Chapter 676: I have never seen such a shameless person!

Northern Capital officials generally had a sense of schadenfreude regarding the suffering of Southern Capital officials. Everyone had their own suffering, but the suffering of the Southern Capital was institutional, with no possibility of liberation.

Because His Majesty the Emperor was using violent means to split the Southern Capital, the "staying capital" of the Southern Capital would only exist in name in the future.

Before splitting the Southern Capital, the staying capital was not just in name, but a substantial staying capital. Not only were there six ministries, but most importantly, it had the fourteen richest prefectures as a basic base. Many times, the Northern Capital also had to consider the wind and public opinion of the Southern Capital.

Now, the Southern Capital has been split.

"Your Majesty, regarding the matter of chasing arrears and penalties, your subject thinks that after paying the penalty of the same scale, the official status should still be stripped and the degree revoked." Hence Hai Rui, as the Great Ming Divine Sword, showed his radicalism at this time. Do it to the end. These people must be beheaded, exiled, stripped of official status, and revoked of degrees—anything is fine, but they must be politically dead.

These officials in charge of the treasury were themselves scapegoats pushed out. They were also unwilling to test the true dragon's anger, but the past interest dealings forced them to walk to this step.

The Great Ming Emperor was in the Southern Capital, and the Great Ming Capital Battalion was on the side. These officials in charge of the treasury, no matter how bold they were, had to consider the Emperor's face. The reason they were so lawless—the Ying Tian treasury burned, and the thirteen prefectures' treasuries followed suit, like Zhu Bajie dividing luggage. Once the team scattered, they divided the family property. It was completely because someone was pushing them forward.

There was a satirical magazine in the Northern Capital mainly for satirizing the officialdom called "Niehai Magazine." It once published a four-panel satirical cartoon: when first passing the Jinshi, one is proud and galloping; when the career is not smooth, one is trapped in a well for ten years; when transferred and promoted, one rises to the blue clouds; and the last panel is being imprisoned and regretting it too late.

And in this four-panel satirical cartoon, the most typical is the protagonist on the screen. The hands behind him are getting more and more, from the family expecting the gold list to be named, to the suppression from top to bottom, to the protection of others when transferred and promoted, and finally becoming a scapegoat when imprisoned.

The hands behind him are pushing them to walk. These hands are the intertwined interest groups, the power that makes people unable to turn back.

This magazine called the officialdom "Niehai," believing that anyone who enters the officialdom is sinful. But the court never restricted this magazine from beginning to end, and even Zhu Yiliu didn't mean to make things difficult for this magazine, because they, like Lin Fucheng, were telling the truth.

Officialdom is Niehai.

The Southern Capital treasury officials were scapegoats pushed out. They could only be like this, using themselves to test the Emperor.

If they don't pay the double-scale penalty, they will face exile, waste utilization to open up Java. If they pay the penalty, there is no possibility of rising again.

"That is true. If I don't come, they will be domineering without any punishment. If I come, they will still be domineering without any punishment. Then didn't I come in vain?" Zhu Yijun approved Hence Hai Rui's suggestion.

Will the Southern Capital officials just sit still and give up? Of course not. How they ate it, they should spit it out. This is reasonable and reasonable. After all, they stole the old Zhu family's property. The Emperor's anger can be considered reasonable. Everyone was silent under violence, but when the Emperor issued an edict to punish with money, it immediately caused a great uproar in the literati, saying everything, mainly thinking it was unreasonable.

The Southern Capital debate began.

Zhu Yijun ignored these wind and public opinions of the debate and still urged the Embroidered Uniform Guards to urge, the penalty must be paid, it must be paid.

So much so that the Southern Capital debate had some doubts about the Emperor's motivation. A part of the people even firmly believed that the Great Ming Emperor's behavior was not only to push for the splitting of the Southern Capital, but also for silver!

This suspicion is very reasonable. The Great Ming court was going to start construction in June on the road from Kaifeng Prefecture to Jiayu Pass. The budget for this road was already 30 million silver, and the Emperor was so urgent, just for silver.

The national treasury and the inner treasury were empty, so he needed to find someone to suck blood, and the rich Southern Capital became the Emperor's target. The Emperor's southern tour was simply to rob the house.

This idea is not right, but it is not wrong.

