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Chapter 28 - The Old Han Lin Fury
Xiao Letian's brilliant appearance on the stage intimidated everyone present. The scholar was swept by's domineering gaze to the point that he did not dare to say a single word, while the renowned courtesans all had peach blossoms all over their faces as they shyly and embarrassedly stared at Xiao Letian.
To be honest, at the end of the Qing Dynasty, the society's aesthetic treatment towards men was still very normal. A fair, proper looking, well-proportioned little white face was basically the favorite of all the women, and Xiao Letian fit the standards of a Great Qing Dynasty woman.
However, late Qing's aesthetics towards women were twisted and perverted. When Xiao Letian saw the room full of the famous courtesan's trump cards, he started to feel bitter in his heart. Is this a beauty? Why are all of them toeing their little feet, then looking at that dead person's makeup they drew, can't they be any less flattering!
It seemed like the history books were not lying to him. The late Qing was a place filled with poor milk, poor feet, white face and a little red lips. Heavens, if all these were put together, it looked like there wouldn't be any romantic encounters tonight.
Actually, Xiao Letian really wanted to experience the taste of the brothel's renowned courtesan. This brat was not a moral gentleman, but the gap between the later generations' aesthetic standards and that of the late Qing was too big. It was obvious that Xiao Letian's tastes were not that heavy.
Since it was absolutely impossible for beautiful encounters to happen, then he would just have to devote all his energy to these scholars. Unfortunately for Xiao Letian, he had just sat at the main seat and had not even drunk three cups of wine before he was drowned by the problem.
”Mr. Xiao, since Prince Enrique had contributed so much to the Portugal, why was he so outstanding?”
”Mr. Xiao, you said that the The Age of Great Navigation that was set off by the Portugal was at the same time as Zheng He going to the Western Ocean. Then why didn't the Ming Dynasty go around the Cape of Good Hope you mentioned then and go to Europe …”
”Sir, was China's navigation at that time really that strong? Is there any basis for your book's desperate attacks on the Shunshou policy? ”
”Also, why did Spain finally swallow the Portugal? And there was something else that was not there … And your last chapter, on the Spanish fleet meeting the king of the Incas, what happened next? ”Why didn't you write it …”
A bunch of questions came flooding in from every direction, and even though Xiao Letian was mentally prepared, he was nearly choked to death. Just as Xiao Letian was about to take out the Grand Master of Western Studies's Fan and play with it, a cold snort came from the other table.
”A person who seeks fame, a person who bewitches others' hearts, a person who makes a fool out of people by using fantasy to trick others. To think that there would still be people who believe that. What sort of foolishness is this?” As he said this, he slapped the table, knocking over four or five wine glasses.
”This old man has never seen such a shameless person, abandoning the ancestral tombs, forgetting the greatness of the emperor, surrendering himself to be a foreigner as a second ghost, and actually having the face to write a book written like a child's work. He actually dares to say that he's a Grand Master of Western Studies, it's simply deceiving the world …”
Xiao Letian was stunned by the scolding. He really didn't expect that the moment he sat down, he would release all his firepower and would not even let me eat a mouthful of food. He looked at Luo Han Lin and Wen Zhang Jing doubtfully, and the two of them quickly explained to Xiao Letian.
”Mr. Xiao, this is the famous and famous Old Man Han Lin from the Beijing, he is a member of the Great Confucius Wang Shizheng Character Club, and the other few people are the famous and famous old mister from the Qing Liu sect …” Xiao Letian understood immediately after hearing it, this was the old traitors who had started to ruin the scene, he never thought that writing this book with just tens of thousands of words already made them uncomfortable.
Xiao Letian was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled and saluted to the few elders.
”Wong Lao-Han Lin Wang Shizheng, twirling three long snow-white whiskers, sneered at him.” If it's that Journey to the West that you have written down, it would be nothing much if it was treated as a strange book like the《 Journey to the West》 and the《 God's Bestowal Art》. But you actually dare to say the words for the sect to be established, Grand Master of Western Studies, you think you are qualified? ”
”The Saints have already told us the truth about the Heaven and Earth for thousands of years, so why is it that since ancient times, copper coins have always been considered external and internal? This is exactly what is said, and Zhu Xi said in ”Zhou Yi's True Meaning”: ”Heaven and earth, round one and round three. Three is one, therefore the sky is three. ”The first is the second, the fourth is the fourth, and the fourth is the second.”
”Listen up, do you think that the words of a saint are enough to fool you? If the western foreign devils spout nonsense and say that the earth is round, then let me ask you, aren't all the people standing on both sides of the ball falling? Didn't the rivers and lakes underneath the sphere disappear? ”
”Wong Lao-Han Lin was giving a lecture to a group of newly enlightened children. He was almost hitting the palm of his hand on a bamboo board. Look at all of you, incited by the myths of the foreigners who have bewitched them, you can't help but forget your ancestors. What's so good about that foreigner? All they've instigated was to stir up the hearts of the people, to make the people forget their roots. How stupid are you? ”
Good heavens! The old man's mouth was full of spittle flying all over the place, spraying the floor with people who didn't dare to open their mouths. There was nothing they could do!
”The words of the saints are always spoken. The words of the saints have always been spoken by the foreigners. Can you not learn the way of how the foreigners thrive?” Someone in the dining room muttered softly.
”Who is it!?” ”Who is this …” Wang Shizheng was so angry that her beard started to blow, she patted on the table and stood up, pointing her finger at the people around him, ”If you have the guts to say, if you don't have the guts to stand up, say so. Let me see who dares to insult the saints! ”