"

"You took the money and you still want to come over and be your ancestor?"

"I, Zhao Ritian, just turned eighteen this year and have written hundreds of poems. How come you, an old dog, want to be my teacher?"

Fang Yiru was so angry that he was trembling all over. He pointed at Zhao Hao and said with trembling lips: "You, you..."

At this time, the other two gentlemen couldn't stand it anymore and immediately yelled at him.

"Zhao Hao! You are too arrogant. Don't think that you are arrogant just because you wrote two poems."

"Mr. Fang is a highly respected gentleman in the Jin Kingdom. How can you allow you to slander him?"

Zhao Hao chuckled: "I told a few truths to act as a slander? You said he has high moral character, but I only saw that he was self-sufficient and talented, relying on his elders to sell them, judging his superiority based on his birthplace, and taking money to do nothing. You said he was highly respected,

All I saw was that he was stinking of copper and was hiding in this barbarian land of ours to make money! Can the so-called high morality and high respect be said by words? "

These words left the two old men speechless.

Young people from several countries were also made red-faced by the criticism, but could not find any words to refute. If Fang Yiru was really highly virtuous and respected, how could Fang Yiru be sent to the wilderness country by his family?

The black-faced man was also excited and wanted to say a few powerful words.

But after holding it in for a while, I finally managed to squeeze out those four familiar words.

"My son is a great talent!"

Zhao Hao smiled at his fans and then shouted: "Where is Lao Yang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure fell from the wall.

Lao Yang bowed slightly: "Master, here we come!"

Zhao Hao sneered: "Go to the study and get all the poems I wrote before!"

"yes!"

Lao Yang responded softly, then jumped up and disappeared from the wall.

After only three breaths, he jumped out holding a thick stack of paper.

Zhao Hao took it and walked to Fang Yiru, shaking the paper in his hand: "I'll let you count how many songs this is!"

Fang Yiru's expression was extremely exciting, but he still said stubbornly: "In the past, even if I wrote more poems, so what? Huangkou boy, do you dare to compete with me in poetry?"

"cut!"

Zhao Hao looked at him with pity: "If everything in the past doesn't count, why do you go around with the name of a scholar of the Jin Dynasty? If everything in the past doesn't count, doesn't it mean that all living beings are equal, you

What’s the difference between being a bitch?”
To be continued...