Zhu Yijun swore that using violent means to redistribute wealth was just a side effect. The main motivation for this southern tour was still to split the Southern Capital. As for why it became like this during the execution, it can only be said that he did not expect things to develop in this direction.

Things are unpredictable.

"Xu Guangqi, Lin Fucheng, Li Zhi, and others will have a gathering in the Fuxi Building of the Southern Capital this afternoon. Does Your Majesty want to go and see?" Feng Bao inquired about His Majesty's schedule.

Lin Fucheng, Li Zhi, and others were naturally on the list of followers. They were Five Classics Doctors of the fifth rank. They also had an unfinished topic: the alienation of people by money. And this time, Lin Fucheng, Li Zhi, and others were going to have a gathering with the Southern Capital's liberal faction. Rather than a gathering, it was better to say it was smashing the field.

The Northern Capital is the base of the limited liberal faction, while the Southern Capital is the base of the absolute liberal faction. This time, Lin Fucheng and Li Zhi hit the door.

"I am waiting for the Embroidered Uniform Guard's report on the penalty. What are they gathering for? If there is nothing interesting, I won't go." Zhu Yijun waved his hand and handed the processed memorials to Feng Bao. Some memorials need the Emperor to read them personally. There are not many such memorials, at most two or three a day.

"The topic of the gathering is 'offering property' and 'stopping offering property'." Feng Bao told the Emperor the topic of this discussion.

"Oh?" Zhu Yijun thought for a while and said: "What about the Embroidered Uniform Guard? They are busy with the penalty. If I go, won't it cause trouble for the Embroidered Uniform Guards?"

"Chen Mo is watching. The Embroidered Uniform Guard will protect Your Majesty's safety. The Fuxi Building is the property of the Imperial Manor." Feng Bao hurriedly explained that security would not have any loopholes. After all, the Southern Capital is not the Northern Capital. If His Majesty is successfully attacked by villains in the Southern Capital, the loss will outweigh the gain.

Fuxi Tower was originally called Yanxi Tower and was a legitimate imperial estate. However, because the Nanhu Villa imperial palace was built, Yanxi Tower could not host the Emperor and was eventually downgraded to Fuxi Tower.

The "Yan" character head is not something any restaurant can use. If it doesn't receive the Emperor, it is not worthy of being used.

"Then go and see." Zhu Yijun was busy with court dogfights and hadn't seen this kind of fun for a long time. Today, being idle, it is better to move and watch.

Fuxi Building was built with the standard of receiving the Emperor. The left, right, front, middle, and Fuxi buildings are five in total, five stories in total, each floor connected by corridors, well-deserved as the number one restaurant in the Southern Capital, the scale is no less than the Yanxing Building in the Northern Capital.

When Zhu Yijun arrived at Fuxi Building, he caught up with a good time. A famous actress in Jiangnan was singing in the building. This famous actress is a recognized top beauty on the Qinhuaihe, and also the kind of top beauty who sells art but not her body, running around to increase her fame, dancing with long sleeves, and having some relationship with famous scholars in Jiangnan, but no one can get close to her, mainly waiting for a price.

The reason this courtesan dared to act this way was that she was a person of the Duke of Wei's mansion. To be precise, the Duke of Wei's mansion also had dealings in these pleasure quarters. This courtesan was not even a star attraction bought and trained by a brothel under the Duke of Wei's mansion; she was a person of the Duke of Wei's mansion itself, which was why she was able to move among so many scholars.

Can this top beauty really marry a high gate? Hard to say.

After all, Qian Qianyi married Liu Rushi.

"This woman who sings is surnamed Gu, named Meisheng. Her background is a Suzhou embroidery family. Alas, the family fell, and she was sold by her father to a Yangzhou human trafficking agency. Once, the Duke Wei Mansion bought a maid, and the old lady looked at Gu Meisheng and liked her, so she bought her. This year she is just eighteen, and she is already famous on the Qinhuaihe, with unparalleled talent." Feng Bao introduced the graceful woman downstairs.

Although she wore a curtain hat to cover her face, this figure looked good. But this half-hidden haze, on the contrary, aroused people's curiosity.

Zhu Yijun unscrewed the water bottle he brought, took a sip of water, and asked with a smile: "Arranged by Xu Bangrui?"

"Your Majesty is truly sharp-eyed!" Feng Bao didn't hide it either. Gu Meisheng appearing in Fuxi Building at this time was not a coincidence, but Xu Bangrui's deliberate effort. He put in a lot of effort to persuade Feng Bao here.

Feng Bao didn't want to hide it from the Emperor either. With the status of the Duke Wei Mansion, he couldn't hide it.

"Actually, the old lady of the Duke Wei Mansion recognized this girl as her daughter, and she didn't want her to show her face all the time. This Gu Meisheng, her status is neither high nor low, and she is arrogant, so it's not easy to marry her off. It's better to enter the palace." Feng Bao explained the plan of the Duke Wei Mansion.

Actually, it is to flatter the Emperor and offer a beauty. Similarly, it is also to find a home for Gu Meisheng. The Duke Wei has been in the Southern Capital for more than two hundred years. How many famous actresses are there on the Qinhuaihe? Their final endings cannot be called good, even if they marry into a high-gate family, they end up miserable in the end.

Entering the Emperor's eyes and entering the palace, how can it be a peaceful life.

Feng Bao didn't recommend too much. Saying too much would be annoying.

Gu Meisheng obviously knew who she was going to sing for this time, somewhat nervous, but still plucked the pipa. After tuning the tone, the pipa sound like big and small pearls falling on a jade plate rang in the building, and everyone became quiet.

The tune was winding and sad. Gu Meisheng swiped her hand, and the tune suddenly became a bit murderous.

"In the Jiajing era, the Japanese pirate menace arose, the people were plunged into misery and blood did not stop, the air was foul and the people were gone; the Minister of War, Zhang Mengxi, recruited three thousand strong men, the camp was called Zhenwu, proud and fierce; waves were surging, momentum was fierce, Zhenwu Camp came to the pirates and lowered their flags, how dare the Japanese pirates be fierce and rebellious!" Gu Meisheng opened her mouth, and everyone was a bit stunned.

This Gu Meisheng, what she sang was actually the mutiny of the Zhenwu Camp. Zhang Mengxi is Zhang Ao. Mengxi is Zhang Ao's title. This passage talks about recruiting soldiers to resist the Japanese pirates.

Gu Meisheng sang the song from the perspective of a wife of a soldier in the Zhenwu Camp, telling of the worry when her husband was fighting, and the embarrassment of having no rice or grain at home. She used a very long length to describe the battle achievements of the Zhenwu Camp, and like the Zhejiang Nine Battalions, they fought in resisting the Japanese pirates, and after the Japanese pirate menace gradually stopped, the Zhenwu Camp began to patrol and resist floods.

On the twenty-fifth day of the second month of the thirty-ninth year of Jiajing, there were many wasps gathering in the Zhenwu Camp, which was called an auspicious sign. The soldiers' anger over long-term arrears, reduced pay, and the seizure of monthly grain for wives began to erupt, and the mutiny happened.

Nanjing Minister of War Huang Maoguan was killed.

Wasps gathering is actually an allusion to Huang Chao. Minister Huang Maoguan actually fell to his death himself, but in the memorial to the court, in order to set off the arrogance of the Zhenwu Camp soldiers, Huang Maoguan was killed.

What is more interesting is that in this song, Gu Meisheng directly scolded the then Duke Wei Xu Pengju as a straw bag, because Xu Pengju was forced by the soldiers, "calling all the soldiers 'grandpa', shouting loudly to open the granary! Open the granary!" It was Xu Pengju who promised to pay.

But after Xu Pengju climbed over the wall and escaped, he directly took 100,000 silver to reward the heads of the mutineers.

It looks like he can bend and stretch, but it is actually scolding him for being untrustworthy, saying he would pay but cheated the soldiers, and immediately turned his face and didn't recognize anyone after escaping.

Soon Gu Meisheng finished singing the whole song. The ending was naturally not wonderful. The soldiers didn't get the silver that should have belonged to them, nor did they get the monthly grain for their wives and children. Even the Zhenwu Camp was disbanded. The heroine in Gu Meisheng's song, the child also starved to death. After her husband died, this woman jumped into the river, became a lonely ghost, and cried day and night by the river.

"Promoting literature and suppressing martial arts, the evil wind is flourishing, the loyal and good who serve the country cry in the grave, everyone says this is the way of Heaven, but where is the way of Heaven, only seeing the kind, being bullied." Gu Meisheng used a fast pluck to end her singing.

Zhu Yijun tilted his head and asked: "What is this play called?"

"Yingsu." Feng Bao hurriedly said. The rise and fall and dissipation of the Zhenwu Camp from the perspective of a woman.

Feng Bao said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, this was not arranged by Gu Meisheng, it really happened. The Zhenwu Camp died, fled, and their wives and children all ended up more or less the same, with such an ending."

"These children of the Zhenwu Camp, if they could grow up, what would they think of the court? I think they hate it to the bone." Zhu Yijun exhaled a turbid breath. It is hard to imagine how much these children would hate the Great Ming court when they grew up. Their fathers were heroes in their eyes, but in a few years, they became street rats that everyone shouted to beat. Then these children would not have any expectations for so-called justice.

The past has passed, and we can only look to the future.

Feng Bao actually wanted to say that these children probably had a hard time growing up.

Zhu Yijun looked at Gu Meisheng and said calmly: "Sang well, reward."

Not a heavy reward, just ten silver, it is impossible to have more. Gu Meisheng is the first hundred-art artist rewarded by His Majesty. The Emperor never wastes money in this regard. This is entirely for the sake of the Duke Wei Mansion.

Actually, this also represents the Emperor's attitude toward this beauty. He will not take her into the palace. If he had even a little bit of thought, he would summon her to see her and look at her appearance.

No matter how good it sounds, the top beauty is also a person in the dust. Zhu Yijun will not let this kind of woman enter the palace. Prince Lu likes beauties from all countries, which has already made Empress Dowager Li extremely headache.

Feng Bao didn't recommend too much. Saying too much would be annoying.

Gu Meisheng is a famous actress. After this singing in Fuxi Building today, countless flower baskets were sent to the stage. These flower baskets cost one hundred silver each. Sending ten together is 1,100 silver. Buying more not only doesn't get a discount, but also costs more.

Gu Meisheng didn't care about these flower baskets. She had seen too many. She had been waiting until all the flower baskets were taken away. A person dressed as a servant sent ten silver coins. At this time, Gu Meisheng couldn't hide her disappointment. She knew that this ten silver was sent by the person she was thinking of and caring about most.

It was a reward, not a summons. The fate ends here.

After Gu Meisheng left the stage, the atmosphere became heavy. Lin Fucheng, the master who always liked to be late, was not late, but appeared in Fuxi Building on time, waiting for the opening.

This time, Lin Fucheng and Li Zhi were the visitors.

What is more surprising is that Xu Guangqi also sat with Lin Fucheng and Li Zhi. Regarding freedom, Xu Guangqi recognized Lin Fucheng's theory of limited freedom more.

A young man in a Confucian robe stood up. He looked romantic, holding a folding fan in his hand, walked onto the stage, looked around, and opened his mouth: "I heard that Lin Dashi fought against the Confucian scholars in the Northern Capital, and no one dared to confront Lin Dashi. I think it is also true. Relying on the young master Wang Qian, naturally everyone has to avoid his sharp edge."

Wang Qian is the only son of Wang Chonggu. This scholar came up and directly bombarded Lin Fucheng for flattering the powerful, which led to his fame today. This is a fact, and Lin Fucheng never avoided talking about it.

"This is well said. The literati have always paid attention to a spirit of integrity, unwilling to bow their heads to the powerful. A mere young master Wang made the scholars in the Northern Capital stutter. Are you scolding me, or scolding the literati in the Northern Capital, or scolding the readers in the world?" Lin Fucheng stood up, walked onto the stage, a bit lazy, and even a bit disdainful.

The scholars in the Northern Capital even dare to scold the Emperor! A mere Wang Qian can block people's mouths?

Is this scolding Lin Fucheng for flattering the powerful, or scolding the readers in the Northern Capital for having no integrity?

Now the Emperor is in the Southern Capital, and the Emperor is extorting pay without following the rules, and no readers in the Southern Capital have come out to speak. Are the readers in the Southern Capital also without integrity?

Debating with people, Lin Fucheng never lost.

Lin Fucheng bowed to the surroundings and said with a smile: "Originally, I thought this Southern Capital was a place of literature, but I didn't expect that the first sentence on the stage was not about today's topic, but scolding me. It really opened my eyes."

Discussing academics is discussing academics. If talking about background, who here doesn't have a background?

"I am Gao Panlong, from Wuxi." Gao Panlong answered unhappily. Lin Fucheng is indeed difficult to deal with, sharp-tongued, eloquent. In two or three sentences, he was framed. This topic of flattering the powerful could not be discussed anymore.

"Not talented Lin Fucheng, first time here, let you all laugh. I, Lin Fucheng, also went to the Northern Capital from Songjiang Prefecture, and cannot be counted as a scholar in the Northern Capital." Lin Fucheng changed the subject and put Gao Panlong on the spot. He is from Songjiang Prefecture and went to the capital from Songjiang Prefecture. Now he was excluded from the Southern scholars, which is truly a strange thing.

"Let's talk about today's topic, don't talk about other things." Gao Panlong was stunned. He just remembered that Lin Fucheng went to the Northern Capital from Songjiang Prefecture, and Li Zhi went to the Northern Capital from Fujian. Neither could be counted as scholars in the Northern Capital.

Gao Panlong held his hands and said: "Stopping the trend of offering property has existed since the Hu Yuan invasion. Existence is reasonable. Since it has existed for more than three hundred years, naturally there is its reason."

Zhu Yijun smiled. The tricks that lowly scholars are used to—confusing the public, mixing concepts together to talk. The trend of offering property during the Hu Yuan invasion and the trend of offering property established since the beginning of the Ming Dynasty are not the same thing at all. And Gao Panlong mixed them together and talked about them in the same breath.

This is a lowly scholar.

After the Hu Yuan invasion, the trend of offering property was mostly direct rebellion. The Yuan Dynasty lasted for a hundred years, and there was a hundred years of anti-Yuan and restoring the Song. That was the literati truly practicing on the ground. These lowly scholars are also embarrassed to stick gold on their faces.

"What reason is there?" Lin Fucheng was not in a hurry to attack, and asked with a smile.

"Take the Zhenwu Camp sung by Gu Dajia as an example. The Zhenwu Camp offered property to the court, and ended up in such a situation. Everyone has seen it." Gao Panlong said sadly: "Fighting for the country, ending up crying in the grave, the son starved to death, the wife jumped into the river. It is truly sad!"

Zhu Yijun stared wide-eyed, pointed at Gao Panlong and said: "Feng Daban, look at this lowly scholar, he is reversing cause and effect! Did Gu Meisheng not sing clearly about the tragedy of the Zhenwu Camp? Promoting literature and suppressing martial arts, the evil wind is flourishing. He is a murderer, and here he blames me, blames the court!"

"I have never seen such a shameless person!"

"If I were on the stage, I would have to give him two punches on his face! Draw the Qi family knife and pick his head, bah!"

Zhu Yijun had some impression of this Gao Panlong. He is one of the eight gentlemen of the Donglin Party, and also the founder of the Donglin Academy. Gao Panlong's statement aggravated Zhu Yijun's stereotypical impression of the Donglin Party.

Truly a bunch of lowly scholars!

"Is this not pointing at a deer and calling it a horse?" Feng Bao wiped the sweat from his forehead. In this Southern Capital territory, the Great Ming Emperor Zhu Yijun brought the Capital Battalion, and his words were not very useful. Expecting the court to do anything during the thirty-ninth year of Jiajing?

"Oh, you say what should be done?" Lin Fucheng was not panicked at all, still not attacking, but asking Gao Panlong for a solution.

Since the Zhenwu Camp offered property and ended up in such a situation, the solution to the problem was to stop the trend of offering property, which was very reasonable.

Lin Fucheng had a habit in debate: let the other party finish speaking, let the other party express their words clearly, and then refute.

Gao Panlong said calmly: "Release the inner treasury."

"The number one priority in the world today is to respect Confucianism, eliminate punishment, hold court lectures, use remonstrating officials, and release the inner treasury. The wealth of the world is all collected into the inner treasury and becomes the private property of one family. The national treasury is empty. Releasing the inner treasury can slow it down. When the Zhenwu Camp mutinied, and now the Zhejiang Nine Battalions mutinied, wasn't it all caused by reduced pay? If you are willing to release the inner treasury, how could this happen?"

Gao Panlong's point of view made people discuss it. There were many supporters and few opponents. At first glance, what Gao Panlong said was really reasonable.

Lin Fucheng thought for a while and said: "Good, it's a deal. Since you think I am a scholar in the Northern Capital, then like this, let's, the literati in the Northern and Southern Capitals, work together to clamor for the wind and public opinion of releasing the inner treasury to the soldiers. This policy is wonderful."

Li Zhi was an old oil stick in the officialdom. He was stunned for a moment. Lin Fucheng's words made no sense. It would be strange if the inner treasury could be released to the soldiers!

But soon, Li Zhi understood Lin Fucheng's true intention.

In the ideal country constructed by Lin Fucheng, it is a world where material is highly abundant and material exploitation is meaningless. Before developing to this extent, there is no absolute freedom, and a force that overrides all social classes is needed to rule.

Obviously, if it is really clamored, the silver in the inner treasury is not important. The Emperor who completely controls the military power can do whatever he wants.

"Wait a minute!" Gao Panlong immediately stretched out his hand. He felt something was wrong. Could this Lin Fucheng really be famous but have no reality? This was surrendered in a few words. He realized something was wrong, thought about it a little, and Gao Panlong immediately sweated profusely!

If he really agreed to Lin Fucheng, it would be really bad. It would be fine if this matter couldn't be done. If it was done, the two million soldiers of the Great Ming would really belong to Zhu. You must know that now the Capital Battalion has 100,000 and the Southern Capital navy has 100,000, which has already made everyone terrified!

At that time, can't the Emperor do whatever he wants?

Although no one knows the income of the Great Ming Emperor, they can guess some. He can afford to raise an army, and it doesn't matter if he can't. With one paper order, rob the powerful and wealthy families clean, and he will have everything. At that time, if he starts a world extortion of pay, who will clean up the mess?

"I think what you said is very right. Release the inner treasury. I am a Five Classics Doctor of the fifth rank. I will write a memorial when I go back from Fuxi Building. Taking advantage of His Majesty's presence in the Southern Capital, the scholars in the Southern Capital will be responsible for you. Let's strive to let His Majesty know the public opinion of the people in a few days." Lin Fucheng stood up and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, Lin Dashi, wait a moment. We are just gathering, why report to the Heaven? Not necessary, not necessary." Gao Panlong was a bit numb. This Lin Fucheng's fighting style is truly unpredictable.

Lin Fucheng stopped and asked with a smile: "Didn't you say you want to release the inner treasury? Is there a problem with releasing the inner treasury?"

"The inner treasury is His Majesty's private treasury. The Great Ming is the Heavenly Dynasty. Where does His Majesty need to release the inner treasury? I just said that. This matter is temporarily not mentioned, not mentioned." Gao Panlong refuted his own point of view.

Zhu Yijun in the Heaven-class private room laughed directly. This lowly scholar, it turns out he also knows fear, fear of the criticism of weapons.

Lin Fucheng's fighting style today is to let the other party deny their own point of view. ===== CHAPTER 677 =====

Although no one knows the income of the Great Ming Emperor, one can still guess some of it. He can afford to support an army, and if he can't, it doesn't matter; with a single decree, he can seize everything from the powerful and wealthy, and then he will have everything. When the time comes to conduct a nationwide seizure of military pay, who will be left to clean up the mess?

"I think what you said is very right. Put it in the inner treasury. I am a Fifth-Rank Doctor of the Five Classics. I will write a memorial as soon as I return from Fuxi Tower. While His Majesty is at the Southern Yamen, you can be responsible for the scholars of the Southern Yamen. Let us strive to let His Majesty know the will and aspirations of the people within a few days." Lin Fucheng stood up, making a gesture as if to leave.

"Wait a moment, wait a moment, Lin Dashi, please wait a while. We are just having a casual discussion; why is there a need to memorialize the Throne? It is not necessary, not necessary." Gao Panlong was a bit numb; this Lin Fucheng's style of play was truly unpredictable.

Lin Fucheng then stopped and asked with a smile: "Didn't you say you wanted to put it in the inner treasury? Why, is there a problem with putting it in the inner treasury?"

"The inner treasury is His Majesty's private treasury. Great Ming is the Celestial Empire; where would there be a need for His Majesty to put it in the inner treasury? I was just saying that. Let's not mention this matter for now, let's not mention it." Gao Panlong refuted his own point of view.

Zhu Yijun, in the 'Tian' grade private box, laughed out loud directly. This lowly scholar actually also knew how to be afraid—afraid of the criticism of weapons.

Lin Fucheng's style of play today was to make the opponent negate their own point of view.